America 1919

Chapter 482

?Chapter 482: 183, The internal power struggle at the Surf Hotel has already begun_3 Chapter 482: 183, The internal power struggle at the Surf Hotel has already begun_3 Louis nodded and said, “Boss, your decision will never be wrong!”

Nucky’s gaze flickered, no longer saying anything, the conversation he just had with Louis now seemed more like giving himself confidence!

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Donnie didn’t have time to guess what Nucky was thinking at this moment, as he had already switched his focus from the roadshow to the matter of receiving these guests in Atlantic City.

While Donnie was organizing the guest list, Steve Cotting walked in, “Boss, Miss Breton is here!”

Donnie put down the list in his hand and smiled, saying, “Please, let her in.”

A pastoral-style pillbox hat, a fitted jacket, and a wide pleated skirt, this was the attire of the American professional woman at the time, certainly, the clothing from South Brenton was a bit more exquisite than that of the average professional woman.

“How long has it been since I last saw you?”

Sitting across from Donnie, South Brenton showed a hint of dissatisfaction and complained, “Have you forgotten about me after you had Helen and Alice?”

Donnie stood up from his chair, walked over to South Brenton, and pulled her onto the sofa; after a surprised cry, South Brenton giggled.

Donnie continued his rough behavior, and soon, once the corset that could break South Brenton’s ribs was thrown to the floor, the room began to fill with South Brenton’s heavy breathing and….

Half an hour later, Donnie was lounging on the sofa, a lit cigarette now in his hand, while South Brenton held a ladies’ cigarette in hers!

“I’ve already had Bruce open an account for you at the Montreal bank in Canada, there will be a sum of money deposited into it every month, so even if you don’t end up marrying Harding as you wish, you won’t have any problems with your living expenses!” Donnie said in a relaxed tone, reclining there.

The opening of the Surf Hotel marked the official start of the financial relationship between Donnie and WRPA.

After all, when applying to make Atlantic City the first Casino City in the United States, in order to quell the nationwide discussion about it, Donnie and his associates had decided to take an extra step and announce that 90% of the profits from the Surf Hotel would go to charity, entrusted to WRPA.

WRPA itself was founded by South Brenton with Donnie’s funding, and Donnie was already preparing for this, limited by the current public opinion environment, no one knew WRPA was actually owned by Donnie!

But no matter what, South Brenton was now the official chairwoman of WRPA, and this matter still required long-term cooperation from both parties.

After hearing Donnie’s words, South Brenton climbed into his arms like a kitten and playfully asked with a laugh, “How much money will I get every month?”

“Don’t worry, it will definitely be an amount that delights you.

Here is your bank account and password at the Montreal bank in Canada; you might arrange an opportunity to go to Canada for a lecture and see for yourself.” Donnie pulled South Brenton into his embrace, enjoying the warmth emanating from her.

After carefully looking at the account number and password, South Brenton used a match to burn the piece of paper, then comfortably snuggled into Donnie’s arms and curiously asked him, “Who are you going to end up with, Helen or Alice?”

Regarding these two women, although outside of Atlantic City, everyone was still only speculating about their relationship with Donnie, inside Atlantic City, everyone was quite certain that Donnie had a relationship with both of them.

Donnie even learned from John that some small betting shops in Atlantic City had actually opened up betting pools on whether Donnie would ultimately choose Helen or Alice.

“Did Harding call you?

Is he going to come?”

Donnie didn’t answer South Brenton’s question but instead asked her about Harding’s situation.

Although Harding had expressed before that he wouldn’t attend the opening ceremony of the Surf Hotel to avoid political controversy, Harding wasn’t a man of strong will, plus he was naturally someone who enjoyed playing cards, so the Surf Hotel in Atlantic City was undoubtedly a very attractive place for him.

South Brenton showed a look of contempt, “He won’t come anymore, his wife has been making a fuss for a long time now; this time, even if he wants to sneak over, it’s impossible!”

As WRPA’s influence in the United States grew, so did South Brenton’s leverage.

Florence, Harding’s wife, naturally saw this and was quite unhappy with the situation.

Actually, earlier this year, Florence founded the American Women and Children’s Protection Association with the purpose of competing with South Brenton.

Because of Florence’s background, plus Harding being the sitting President of the United States, Florence’s association hadn’t been established for a year yet but had already gained some influence and received a significant amount of donations.

Donnie nodded, not showing disappointment at Harding’s absence; it was already the end of 1921, less than two years until Harding’s death.

“If he doesn’t come, then so be it, that’ll spare us a lot of trouble!”

If it had been earlier, South Brenton would definitely have been very unhappy about this, as at that time she was nothing but a naive and fragile woman.

Now, however, after the training at WRPA, South Brenton’s perspective had broadened significantly.