He knew this punk had skills beyond his thugs. If he wanted to put Justin in his place and save face, he had to do it himself. Otherwise, word would spread that he couldn't even handle one wet-behind-the-ears yellow-haired boy. How could he continue to dominate then?But with his obese body, how could he overpower Justin? After futilely flailing his club at Justin for some time, he was gasping for breath.Seeing no end to this farce, Justin aimed a kick at an opening, felling the fat man who couldn't get back up. He then stepped aside and phoned Matthew Turner.Currently busy at Taylor Corp headquarters, Matthew immediately took the call upon seeing it was from Justin. Hearing the situation, he was livid but powerless. All he could do was send some veteran Taylor Corp staff to handle things.Soon they arrived. Blake thought his brother-in-law had cared enough to send help after all. But when he tried to ingratiate himself, they pushed him away and headed straight for Justin, respectfu

Secondly, there's another thing I must request of you all. I inspected the construction work so far, and it's all subpar. This is no fault of your skills, but because you were provided inferior materials. So I've decided we'll demolish it all and start over. New supplies are on their way shortly. Naturally, this means I must ask more of you - the timeline will likely extend some. Consider this compensation for the extra work.Moreover, from now on, meals will no longer be an issue. I'm having a catering service bring food directly from a 5-star hotel restaurant, free of charge. You all labor for me under the blazing sun - I cannot have you working on empty stomachs, agreed?""Preston - make the arrangements to order bento boxes from The Rain's Pavilion, 5-star quality. The men must eat their fill," Justin directed to a man beside him. Hearing this, the workers were overjoyed, some even moved to tears.The first man in line wiped his eyes and said, "Mr. Wilson, you truly are a good ma

He was the first, but not the last. In the end, almost every celebrity made a donation. Principal George was smiling ear to ear, as he had never imagined this would happen. Reportedly, over a billion in donations were collected from this anniversary event. With these funds, he could renovate worn-down areas of campus and add the latest educational facilities.Truly, fortune had smiled upon him.At the same time, he was very curious about the identity of this Mr. Wilson. According to the celebrities, he was a student at this school. But with tens of thousands of students and thousands surnamed Wilson, how would he ever find the right person? He had no clues at all!Perhaps the only one privy to the truth was Ava. She knew the Mr. Wilson the stars referred to was none other than Justin, and he must have spent a fortune to recruit them.Just as she turned to look for Justin, she realized he had disappeared. A look of loneliness flitted across her face.She wanted to rush out and find him

After leaving the department store, Justin decided to return to the company to take a look. After all, with Taylor Corporation having just merged into Sunrise Corporation, everything was still in its infancy and needed the supervision of him, an owner who seldom got involved in company affairs. However, when he arrived at the entrance, the scene before his eyes almost made his eyeballs pop out. Right in front of his company building, there was a huge floral arrangement made of roses. Surrounding it were dozens of men in suits and ties, each holding a bouquet of flowers.They stood encircling one man like stars revolving around the moon. The man was wearing a white suit and had dyed his hair wine-red, looking rather flashy.Standing at the bottom of the building, he held an enormous bouquet of roses, seemingly wooing some girl. Justin's interest was immediately piqued - this was such an amusing situation that he, as the Chairman, simply had to take a look.As Justin drew nearer, he no

"F*ck, a super luxury car made of pure gold! How rich must this family be?!"The onlookers were stunned. Some of them were car enthusiasts, though not too familiar with high-end luxury brands like Lamborghini. But just looking at the shiny golden exterior, the sleek curves, and the ostentatious aura when parked there, this car had already shattered their imagination of what a luxury car could be. Compared to this, even the most expensive cars they had seen before could only be considered junior models.The female employees in the company gazed longingly, already imagining themselves cruising in this car with a handsome young man. If they could experience it just once, even if they died immediately after, they would die contented."Mr. Wilson, I've brought your golden ride back for you. Here's the bill for the modifications, I've paid it already. The total for the overhaul came to 40 billion dollars."Hearing the business elite's casual words, the brains of the onlookers buzzed numbly.