He stepped forward and cleared his throat. "As I said before, I'm willing to provide some complimentary beauty cream for you to sample! I'm somewhat involved in this poisonous mask incident since the mastermind behind it is actually a relative of mine. He filched an incomplete formula from me and rashly proceeded to use it, thus causing your conditions. I deeply regret this and apologize sincerely."He bowed low after this declaration, face etched with remorse - quite a convincing act. But those familiar with him cursed his shamelessness. This was truly an insidious plot - not satisfied with entrapping and imprisoning his victims, even inside jail they received no respite from his machinations. Utterly despicable! Even Derek shuddered involuntarily behind the scenes. He finally realized the depths this brat would plumb. Caution was clearly needed or one day he too might be sold out unawares.As expected, his words hooked the ignorant audience completely."Mr. Wilson, you've no faul

Mr. Webb enthusiastically pulled Justin along, introducing him to everyone. Hearing he was the miraculous Mr. Wilson from the rumors, the young masters greeted him warmly. Whether from actually hearing about him or just obliging Mr. Webb, they were very cordial, and Justin politely returned their greetings. Just then, another figure burst in from outside. Seeing who it was, Justin was speechless - he facepalmed, thinking how was this guy everywhere he went? None other than Stephen Burns. The kid rushed in frantically, while Justin prayed he wouldn't recognize him. But fate had other plans - the first person Stephen saw upon entering was Justin."Yo, Godfather! I didn't expect you to be here too. Had I known, I would've brought a gift for the esteemed elder," Justin said with a chuckle, nodding respectfully. The term made all the young masters present do a double take. More than a few had their jaws on the floor, especially Mr. Webb - he had just raised a glass of red wine to his li

No need to elaborate on the Webb fortune. And Justin's insane wealth remained a mystery - casually spending $20 billion marked him no ordinary tycoon.The contract was soon signed, making Justin the Chairman with the largest stake. He immediately wired $20 billion into the company account. Peter watched in a daze as his secretary reported the sudden $25 billion balance.He fell to his knees - these were no chaebol sons, but money gods descended from heaven!After concluding business, Mr. Webb remarked, "Money spending feels great!" "Says you. Look how nonchalant Mr. Wilson is. How do you feel becoming Chairman? The streamer girls will be eating out of your hands now. You'll live like a demigod!" "I wouldn't dare, or my tigress wives would tear me to shreds! I'm only a figurehead Chairman. I'm clueless about management - that's what staff are for. Trust must come with delegation.""But we should still help them through this mess. Mr. Webb, work your magic?" Justin deferred. "Leave

"I heard Kitten Live Streaming has a new chairman who seems to have something against me.""What? There's actually someone bold enough to touch what's mine? I'll find out who this new chairman is! God, if I don't explode soon, these bastards will get too cocky! Baby, don't worry, I'm going to deal with this right now. It'll be fine."Hanging up, he sped towards Kitten Live Streaming's headquarters in his sports car, ignoring the guards and storming straight to the CEO's office on the top floor. There Adrian Webb and Justin had been waiting. Peter Smith came in and reported Alex Lee's arrival. Adrian waved him away. As a scuffle between young masters, it was not his place to get involved. Alex Lee barged into the chairman's office and immediately began shouting. "Adrian Webb, you bastard! If you have a problem, we can have an honorable duel. But backstabbing with such despicable tricks, how shameless can you be?""Alex Lee, did you forget to take your meds today? Caught a case of r

Alex managed to keep it together through the hazardous bends, though his car continued sliding precariously. Alongside him, the humble van remained rock steady at over 200 km/h, unfazed by the terrain. Reclined comfortably in his seat, Justin cheekily waved at Alex through the window. Distracted, Alex nearly missed a turn. Desperately regaining control, he just barely avoided plunging off the cliff, though badly scraping the Veneno's paint against the mountainside."Careful now, don't damage my future car. I'd hate to pay for repairs." Justin taunted.Alex saw red. It was HIS car, not Justin's! And the race wasn't over yet!In a rage, he sharply spun the Veneno's tail out. The deafening squeal of burning rubber swiped towards the van. With the cliffside on one side, a hit would send the van tumbling down for sure.Justin panicked, grabbing for the wheel. But instead of collision, the van tilted nearly 90 degrees and maintained its swift pace, deftly evading the Veneno!The shocking