In the midst of the busy and bustling city streets of Fairview, a delivery scooter could be seen weaving in and out of traffic, its rider determined to make his deliveries on time. The delivery scooter's engine roared loudly as it accelerated, the rider expertly navigating through the sea of cars and pedestrians. The rider finally arrived at his intended location, a posh and luxurious hotel known as the "Hotel De Glamour". He carefully dismounted from his scooter, mindful not to harm the valuable package he held tightly in his grasp. The majestic architecture of the hotel impressed him as he walked towards the reception area, filling him with an overwhelming sense of wonder. As he approached the front desk, he announced his purpose, "Good day. I have a scheduled delivery to make. I need to drop off a package at the designated location." The receptionist, who exuded an air of sophistication responded, "Welcome to Hotel De Glamour sir. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I need to

A piercing screeching sound jolted Alexander's senses, as if a heavy vehicle was struggling to come to an abrupt stop. The sudden noise left him stunned and a sense of apprehension gripped him, causing him to question his impulsive decision to jump. Perhaps it wasn't the best choice after all, he thought to himself. Just as he was trying to collect his thoughts, a distinguished-looking and elegant man probably in his fifties emerged from the vehicle that had screeched to a halt. The man's authoritative voice boomed out, commanding him to stop. Alexander's heart raced with nervous energy as he watched the man approach him, wondering who he was. "Young master, it's time to take over the assets not the time to die" The well-dressed man approached Alexander, he executed a graceful bow, displaying a sense of respect and formality. "Why are you calling me 'young master'?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of suspicion. The well-dressed man let out a weary si

"Doctor!! Doctor!! Nurse!!" Alexander yelled as he ran frantically through the hospital corridors. He couldn't find his mother and was extremely worried. He had become rich and wanted to share the news with his mother and make sure she was healthy, but she was nowhere to be found. Alexander's heart was racing, and he was filled with fear. "Be quiet!" someone passing by scolded him. But Alexander ignored them and rushed to the doctor's office. He knew it was late at night and the hospital was supposed to be quiet, but he didn't care. His mother meant everything to him. As he arrived at the doctor's office, he pushed the door open with force and demanded, "Doctor, where is my mother?" The tall, thin doctor with glasses looked at him puzzled and asked angrily, "Who is your mother, young man? And how dare you barge in here?" The security guards working in the hospital had already begun making their way towards the Doctor's office. They had been notified of someone causing a disturb

Hearing that name and the sound of the voice, Alexander's expression turned dark and dismal. It wasn't the first time he had crossed paths with Ethan. The initial encounter had taken place at the hotel, and now, Ethan was proposing to his wife, despite not being officially divorced yet. This was a huge insult to Alexander, and he couldn't help but feel angry and resentful towards Ethan. In stark contrast to Alexander's reaction, Grandpa Johnson, who was sitting in the most prominent seat in the Johnson's meeting hall, got up to welcome Ethan with open arms. He didn't care about Ethan's status, even though he was just the young master of the Blackwell family. In fact, Ethan had a higher status than Grandpa Johnson, who was only the head of a third rate family. The other members of the Johnson family also rushed out to greet Ethan, including Esther, Emily's mother, who was overly enthusiastic about his visit. Esther saw Ethan's proposal as a chance to secure a life of luxury for her da

John was well aware of the importance of customer relations. He understood that the behavior of a GUB cardholder who frequented their branch could either elevate or ruin the reputation of the bank. In particular, if a GUB cardholder such as Alexander were to withdraw a large sum of money from the bank, it could lead to operational difficulties, this could put him in serious trouble. If Alexander really had the need for a billion dollars, it was better to do it electronically through transfers. That wouldn't harm the bank but benefit it instead. The manager had no other option but to set aside his pride. He quickly knelt down while performing the Chinese custom of kowtowing, where one bows their head to the ground in a show of deep respect. This gesture was so intense that the manager's forehead began to bleed, attracting the attention of passersby at the bank. These onlookers, who had initially mocked Alexander were now surprised by the manager's extreme show of contrition. The