Jayson reclined on the plush pool lounger, leisurely flipping through glossy magazines while intermittently sipping on a refreshing glass of juice. He hummed along to the melodic tunes emanating from his music player, fully immersed in his own world of relaxation. Suddenly, the music abruptly ceased, and a dark shadow fell upon Jayson. "Trash," Chef Breed sneered icily, interrupting Jayson's peaceful respite. He cast a disdainful gaze over Jayson's lounging figure, his expression contorted with displeasure. Puzzled, he couldn't fathom how this lowly individual had managed to obtain the key to the storeroom. The frown on Chef Breed's face deepened as he pondered this revelation. "Follow me, Trash," Chef Breed commanded in a frigid tone. His head held high, he regarded Jayson with a condescending air of superiority. Jayson regarded him with an expression that clearly conveyed his disbelief. He hadn't sought out Chef Breed to settle any scores, but since the chef had come looking for hi

Chef Breed collapsed onto the floor, shock coursing through his veins. He had depleted his entire savings, and if he lost this lucrative position as the Wilson family's chef, where would he ever find another opportunity to work for such a prominent household? "Please, Young Master Jayson, don't dismiss me," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'll do anything you ask of me." In a moment of desperation, he even delivered a series of tight slaps to his own face. "I'll even punish myself if that's what it takes." Jayson waved his hand dismissively, his tone devoid of emotion. "I'm not one to hold grudges. I forgive you." A wave of relief washed over Chef Breed, but his eyes widened in shock as Jayson continued, "However, if you wish to continue working here, I require a payment of ten thousand dollars." "Ten thousand dollars!" Chef Breed exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief, and his vision began to blur as darkness encroached upon him. Jayson lounged comfortably on the plush recl

Jayson's fists clenched tightly as he absorbed Mrs. Wilson's words. He had severely underestimated her determination to pin the blame on him. The realization washed over him that he couldn't alter the past; he could only find a way to benefit from it. Elena noticed his presence and turned toward him. "Jayson, come join us for dinner. Why are you just standing there?" Her face beamed with warmth, radiating the essence of a loving wife. With a hint of annoyance, Jayson rolled his eyes. He swaggered over to the vacant chair beside Elena and began devouring his meal, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the faces gathered around the dining table. "Now that you're here, Jayson, everything will be much easier. You and that woman will have to take a photo together, and I expect you to stay home tomorrow," Mrs. Wilson declared firmly, her tone resembling a command. Jayson lifted his head from his plate and retorted, "Mrs. Wilson, it's about time you realized that I'm not your family's sl

"Being a little popular won't hurt; I would even be more popular in the future; I have to get used to it now," Jayson muttered under his breath, lost in his own thoughts. Little did he know that if he had taken the time to scroll through the comment section, he would have discovered the impending consequences of his newfound popularity. Unbeknownst to him, several female netizens were swooning over his handsome appearance, with some even going so far as to declare their love for him. Meanwhile, the more audacious individuals were fervently defending him, unintentionally fueling the animosity directed towards Jayson. As a result, he was unwittingly becoming the target of countless men in Jade City, destined to be their sworn enemy. Filling his tank, Jayson got into his car and drove to the Money-Doubling company. Jayson parked his car and made his way towards the Money-Doubling company. As he approached, he overheard a group of college boys pointing at him and whispering among them

Elena Wilson, once known as the fairy of Jade City, found herself overshadowed ever since Queen York returned from her studies abroad. As the heiress to the York family, the second wealthiest in Jade City, Queen York's presence captivated the bachelors of the aristocracy, leaving Elena in the shadows. Amidst the buzz surrounding Queen York, Jayson remained indifferent. He had no interest in the source of the commotion, for his focus lay solely on his high-stakes gamble worth a staggering $100 million. As the match was about to commence, Jayson's heart raced with anticipation. The fighter he had placed his bet on appeared undernourished and hungry compared to his adversary—a muscular and imposing figure. "Nervously, Jayson muttered, 'I hope this guy wins.'" As the bell rang, Well-Weather was suddenly struck with a powerful punch that landed directly on his face. The impact was so intense that Jayson's heart skipped a beat. His face turned ashen, and a gentle yet crisp voice spoke bes