"Wait a moment," the man in the sharp suit said to Jayson before walking away. After a short while, he returned, carrying a briefcase brimming with cash. As Jayson opened it, he couldn't help but be captivated by the pristine bills."Remember, you must repay it within a year," the man in the suit reminded Jayson, "along with an additional $100,000 as a loan servicing fee Monthly.""No problem," Jayson, donning a confident expression, responded with a grin as he took possession of the briefcase.Once Jayson exited the loan shark's establishment, a wide smile spread across his face. "Taking loans made easy," he remarked, his satisfaction evident.Jayson, disguised as Biggie, whistled cheerfully as he contemplated his plan. If anyone dared to offend him, he would assume their identity and effortlessly secure a loan in their name. Satisfied with his scheme, he happily made his way back to his car and drove off.At Wilson Corp.Elena was engrossed in her work when the office door swung ope

The entire staff sprang to their feet, both male and female. Chef Breed's fury was palpable, his eyes turning an intense shade of red. He had been relishing in Jayson's suffering, only to have Jayson appear before him, mocking his very existence."What are you all waiting for? If anything goes missing in this mansion, do you think you can afford to replace it?" Mrs. Wilson bellowed at the top of her lungs.The servants, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, rushed into the mansion en masse. Their eyes burned with anger, and they silently swore to subject the one who had humiliated them to unimaginable torment.Jayson observed their fervour, a smirk forming on his lips. They resembled a formidable army, readying themselves for battle. Slipping a hand into his pocket, he turned on his heel, intending to make his way toward his car."Jayson, where do you think you're going?" Mrs. Wilson asked sternly, displeased by Jayson's actions. If Elena hadn't intervened, she wouldn't have allowed him to

"Grandma, I'll go and pick him up myself," Hay Wilson volunteered, eager to witness Jayson's punishment."Alright, go ahead," Old Wilson waved her hand, and Hay Wilson left the main mansion. He hopped into his car and drove towards the gate. As his car approached the gate, he spotted Jayson in the distance, strolling leisurely and observing his surroundings with admiration. Hay Wilson pressed down on the accelerator, speeding towards Jayson.Upon seeing the car hurtling towards him at an alarming speed, Jayson quickly veered off the road, waiting by the side with a somber expression. The screeching tires brought the car to a sudden halt, and Hay Wilson's grin turned into a hideous grimace as he popped his head out. "Trash, get in the car.""You're the chauffeur of a trash; well done, driver," Jayson retorted, his face filled with a mix of admiration and defiance.Hay Wilson clenched his teeth in fury, utterly taken aback by the failure of his attempt to humiliate Jayson. "Get in the c

The Old Taoist Fairy rolled his eyes in irritation and said with a grin, "Kid, you can only possess such power by becoming a cultivator."Jayson pondered the Old Taoist Fairy's words for a moment before shaking his head. The fairy was frustrated, unable to comprehend why Jayson vehemently resisted the path of cultivation. "You're the first person I've encountered who despises the idea of gaining power and disregards a remarkable opportunity," the old fairy sighed, resigning himself to the situation.Jayson sneered in disdain. "What a fantastic opportunity you're presenting me with! You're simply pitting me against fellow cultivators. In this world, the wealthy contend with the wealthy, the poor face off against the poor, and cultivators fight other cultivators. I want none of that; I yearn for a life of luxury."The Old Taoist Fairy contemplated Jayson's words and nodded approvingly. Jayson had managed to convey a valid point despite his tendency to shy away from challenges."Brat," t

With a rapid cascade of footsteps, Daniel descended the staircase, his countenance shadowed and menacing. He exuded an aura of fury, as though he were a predator poised to spill blood. "Daniel," Mrs. Wilson's voice rang out, desperately attempting to halt his departure, but her plea was met with nothing but the resounding slam of the door.Daniel selected a vehicle from the assortment in the garage, leapt inside, and swiftly departed from the opulent mansion's premises.Unaware of the commotion he had caused in Wilson's mansion, Jayson had decided to book a private room in a luxurious 5-star hotel to enjoy his meal. As he confidently strode into the hotel, his gaze unexpectedly fell upon Grey Wade, his uncle. Memories flooded back to Jayson of a time when his parents passed away, and his relatives abandoned him at the tender age of 3, leaving him in the care of a childless elderly couple who resided in downtown Jade City. If it hadn't been for his marriage to Elena, Jayson might neve