Much like the young man, the rest of the attendees had always perceived Harrington as an ordinary figure who opportunistically rose to become the President of Eve's Allure Emporium. Never for once, have they considered that he could be a martial artist, let alone a formidable one at that.Their assumptions were not entirely unfounded, given that Harrington had never been witnessed engaging in combat. As a top company, Eve's Allure Emporium had naturally been involved in numerous battles but no matter how hectic the battle was, Harrington had never taken action. He left everything to the company powerhouses.This rose a collective assumption that his lack of participation was because he was weak. But reality has just shattered those misconceptions as not only is Harrington powerful but he appears to be the most powerful amongst them. Even in the earthly thunder list of formidable martial artists in Opulence Heights, with his rank, he might secure the tenth rank."Ah!" They can't help b

"Hiding my power?" Anderson smiles bitterly, a sense of misery overwhelming him. He sighs and shakes his head to ward off the unpleasant feeling. "Don't think everyone is as lucky and talented as you. I have no secret that you don't already know about."At Anderson's words, Harrington can't help but raise a brow. "Do you mean you are not a martial artist? But you...," he pauses, not knowing how to put it as he doesn't want to offend Anderson, given that he holds an important role to Jordan's plan working out."You don't have to hold back from saying what you have in mind," Anderson says with a wryly smile. "Unlike you who could harness your true energy and cultivate the ranks, despite that I'm a subordinate of the Cadens, a martial arts family, I couldn't do it. I tried day and night to harness my true energy, but each time, I failed harder than the last. I guess martial arts is not meant for everyone."Harrington walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder. "Martial Arts or not,

Seeing this man, the eyes of the figure standing close to Anderson glisten. He leans into Anderson and whispers, "He is the one I told you about. Turns out he was indeed tailing Arthur. Perhaps, Jordan sent him to keep Arthur safe.""Hmph!" Anderson snorts contemptuously and turns to look at Lorenzo, his gaze scrutinizing him. After a moment, his expression turns to disgustful as he says condescendingly, "You are not even an innate martial artist and you dare act arrogantly in front me? Have you no fear? Do you think you are still in East Veridora?"Lorenzo shrugs indifferently. "So what if I'm not in East Veridora or an innate martial artist yet, does that mean I shouldn't keep my head high? I saw you walk into this conference room, even though you are not the President, you behaved as if you owned the place, why can't I be like you?""Hahaha," Anderson laughs, so amused. "Who is this punk?" He muses to himself and shakes his head before raising his gaze back to Lorenzo and saying, "H

The battle for the order as orchestrated by Jordan was naturally planned to be a confrontation between Arthur and Anderson. While Arthur would be pretending to really need the order as World Apparels Galaxy would be lost without it, Harrington would ignore him and let Anderson have it.The plan is going accordingly. As such, Harrington is not conflicted in any way about who to choose. However, before he can point at Anderson as his choice, Logan stands and says domineeringly, "The Xaviers are also interested in the order! Mr. Harrington, I believe you should know that though the Callahans are the leaders of the invincible four, we, the Xaviers are not far off from them. Whatever benefits you can reap from the Callahans, you can also reap from us. Be it partners, influence, name it."Also, unlike the Callahans who are only willing to deliver the goods to you at 30% discount. We, the Xaviers are so generous as to let you have them at 50% discount! Now, tell me, Mr. Harrington, who do yo

In a dimly lit luxurious room in the Cadens Manor, Layla sits on a couch with a white towel hanging loosely on her chest. Her hair is wet, seemingly as if she just got out of the shower, and her mouth is slightly parted open, soft moans escaping her vocal cord. Her fair flawless skin is ridden with goosebumps and her expression is strained. It's almost as if she's about to be overtaken by a mind-blowing orgasm. Layla's legs are spread far apart, one pointing south and the other north. And in between them, on his knees, rests a male slave, his head lowered in between her legs as he lusciously eats her out with reckless abandon and almost as if his life depends on it. The male's slave eyes shine with delight as he stares at her juice-coated pussy and his heart swells with pride as if he is eating a fruit no one of his status can ever be able to eat. Perhaps, that's true, after all, he is merely a lowly slave while Layla is a member of the prestigious Caden family, a family amongst the