The news of Gregory William’s new role in selecting the next head of the William Group spread rapidly. Media outlets scrambled for more details, and the public grew increasingly interested, with some suspecting it was merely a ploy for election propaganda.Meanwhile, the person behind the chaos was enjoying leisurely time at a bar, meeting up with friends.Marcus Xu lounged in a high-end bar, the dim lighting and sleek decor providing a stark contrast to the tumultuous atmosphere back at Aurora.He clinked glasses with a few close friends, their laughter and chatter blending with the ambient music.“Cheers to your career!” Peter toasted, raising his glass with a grin.“To stardom!” Marcus replied with a smirk, clinking his glass against Peter's, relishing the moment.“You've really outdone yourself this time, Marcus,” said Hannah, shaking her head in amusement. “The whole city will know about you. Did you catch the news?”“Just wait until my web series airs; you’ll see more of my grea

Marcus walked through the streets, deeply embarrassed by how he looked and smelled. He hid his face with his jacket as he rushed toward the nearest bathhouse."How childish. He did this to me just because I approached him? I didn't even challenge him or anything,” he grumbled. “Pablo, you made a huge mistake. I'll give you nightmares for throwing filth at me."Inwardly, he seethed with anger, the night's events reminding him of Pablo Rusto's betrayal. Pablo had sided with Reyster during their university days, abandoning Marcus when he needed a friend the most."That f*cking traitor," he spat under his breath.As he hurried along, memories flooded back.He recalled the days when he and Pablo had been close, sharing dreams and aspirations. But everything changed when Reyster and his gang started targeting Marcus. Instead of standing by him, Pablo joined the bullies, enjoying the newfound popularity it brought him."I heard he got into Magic Entertainment because of Reyster. Is this the

Marcus couldn’t resist any longer. The heat between them grew unbearable, and despite his better judgment, he gave in to the temptation. The night became a blur of passion and urgency as Marcus and Jesse surrendered to their desires.He knew it was wrong, but at that moment, he gave in to the temptation, compounded by the effect of alcohol.When he woke up in the morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow on Jesse’s sleeping form.“Oh f*ck,” Marcus muttered.Reality hit him like a punch to the gut. He sat up, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of his actions crash down on him. He had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.“Marcus Xu, what have you done?” he told himself, slapping his cheeks lightly. “I am still nothing. I haven't built my foundation strong yet. What if she suddenly sues me or controls me with what happened last night?”Jesse stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open.She looked at him with a sleepy smile,

Marcus felt a surge of anger and frustration. The unfairness of it all made his blood boil. His fists clenched at his sides as he tried to contain his rage."Steal his sponsors? How am I supposed to do that? I come from a poor background," he said bitterly, his curiosity piqued despite his anger. He couldn't help but listen to Jesse, who seemed so confident in her plan.Jesse leaned in, her eyes gleaming with determination. "You can do it, Marcus. I'll be your first sponsor," she revealed, her voice steady and reassuring. "I believe in your talent and potential. I'll use my influence to bring more wealthy individuals to support you."Marcus stared at her, his mind racing. "You'd do that for me?" he asked, a mix of disbelief and hope in his voice."Yes," she replied firmly. "I see something special in you, Marcus. With the right backing, you can rise above all this. Pablo's sponsors won't stand a chance against the combined support I can gather for you."Jesse's unwavering confidence i

At a filming set near the beach, Pablo Rusto breathed fire, just as Marcus had guessed.The filming crew and his managers just watched him throw a tantrum, not stopping him from making a mess of the set because it was easier to wait for him to tire out than to stop him.“What made him that angry? Did he lose at the casino again?” the director asked Pablo’s manager.“I don’t really know. He just received a call from his junior, and he suddenly threw a fit like that,” the manager said exasperatedly, feeling as if working with Pablo was shaving a decade off his life.“He probably lost a woman to his junior,” the director said. “He should compensate for everything he breaks today. Twice the original price, as usual.”“Yes, we will. Just send us the list.”“Okay. We’ll be having snacks over there. Call us once he’s done.”“Sure. Thank you and sorry for this.”“No need to apologize. I’m used to him.”Everyone remained calm and ignored Pablo’s fit, while Pablo himself was too angry to notice