Matilda's face was as pale as a blank sheet, and Sonia wasn't in a good condition either. Matilda raised her head slightly, her lips trembling as she stuttered. ”Mr…Mr..Duke, please spare me.” her voice was shaky, indicating the fear in her heart. How could she, a lowly sales assistant insult and humiliate such a well respected person? Matilda shook her head, wondering why she made such a deadly mistake. Her gaze landed on Sonia, the cause of it all. With her fists clenched by her sides, she badly felt like slapping Sonia. Why would she implicate her in this kind of way?! First she lied about her identity, and now she made her insult the owner of the Dukes Empire. Matilda sighed, turning to Helena, her boss, “Ma'am, ma'am, please spare me. I didn't know he was Mr Duke.” she whispered softly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. If she had known that Brian wasn't bragging when he made a phone call, she would have asked him to purchase the dress and leave; but now, she was already

“Let go of me!” Martin snapped as he glared angrily at Tyla, who turned red in embarrassment. “Brian, you think you can act high and mighty now? Just because of your mere position?!” he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury. Everything about Brian angered him to death, and he badly felt like destroying him immediately. Brian sighed, obviously not in the mood for another banter. “Lyra, let's leave this place, shall we? I wouldn't want our perfect night to be interrupted by some unwanted pests.” he smirked as he pulled Lyra's hands and walked away. Lyra chuckled softly at her husband's words, “You sure know how to stir up the anger boiling in Martin and Tyla.” “I never intended to. Now that Martin has his position back, I can tell he's going to frustrate me to death. Don't you think he should be taught a lesson?” he asked as he tilted his head, “Martin Scott, Just because of a few shares and a small title, he thinks he can just talk to me anyhow. Well let's see about that.” he muttered

Harry returned back to the event after calming himself with some cigarettes. After all, his date, the lady he came with was still inside. As he walked past the restroom, he happened to hear Brian's voice as he was seriously talking to someone. His eyes narrowed, curious to hear what he was fussing about. Harry strode in gently, trying to remain unnoticed. Brian felt something snap inside him as he heard Albert's words. “Albert, what did you just say?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. Didn't he say he saw the staff with his father? Why was he saying something completely different? Albert sighed, “Master, the first day your father got sick was the last day I saw the staff. Since I didn't know the importance, I didn't ask him where or why he kept it.” he said, slightly disappointed at himself. If he had known the staff was very important, he would have searched for it before Brian became the CEO. Perhaps Brian's father thought he was going to give Brian the staff personally,

Brian stared at his phone screen, wondering who the mysterious man could be. His last statement shocked him, and he was yet to recover from it. He inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Yes, you're right. I ordered someone to track you down to get more information about the staff.” The old man chuckled softly, “And you think just anyone would be able to track me?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. After years of working in the military, would a mere person be able to track his number? Hearing the old man's words, Brian narrowed his eyes, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” The old man sighed, “I'm saying it's impossible. You can't track me unless I reveal my location to you.” he said confidently, rendering Brian completely speechless. Just what was this old man saying? The number seemed like an ordinary number so there really shouldn't be anything surprising about it. Brian struggled to find the right words to say as he didn't want to sound rude. After all, this was the only

James chuckled at Harry's statement. Just like he thought, Harry was still obsessed with becoming a member. “Harry, just who do you think you are?” he asked as he glared at him, “I've told you several times that you're unworthy of this position. Even your father can't become a member of the Tycoon 6 but you want to become one? Are you insane?!” His voice thundered, rendering Harry completely speechless. “Do you think by offering to help me I'll really allow you to join the Tycoon 6? Are you that useful? Harry, don't think so highly of yourself. You're nothing important. Even if you don't decide to help me, you think I won't find someone else?” Harry clenched his fists by his side, trying to control the rage that was brewing inside of him. The fact that James called him useless and unimportant angered him to death. He scoffed, “Mr Walters, what's your conclusion? You're not working with me anymore?” “Of course. You've given me the information I need. Working with you is nothing spec