The sleek, silver sedan glided effortlessly through the crowded streets, its smooth, aerodynamic design allowing it to navigate the congested roads with ease. The soft hum of the engine provided a gentle accompaniment to the rhythmic beat of the windshield wipers, a soothing melody that seemed to lull the world into a state of tranquility. As they turned onto Queens Boulevard, a wide, tree-lined thoroughfare that stretched as far as the eye could see, the majestic façade of the Queens Shopping Mall came into view, its gleaming glass and steel exterior a testament to the wealth, opulence, and unbridled ambition of the Queens family.The mall's imposing structure seemed to dominate the surrounding landscape, a towering behemoth of commerce and consumerism that appeared to defy gravity and push the boundaries of architectural innovation. Its sleek, modern design was a masterclass in elegance and sophistication, a symphony of curved lines, angular shapes, and gleaming surfaces that see

As the appointed hour for the meeting drew near, the heads of each department in the sprawling Queens Shopping Mall began to filter into the conference room, their faces set in determined expressions as they prepared to present their respective reports, each one a testament to their hard work, dedication, and unwavering commitment to excellence. The jewellery department head, Mrs. Thompson, took her seat alongside the shoes department head, Mr. Lee, exchanging a brief, reassuring smile as they both smoothed out their notes and organized their papers. Meanwhile, the cloth department head, Mrs. Patel, chatted quietly with the hat department head, Mr. Jenkins, their hushed tones and serious expressions a reflection of the importance of the meeting, and the gravity of the discussions that were about to take place.The accessories department heads, responsible for perfumes, handbags, and other luxury items, also took their seats, their eyes fixed intently on the empty chair at the head o

Ella Queen's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression a mask of calm, calculating interest, a subtle blend of intellectual curiosity and business acumen that seemed to bore into the very heart of the report, searching for any hidden nuances, complexities, or potential pitfalls."Congratulations, Mrs. Patel," Ella said, her voice low, measured, and utterly authoritative, a clear, concise, and compelling declaration of her approval, and her appreciation. "Your department's performance is truly impressive, a testament to your leadership, your expertise, and your unwavering commitment to excellence." Ella's gaze lingered on Mrs. Patel for a moment, as if searching for any sign of weakness, or vulnerability, before continuing. "I'd like to see a comprehensive plan for the new branches, including projected sales figures, marketing strategies, and operational logistics. Please submit the plan to me within the next two weeks, ensuring that it is meticulous, detailed, and comprehensive, a true

On the roof of the bright hall, there was a calm young man standing with his hands behind his back. Under the bright moonlight, he stood in the dark, giving off a majestic feeling. Ray’s eyes were deep as he looked at the girl downstairs in the dark. However, when Heather turned her head to look at the roof of the bright hall, he was already gone. “Are my eyes playing tricks on me?” She smiled bitterly. Ray had already returned to the Gibson’s family manor, but he did not show himself. He did not want to see Heather again, so he went to the door of his mother’s courtyard. “Is it you, Ray?” Laura asked. “Come in!” “Mom, why are you still up?” Ray pushed the door open. However, Laura glared at him. “How long have you been back? Heather waited for you here for hours!” His words exposed Laura’s guess that Ray had already returned home earlier, but he just did not want to show himself. After all, he was her son. How could Laura not understand him? “I just got home!” Ray explaine

After the blonde-haired man had finished speaking, more than a dozen people in the booth immediately stood up. However, a young man in a suit, Hopper Wells, was very calm. He said indifferently, “Wait. The moment you arrive, you want to beat up people in this bar, isn’t that a little too much?” He was the one who had a say in this situation. “He has offended someone he shouldn’t have,” Steve Xavier said indifferently. “He must die tonight!” “That’s a little too much. How much hatred do you have for my brother? Don’t you know who this bar belongs to?” Hopper raised his eyebrows. However, Ray Gibson and Danny Que were already here. “This is Lord Brinhalm’s territory. You must have eaten a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall to come here and cause trouble!” The blonde-haired man yelled while covering his face. “I don’t want to know whose territory it is. Do you know her?” Danny took out his phone, showing a picture of Kathleen Que, and pressed it against the blonde’s face. “Isn’t