George placed his bet with absolute confidence, even mocking Scott, convinced victory was already his.But Scott was equally confident. He extended his right hand, offering a handshake."Deal," Scott said."Deal," George replied, gripping Scott's hand and shaking it firmly.A sly grin crept across George’s face. He was certain Scott and Luisa had mistakenly wandered into the wrong cabin. Their simple, understated appearance made it obvious—or so he thought. Unlike him and Linda, who were decked out in high-end designer brands, Scott and Luisa wore modest clothing—though still quite stylish.What George didn’t realize was that while Scott and Luisa weren’t flaunting big-name brands, the items they wore were even more exclusive. The lack of logos was deliberate, as their clothing was custom-made in limited quantities. Lombard, the man behind their wardrobe, ran a private factory specializing in high-quality, timeless pieces without flashy branding.If anyone in the cabin were to touch S

"Protect Young Master!" one of the bodyguards shouted.The rest of the guards immediately closed ranks, shielding the man in the brown cloak from sight. Some of them aimed their weapons in various directions, prepared for any potential threat from other passengers."Hey, you! Hands up! Now!" the same guard barked, glaring at the suspicious passenger Scott had just knocked down.The man was clearly outnumbered. Even if he had a backup weapon, he was in no position to use it. Any sudden move would be met with bullets from the guards aiming at him.On top of that, his left hand throbbed with pain after being hit by Scott’s shoe. Slowly, he raised his hands, casting a venomous glare at Scott."Restrain him!" ordered the guard.Without hesitation, two other guards, keeping their guns trained on the man, approached and pinned him down roughly. They clearly believed this man was either a criminal or a terrorist."Search him! Make sure he’s not carrying any bombs or other dangerous items," th

"I'm waiting," Scott said, staring at George with disdain. George returned Scott’s gaze, but his arrogance had disappeared. With someone as powerful as Scholtz backing Scott, how could he possibly act so smug as before? “What’s going on here?” Scholtz asked, turning to the flight attendant. The attendant responded, “These two made a bet, sir. If Mr. Scott and his wife had entered the wrong cabin, they’d have to kneel before these two and address them as ‘Sir’ and ‘Madam.’ But if they didn’t, then the reverse would happen.” Scholtz frowned. “That’s the bet they made?” “More or less, sir. For more details, you might want to ask Tony, since he was involved in the wager,” the attendant added. Scholtz turned his gaze to Tony, who glared at the attendant, clearly displeased by being outed. But it was the truth. “You were involved?” Scholtz asked coldly. “Explain.” “Um…” Tony hesitated, thinking about how to phrase his words. “Yes, Mr. Scholtz. That was the bet, and in the end, these

In the city hall, in the mayor's aides' office...Denis had just opened his laptop when his phone vibrated. He checked it. There was an incoming chat message from Lisa.He opened the message. Denis immediately made a sour face, finding the chat message so long.In essence, in her message, Lisa complained at length about how her days had become so bad in the last few days, and it was all because of that bastard Scott.Lisa also explained the latest situation at her family's company, Grandier Corp., where she was now threatened with losing her position. And not only that, her family who worked there could also be affected.Lisa ended her long message by asking Denis to really punish Scott as she had planned. She also asked Denis to help her gain privileged access to Dominion Group later.After reading it, Denis sighed. Lisa was a real demanding person. No wonder she was always changing boyfriends in college; no rich or popular guy on campus lasted long in a romantic relationship with he

Everyone in the bar turned their gaze to Scott, including the bearded man and the woman who was the victim of his slap."Who the fuck are you? Did you even know what you just did to me?!" the bearded man glared at Scott."Yeah, I did. I threw an empty glass at someone who deserved it," Scott said, smirking while raising his chin."You fucking bastard! You're going to regret this stupidity, pal!""Will I? I'm not sure about that."Scott's facial expression and tone clearly showed that he was belittling the bearded man. Of course, this made the bearded man unhappy. He lowered his hand holding his head and found the blood there. He looked back at Scott and grinned."Come here, you son of a bitch! Let's duel like men!" the bearded man challenged."Okay," Scott replied, his hands still in his pants pockets.The bearded man took off his sleeveless vest. Now his large body with a broad, hard chest was visible under his black tank top.The people near the door started to move away. They knew