“In summary, negotiate all you want about compensation or anything else. I can pay or show respect, but absolutely don't lay a finger on the ones in the truck!” “Understood?” Recognition dawned on Victoria; this was Mr. Thompson's private car. Who was Mr. Thompson? He was the undisputed king of New Hanbok, able to shake its very foundations with a mere stomp! Yet Ethan's demeanor remained relaxed, his reply absent as he chuckled. Quickly, the occupants of the pickup entered the club. Few in number, perhaps five or six, but each of them was robust, carrying themselves with an undeniable aura of fierce authority. Compared to the muscular guards they dwarfed in stature and presence. At a glance, Ethan recognized the leader, the very man who had delivered a package to the Edwards' residence earlier. Obviously, his true identity wasn't that of a mere delivery man. Seeing the newcomers, Sis Verity straightened, regaining her composure as she warmly greeted: "Mr. Matthew.” The man
Despite the hurdles, matters eventually concluded. Mr. Matthew's men had beaten Andrew and sis Verity to an inch of their lives and usurped sis Verity's club management rights. Andrew was discarded in a narrow alleyway, managing with great difficulty to phone the Bailey family's head, Philip. Sis Verity was one of his few lifelines, given that he worked for the Bailey family. Naturally, after such a setback, he had to report to them. He held onto the hope that the Bailey family might intervene on his behalf. He relayed the entire series of events to Philip as soon as the call connected. However, much to his dismay, Philip's furious rebuke came swift and merciless! "Who told you to mess with Ethan now?" "From this point on, you have nothing to do with our Bailey family. Get lost!" Infuriated, Philip abruptly hangs up the phone and blocks the number. Just yesterday, he had been in negotiations with the Han and Jones families, agreeing to not lay a finger on Ethan until they had
As his son claimed he was being bullied, the man hurriedly marched over. After hearing his son's story, he scanned London and sneered: "Little one, who's filling your head with nonsense?" "This smart spider is the newest thing, nothing in the world is better." "You kids have been fooled!" With the ringleader's father backing him, the other kids quickly shifted their allegiance back to the ringleader. Facing an adult, London felt simultaneously intimidated and afraid. Her eyes glistening with tears, she stammered: "I wasn't lying...!" In this very moment, Ethan approached, inquiring: "London, what's the matter? What happened?" "Father!" Upon seeing Ethan, London, as if finding sanctuary in a storm, quickly ran towards him. At that point, a teacher approached, admonishing: "Why are you two still arguing?" The teacher, trying to suppress a smile upon seeing the two parents, half-jokingly commented: "These children are adamant that their toys are superior. Now that the parents ar
"Indeed, these New Single families never seem content." "Excluding the Edwards and Baileys, none seem inclined to kneel and beg for forgiveness. They're probably scheming something foolish." Ethan smirked: "Half of the month-long deadline has passed. The Bailey's fortunes have dwindled significantly." Hearing this, a pang of realization struck Samuel. Yes, the Bailey family's future no longer shined bright. After hanging up the phone, Ethan checked his watch. It was past the usual time she would leave work. Of course, she's been let go. Why would she have a work schedule anymore? He wondered where she might be when, at that moment, his phone buzzed. Picking it up, he found a message from Londyn: "Pick up London from home. No need to wait for me after work; I need some solitude." The simplicity of her message laid bare her loneliness. After collecting London, Ethan noticed Basil's spirits were deflated. After all, today was the day his entire Edwards family had been exiled. Th
Ethan chuckled: "Doesn't this indicate that your worth exceeds 200 million?" For a fleeting moment, Londyn felt an overwhelming wave of happiness, so surreal that she doubted the veracity of Ethan's words until he showed her an electronic contract. Victoria was incredibly gracious; she had already prepared the electronic contract. In an instant, Londyn felt her nose sting, unable to contain herself any longer, she lunged forward to hug Ethan, sobbing: "This is so wonderful, absolutely wonderful!" "Ethan, thank you…" For a brief moment, Ethan was enveloped in an intoxicating fragrance, sensing the quivering chest of the woman in his arms, convulsing due to tears and elation. However, quite swiftly, Londyn seemed to realize something, retreating from the embrace, her face now redder than before. She stole a glance at Ethan, her heart pounding, surprised she had initiated the hug. She had never done this with anyone of the opposite gender before. Just then, a few rowdy voices eru
Seeing Ethan shake his head, the young female student furrowed her brows, reiterating to Basil, "In summary, don't trust him; he's a scammer!" Flustered, Basil hastened to clarify to everyone that Ethan was not a scam artist. Instantaneously, the consensus of the room was that Basil was naive and easily fooled, ignorant even to the fact that he had been duped. A young maiden, alight with righteous fury, continued to chastise Ethan. "What kind of a man are you? Even after I’ve exposed your true face, you dare continue with your deceitful antics?" "Do you think I won't call the police on you?" At that very moment, a bespectacled supervisor, having heard the escalating conflict from the infirmary, hurried in. Upon grasping the situation, he let out a vehement sigh, his eyes blazing in anger towards Ethan. "You cannot change the doctor!" "If even Dominich fails to heal, no other can save the patient!" "And what if switching doctors causes a delay in treatment? Can you bear the r
The truth was, she had been trying to get an appointment with the esteemed Frederick to treat her grandfather's ailment. She hadn't anticipated that getting an appointment with such a luminary would be so challenging. She began trying since the end of the previous year, but it now seemed she might have to wait until the year's end. Watching her grandfather's condition worsen day by day in the adjacent room, she dreaded whether he could hold on until the year's end. She had sought out nearly every renowned physician over the past months, only to return with disappointment. Now, her hopes lay with Frederick. Perhaps only the "Spring Rejuvenation Technique" could save her grandfather. She sighed heavily. Today, she had an incredible opportunity. It was surprising to her that, given her family's stature, it was so difficult to meet Master Bailey. Yet, Ethan could summon him with just a phone call. Ironically, she had even doubted Ethan's motives earlier, suspecting him of dubious i
"Golden-hued, it appears our invitation holds a certain prestige, doesn't it?" Basil's eyes shimmered as he beheld the lavish invitation in his hands. Londyn curiously studied her own invite and turned to Amanda: "Do you know how many tiers of invitations Mr. Thompson's birthday celebration has?" Earlier that day, Amanda and Scarlet had arrived early, intending to attend Mr. Thompson's party alongside Londyn. Amanda rolled her eyes and responded: "I believe there are four tiers." "Divided into silver-white, gold, purple-gold, and black-gold invitations." she elaborated. "But I've also heard whispers that atop the gold ones, there exists a unicorn-tier invitation!" The moment Amanda finished her sentence, an audible gasp filled the room. "A unicorn-tier? Sounds mythical, doesn't it?" Scarlet exclaimed in amazement. Amanda nodded: "Rumor has it that the envelope is famed for its embossed golden unicorn—majestic and awe-inspiring. I've only ever heard of it, never seen it." "Eac