"Ha ha, you crippled my son, and Kenneth still defends you?" he sneered: "Then your daughter will pay for your sins!" Within moments, he was on the phone, ordering an investigation into the school the young girl attended. In the days that followed, Londyn established her own company. The newly formed enterprise kept her and Scarlet incredibly busy. In contrast, Ethan remained leisurely, uninvolved in the company's affairs, content in his roles as a doting uncle and occasional chauffeur. Londyn's bond with the young hunting dog grew stronger each day. The pup had grown significantly, almost indistinguishable from a full-grown hound. As dusk settled, Basil prepared a lavish dinner as always. On most days, the rotund man managed household affairs. Truly, Basil was the epitome of a perfect family man. The dog, spotting Ethan's family returning, wagged its tail excitedly in greeting. "Rowan!" Londyn exclaimed, rushing to play with the dog. Basil chuckled: "You two have been busy a
Seated comfortably, Manager Steven greeted Ethan with a smile, glancing over the loan documents. "Why didn't Director Edwards come in person today?" Steven's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Ethan calmly responded: "She's quite busy. I'm her assistant." "I see the terms have been discussed, so why hasn't the loan been processed?" Adjusting his glasses, Steven's tone grew serious: "Tell me the truth." "After our internal deliberations, we've concluded that the future prospects of your company seem rather bleak." Manager Steven began, his voice dripping with condescension: "Therefore, the fifty-million loan might not be feasible." Ethan's brows furrowed in confusion: "Not feasible? Why weren't we informed earlier?" Having discussed terms nearly a month ago, this sudden withdrawal was perplexing. How were they supposed to manage their company's finances? If they had been informed earlier, they could've approached another bank. Steven, sensing Ethan's growing frustration, smirked:
The license plate indicated it was from the Central South military zone. In other words, this car belonged to the military! In an instant, Director Alexis straightened his attire, standing upright. The others also became instantly alert, wondering which high-ranking official was visiting Windsor Bank today. The car door swung open swiftly, revealing a stunning young woman stepping out. Aside from influential figures like Alexis and Ava, hardly anyone recognized her. Yet, the mere sight of her sent shivers down their spines. Wasn't this Zalda, the granddaughter of the venerable Abram and daughter of Adrian from the Central South military zone? What business could someone of her stature have at Windsor Bank? Regardless of her reasons, both Director Alexis and Ava felt compelled to approach her, greeting her with utmost respect and wide smiles: "Welcome, Miss Harris!" Yet, Zalda merely acknowledged them with a brief nod, then hurriedly approached Ethan, bowing deeply in front of e
As the conversation continued, Amanda's face grew serious: "I've made a promise to a dear friend. I must win.""Why would the eldest daughter of the Fred family need to resort to fighting to resolve an issue?"Hearing Ethan's words, Amanda shook her head: "You wouldn't understand. The situation in our circle is quite complex.""Young people from influential families, none of us want to tarnish our family's reputation.""Now that there's a conflict, and neither side will back down, a fight is the best solution. After all, it's just a fight. The one who yields will admit defeat.""Coincidentally, this time, participants from our circle have some martial arts background. Resolving it the martial artist's way is quite professional."Hearing her words, Ethan was momentarily at a loss for words. Truly, a bunch of bored and insipid rich kids."There's another layer to it, of course."Amanda glanced at Ethan, not intending to hide anything from him."Actually, after that auction day, I got cl
Upon his words, even more disdainful glances were cast Ethan's way."Yes, yes, Mr. Clark, you're absolutely right. We'll report this to our higher-ups."A chorus of sycophantic agreement followed.After speaking, Mr. Clark began to strut around the showroom.Ethan, unbothered by the rude crowd, wandered on his own.Even if the most expensive car in the world was within Ethan's grasp, he pondered.Londyn's car was a Maserati worth over a million. He considered getting something of a similar stature for himself.It would be fitting.Soon after, he focused on a Porsche Macan, priced around a million.Seeing Ethan pause before the Porsche Macan, the only salesperson who hadn't mocked him earlier approached."Are you interested, sir?"The petite salesman began patiently introducing the car. Ethan listened for a bit, then nodded and asked:"If I pay upfront, can I take the car immediately?"His words instantly drew the attention of everyone in the store!The young salesman was taken aback.
"So, is it true that this petite fellow claims that only his customer can purchase the item?" Mr. Clark, with his silvery hair contrasting his dark suit, cast a piercing gaze upon the slight-framed salesman, causing the latter to quiver and bow his head in intimidation. As the words fell from his lips, Manager Lewis's temper flared on the spot: "Preposterous!" He glared at the diminutive figure: "You dare speak to Mr. Clark like that? Treat a customer in such a manner? You needn’t come in tomorrow!" "A-ah?" The slight young man looked stupefied, mouth agape, consumed by regret. Even Ethan couldn't bear to watch. He stepped up to confront Manager Lewis: "Are you Manager Lewis? Earlier, your team leader didn't say the same." "He mentioned that regular customers have a priority. Hard to believe. Does your store really have such absurd policies?" As the accusation hung in the air, the leader of the sales team avoided eye contact, visibly distressed. Manager Lewis's countenance also c
In all veracity, Mr. Clark's pockets weren't deep enough for the purchase. His stratagem? Merely reserve the item, only to cancel it after some time, with perhaps a forfeiture of the deposit at worst. Though unable to afford a three million yuan automobile, the deposit was within his means. A trifling price for a momentary display of grandiosity, he mused, worth every penny. As the premises reverberated with the echoing laughter, there was a sudden hush. A gentleman of distinct oriental features, garbed in an elegant black vestment, made a poised entrance. The collective attention pivoted and recognized the Store Manager. The very presence of Manager Jackson was a spectacle in itself! Having just returned from an external engagement, Manager Jackson, slightly perturbed by the raucous scene, pondered: "The establishment is still open for business. How could this be? Where's the decorum?" He quickly advanced, his tone tinged with discontent: "What's the commotion? Why are all the s
Jackson laughed even louder, thinking he'd caught Ethan. But he failed to grasp Ethan's underlying meaning, which was Ethan's disdain for people of such circles. Suddenly, the store's glass doors swung open, revealing a dashing young man in impeccable attire. To Jackson's astonishment, it was Warren Scott, the very same he'd just dined with. "Young master Scott, what brings you here?" Whispers filled the room. Was this the legendary heir of the Scott family of New Hanbok? Warren, wearing a beaming smile, approached Jackson: "Mr. Clark, I was free today and decided to visit." "What's all the commotion about?" Jackson, casting a sly glance at Ethan, replied: "Ah, just a little disturbance. Someone was bold enough to claim they could replace me as the store manager." "Really?" Warren laughed heartily: "This store is an investment of the Scott family, and the manager is our direct appointee. I'm curious, who dares make such a proclamation?" No sooner had he spoken than a multitud