A week later! Jonathan lay in the hospital bed, his right leg and left arm swathed in bandages, his neck braced, and his body studded with medical wires. According to the doctor, it was nothing short of a miracle that he had survived such severe injuries. But he was likely to be left with many handicaps, and martial arts would henceforth remain a distant dream. The person sitting next to the hospital bed was none other than Augustus! No longer were they swords drawn, but instead, they resembled friends. If it weren’t for the disputes over interests, people with similar ideologies like them could very well have been friends. “This time, I’ve come to bid you farewell. I will keep my promise. Once I leave the Southwest, I will never return." Augustus calmly declared an air of relief about him. Sitting in bed, Jonathan blinked his eyes and said: "I’ll arrange for your Heavenly Emperor Corporation to have three years to move your assets from the Southwest to minimize your losses.”
Half a month later, Jonathan managed to move about again, albeit with difficulty. With his current health condition, a slight breeze could knock him over. Even if he fully recovers, Jonathan could only live as an ordinary man, his health perhaps inferior. His organs still functioned adequately, but he probably couldn't shoulder heavy weights or hold anything with his hands. The prospect of martial arts was utterly out of the question. It wasn't that there was no solution, but this was not a typical medical issue. In other words, he could only hope for the right doctor with the right medicine. However, Jonathan wasn't overly concerned about this. He had learned these martial arts skills in prison, and whether he could use them in the future wasn't necessary. Let it be! After completing the discharge procedures, Jonathan bought a high-speed train ticket to New York. With no other affairs, he sat quietly on the train. Watching the landscapes of the Southwest gradually recede, Jona
It was at this point that Jonathan spoke up. "Cancel the contract with the Summon store and apologize to me. If you can do that, I won't pursue this matter further, nor will I report it to Orchid's headquarters." Alyssa responded instantly without hesitation. She had given this matter much thought. "Miss Steven's request is indeed very reasonable." Jonathan nodded in agreement. Upon hearing this, Gregory shot Jonathan a displeased look. He had brought Jonathan to help resolve the situation, not to make matters worse. If it were possible to cancel the contract so quickly, would he have fretted over it so much? Gregory desperately signaled Jonathan with his eyes, indicating that he should disagree so readily. If he agreed to something that couldn't be done and then had to backtrack, it would only exacerbate the situation. "If you agree with my request, then Director Miller should quickly address it. As long as you can do it, I won't press charges." Alyssa was somewhat surprised th
"Phew!" Daisy White was stunned for a moment before breaking into hearty laughter: "You are... You're clever, but who would believe such an excuse? I won't press you if you don't want to discuss it." Jonathan responded with a smile instead of words. It wasn't that he intentionally evaded his past, but he didn't want to recall it. Since leaving Top-Sky House, little significant had occurred to talk about. Starting anew seemed like the best decision he had made! Since letting go of everything, even the air he breathed seemed fresher. They rented rooms on the sixth floor, conveniently across from each other. Upon reaching their floor via the elevator, Daisy White suddenly stopped and invited: "It's still early. Would you like to come in for a bit?" Perhaps it was the first time Daisy White had invited a man into her apartment. Her face turned slightly pink. However, Jonathan decisively responded: "Nah, I feel quite tired today and would like to rest early." Daisy White seemed d
If Derek had spotted Jonathan, there was no reason Jonathan wouldn't have seen Derek. But his emotions were far more composed. Since he had come to New York, it was only a matter of time before he'd run into Derek. It was hardly surprising. Returning to the warehouse, Jonathan began to pack up. Upon hearing that Jonathan was soon to become the deputy director of the sales department, everyone in the warehouse was both envious and full of admiration. This leap was equivalent to jumping over Dhara's head! Everyone half-heartedly asked Jonathan for a treat, but he casually promised to arrange it another day. That night, there would undoubtedly be someone to dine with him. As Jonathan had anticipated, by the time work ended in the evening, he was intercepted as soon as he stepped out of the office. It was Derek! Their eyes met in mutual unfamiliarity. Derek drove his Lamborghini, escorting Jonathan away from there. Before long, they arrived at a high-end restaurant in a relativel
"Director Miller, Assistant Willow is here." Just as Gregory was about to explain the immediate tasks to Jonathan, his secretary knocked and entered. "Willow?" Gregory questioned doubtfully, although he knew who it was since only one assistant named Willow was in the company. But what puzzled Gregory was what Willow was doing in his sales department so early in the morning. She wasn't here to inquire about the Summon shop incident, was she? "Yes." "Then let her in. Don't dawdle!" "Director Miller, Assistant Willow is here to invite Deputy Director Wang. CEO Kyle has requested the Deputy Director to come to her office." Oh! Gregory looked surprised at Jonathan. Wasn't it just yesterday that Jonathan met Carnelian? Today they were meeting again. The frequency seemed too much. But since when has it become so easy to meet Carnelian? In Gregory's memory, despite being a director of the sales department, he rarely had the chance to meet Carnelian in private. Jonathan also looke
"Miss Gladys, please don't misunderstand. This is not our intent but rather the head offices. After all, we're a large company and must tread carefully in all affairs. Naturally, we present two alternatives for you to choose from. Suppose Miss Gladys dislikes the plan I've just explained. In that case, she is entirely free to choose the initial contract with no additional conditions," Jonathan interposed, tactfully creating a buffer before reluctantly continuing, "Just that..." "What is it?" Everyone harbors a sense of curiosity; even a star like Gladys is no exception, she immediately retorted. Jonathan paused for a few seconds before seeming sheepish, "Miss Gladys, as you're aware, large corporations are all about protocols, and I'm sure you're well aware of how Orchid operates. If Miss Gladys agrees to endorse our products, it indicates your trust in them, and surely you wouldn't want to harm your fans." "We chose Miss Gladys and no one else for this product promotion live strea
At the exact moment. In a hotel. A young man with an ordinary appearance but an incredibly sharp gaze stood in the middle of the lobby, furrowing his brows as he listened to his subordinate's report. "Carnelian took a man to the Minium Club three hours ago and let that man drive her car?" Bellamy questioned in a fury. The subordinate nodded affirmingly: "I saw it with my eyes, Master Miller!" Instantly, Bellamy erupted in rage: "Damn it, how did I not realize that Carnelian was such a loose woman! Engaged to Derek is one thing, but she's romping around with other men! Even her favorite car, she's let him drive!" "She puts on such a goddamn high-and-mighty act in front of me!" As Bellamy was hurling his verbal abuse, his phone started buzzing. Picking it up, his face turned a rather interesting shade of color. Unexpectedly, it was Carnelian calling him! "Hello, Carnelian. What brings you to call me?" Although he secretly condemned Carnelian, Bellamy’s tone was tender and flat