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In a matter of days, Golden Corporation swiftly took shape, and Joanna geared up for the imminent commencement of the demolition process for Myriad Village.Simultaneously, Mr. Rowlings conveyed a significant update to Travis. Over a phone call, he disclosed, “I received a call from my friend in the military, and he conveyed the unfortunate news that Flame had engaged in a bar brawl with some hooligans, resulting in his untimely demise.”“Huh?” Travis responded, his face etched with a frown. “He’s dead?”“Yes, Master Travis. His lifeless body was discovered in a dumpster, and the preliminary report suggests that his head bore the brunt of multiple blows, possibly from an iron pipe or a similar object, ultimately leading to his demise,” Mr. Rowlings shared.“So he was murdered, then?” Travis speculated, a pensive expression clouding his features. “It couldn’t be a random act or mere coincidence, right? A group of hooligans wouldn’t typically resort to murder unless they were directed t
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Two days before the highly anticipated Trillionaire Elevation gala, while navigating the city streets, Travis luckily spotted a boutique named Design Mall. His attention was immediately captivated by a stunning white gown displayed in the boutique’s showcase—a garment that seemed tailor-made for Joanna. With a sense of determination, Travis parked his car and ventured inside the chic establishment, his gaze sweeping over the array of exquisitely designed clothes adorning the mannequins.As he immersed himself in the ambiance of high-end fashion, one of the vigilant salesladies detecting an anomaly in Travis’s appearance, approached with a subtle frown and a discerning expression. “You don't seem to dress the part of people who come here to shop. Are you sure you're capable of affording anything here?” she inquired, her skepticism evident.Undeterred, Travis responded, “I’m in need of a beautiful gown for my wife and daughter, and that particular one caught my eye.” He gestured toward
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As Lia prepared to guide the interested woman towards the gown on the third floor, Travis inserted himself once again, feeling increasingly annoyed, “Why not ascertain if I possess the means to pay first? It’s evident I’m not here without purpose. I wouldn’t confidently claim the ability to afford the gown if I couldn’t, right?”Lia, growing increasingly exasperated with Travis’s persistent intrusion, sighed and firmly instructed him, “You need to leave now. Ma’am, let’s proceed to the third floor,” she informed the woman, leading her up the stairs, leaving Travis seething with frustration below.Left alone, Travis shook his head in dismay before reaching for his phone to contact General Manager Marshall.After a few rings, “Sorry, was I disturbing anything?” Travis asked over the phone.The voice of General Manager Marshall resonated through the phone as he answered, “Nothing significant, Master Travis, what can I help you with?”“I need your assistance,” Travis explained. “I’m curre
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Travis, undeterred by the escalating tension, produced his credit card and extended it towards Meena with a determined expression. “Go ahead, swipe the card!”Meena, seizing the bank card rather forcefully, tossed it back at Travis with a resentful tone. “Would you cut it out already? Stop meddling with my work here, Travis. Even though you may not know me, I know you well enough! Don’t even entertain the thought of that one point five million dollar gown; you can’t even afford a two thousand dollar gown! If you don’t leave now, I will ask the security guard to chase you out of here.”Travis sighed, feeling his frustration intensify. “The service attitude here is rather questionable. A customer comes in looking to make a purchase, and you can’t even verify if he can afford it.”In response, Meena retorted with a disdainful look, “Why would you even have that kind of money, Travis? Did you steal it or what? I don’t care about whatever deal you just made. Just get out of my sight while
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Mr. Zen approached Travis with an air of respect and offered a sincere apology, “Master Travis, I extend my deepest apologies for the disrespectful behavior exhibited by my employees. It seems they were unaware of your identity.”Travis, sporting a discerning expression, scrutinized Mr. Zen’s words and inquired, “And do you know who I am?”Acknowledging Travis’s question, Mr. Zen nodded, “I received a call from Ms. Ivory Mane, notifying me that the chairman of Danforth Group was present. This revelation is quite astonishing, considering our small establishment’s standing in comparison to the extensive Danforth Group mall network.”The revelation left Lia, Meena, and others perplexed, their curiosity restrained due to the fear they had toward Mr. Zen.Travis, maintaining his focus, responded, “I merely came across a gown that captured my interest—the Ivory gown. My intention is to acquire it as soon as possible. Regrettably, my time has been unnecessarily consumed by the confusion crea
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Mr. Zen leveled a stern gaze at Lia, cautioning, “If you wish to avoid a beating, it’s in your best interest to remain silent right now! How can you burst into tears in the presence of Master Travis?!”“I’m deeply sorry!” she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. “I’ve learned my lesson, so please spare me! I beg you!” Her plea echoed, driven by the fear of jeopardizing her sole means of livelihood.Mr. Zen exhaled audibly and shifted his attention to Travis. “Master Travis, what audacious deal did she dare to strike with you?”“She has to apologize while enduring fifty slaps,” Travis stated with a nonchalant attitude. “I’d do it myself, but time is of the essence, and she might not survive.”Lia gasped, breaking into loud sobs as she remained on her knees. “Please! Please I implore you to have mercy, please!!”“Between losing your job and enduring the slaps, what’s your preference?” Travis queried. “I’m showing leniency here, so respond swiftly.”“Slap me!” Lia immediately answer
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Joanna stood in awe, gazing at the gown with admiration. "Travis, this gown is absolutely stunning! You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble!” she exclaimed, her face beaming with pleasure."I wanted you to shine at the event, and this gown is the perfect choice for you," Travis explained, silently hoping she wouldn't inquire about its cost.As Joanna absorbed the beauty of the gown, her expression shifted to one of contemplation when she settled on the bed, a hint of sadness clouding her face. "I can’t help but feel unwelcome there. By now, news of my disownment must have spread. I won't even get the credit; it will be the Blooms who benefit. It's so disheartening."Travis, understanding her sentiment, nodded in empathy. "That’s their specialty—taking credit for others’ accomplishments. Despite that, I’m confident you’ll be more than welcome. General Manager Marshall recognized your talents before, and I believe that recognition still stands.”A hopeful gleam returned to
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The Trillionaire Elevation Event unfolded at an opulent hotel in Grove City, a move orchestrated by Travis that undoubtedly stirred discontent among those commuting from Mainville City, the core of the Danforth Group.The guest list comprised elites from various cities and countries, each arriving in a procession of luxurious cars. Distinguished men and women adorned in their finest garments approached the venue, where vigilant guards at the entrance scrutinized credentials to ensure only the invited gained access.Bianca, accompanied by her son and Leon, made a grand entrance in their sleek cars. Simultaneously, Gerald Kramer made his entrance and greeted Leon with a congratulatory gesture. “This is truly a milestone, isn’t it? Congratulations, brother,” he remarked, extending his hand.Leon, seemingly contemplative, regarded him for a moment, sighed, and then proceeded into the venue, Edwin trailing behind.Curiosity lingered as Gerald, speaking in hushed tones, queried Bianca, “Do