Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

The Betrayal

“Mr. Falck,” the man in the center said without looking at Allvar's face. “I can't accept you to work for my company.”

The man looked busy with the cell phone he kept playing.

Allvar frowned, but he tried to calm himself down.

"It was like a trick in the interview, he was testing me." Allvar thought.

"Sir, you didn't even touch the application file I brought. Please trust me, you'll be satisfied with it..." Allvar said with a calm tone. As a student graduated from a reputable university, he was confident with himself.

However, for some unknown reason, however, in the past 2 months he has been repeatedly rejected when looking for a job. Those people also looked down on him, not even willing to take a look at his resume.

"Why should I look at it? Even without me looking, I already know what's in it. So I don't need to waste my time going through that useless file."

The man said arrogantly, ignoring Allvar's words.

Allvar was angry, but he still tried to remain his anger and said with patience, "Sir, please, just take a look..."

"I'm sick of this!" the man said, frowning. He put down his phone, picked up Allvar's resume casually, just glanced at the cover, and then casually threw his resume into the trash can.

"Finished looking, you're not qualified, any questions?" the man looked at Allvar impatiently, waving his hand, "Don't waste time here, get out of here."

Allvar stared at the man, his fists clenched.

"Can't you understand English? Now, right now, leave my office, or I'll call security!"

The man said irritably to Allvar.

Allvar took a few deep breaths, lowered his head, took his resume from the trash can, and walked out of the office in silence.

Surprisingly, he felt unusually calm now. In the past two months, the same thing had happened dozens of times. Without any reason, he always failed and was looked down upon.

But he graduated from the top university of this country, and he was also the best student.

Maybe it’s just because of some bad luck?

This was the tenth time in two months he’d faced failure. He had done everything right, kept his grades up, worked hard, applied to every opportunity he could find, but it was never enough.

He checked his phone, hoping for some distraction from the sinking feeling in his stomach. Today was supposed to be a good day, it was his first anniversary with his girlfriend, Serena, and he had planned a surprise. He could already imagine the smile on her face when he came home early with her favorite cake.

Forcing himself to think of happier things, he made his way to a small bakery nearby. The smell of freshly baked bread and chocolate filled the air, and for a moment, his mood lightened. He picked out a simple chocolate cake and handed over the last of his cash, determined to make this day special for Serena.

But as he approached their apartment, something didn’t feel right. The door was slightly ajar, and faint voices drifted out, causing his heart to skip a beat. He heard laughter, hers, but also… a man’s?

The cake box felt heavy in his hands, his body tense as he stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him. The hallway was dimly lit, but the voices grew louder. Laughter… followed by a low, intimate moan.

“God, you’re amazing,” the man said, followed by more laughter.

Allvar’s heart pounded as he moved toward the bedroom. He knew what he would find, but he prayed he was wrong.

Allvar tried to eliminate his negative thoughts, but he saw the opposite. He found that his girlfriend was with another man in the room.

They were acting intimately, clothes scattered all over the floor.

“Babe, guess in which company your loser boyfriend is being interviewed now? He would never know how happy we were here while he was scolded by those interviewers, haha!”

“Don’t mention him, he was just a jobless...ahhhhh!” Serena stopped his words and screamed out, because she saw Allvar was standing there, right beside the door.

“Serena...what are you doing here!” Allvar tried to calm his voice, but a fire burst in his heart.

The cake he was carrying fell down the stairs. Allvar's heart rumbled so much that he unconsciously clenched his hands into tight fists.