Jayson leapt to his feet, his gaze scanning the pristine asphalt that stretched out for miles. A sudden realization struck him—he needed a car. Pulling out his phone, he swiftly decided to book a taxi. However, as he located a nearby one and checked the price, his hands trembled in shock. With widened eyes, he exclaimed, "Is this a helicopter or a taxi? $5,000? Forget it, I'll just walk; it's not that far."Determined, albeit with a sombre expression, Jayson set his mind on foot travel and began his journey along the smooth road. Along the way, he occasionally gasped in awe at the sights that caught his attention. In those moments, he couldn't help but sigh with admiration. Sometimes, even an abundance of money falls short when it comes to truly experiencing life's treasures.As the weather turned scorching hot, beads of sweat formed on his forehead the moment he stepped into the affluent neighbourhood. The Dragon Estate was meticulously organized, with the wealthiest residents resid
Jayson found himself in a familiar scene, one that stirred memories from a previous life. It mirrored the moment when Daniel, consumed by greed and ambition, heartlessly rejected the woman and her unborn child before pursuing marriage with the daughter of a wealthy family in Jade City. Determined to rewrite history, Jayson stood resolute, ready to change the course of events and prevent the repetition of past mistakes. "Daniel, it's me, Lovely. Your girlfriend. We often meet at the clubhouse. Remember?" The woman's voice trembled with desperation and anxiety as she clung tightly to Daniel's leg, her eyes pleading for recognition. Daniel snarled, his face contorted with anger. "Get off me, you wretched woman!" He forcefully kicked her away, then turned to his bodyguards, his voice dripping with disdain. "Remove her from my sight," he commanded coldly. As the bodyguards moved to carry out Daniel's order, his narrowed gaze caught sight of Jayson standing a few meters away, a mischievou
The $50 million price tag paled in comparison to the immense suffering he endured in his past, when the Wilson family had coerced him into shouldering the blame for Daniel. He had become the pariah of Jade City, despised by everyone, earning him the infamous title of the Trash who betrayed the beloved fairy of Jade City. For a gruelling five years, he endured relentless scorn and brutal beatings from both the affluent and the destitute. Recalling these painful memories, Jayson felt an instinctive tightening of his fists and took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. Lucy's face twisted with contempt as a sneer played on her lips. "Look at you, Trash. What part of your body could possibly be worth 50 million dollars? Besides your looks, what other merits do you have? Even if you were put up for auction, you wouldn't fetch a million dollars." Jayson retorted with a cold, calculated tone. "My good looks were the very reason I married into the prestigious Wilson family. If you ha
Elena's eyes widened in astonishment as Jayson mentioned the staggering sum of 50 million dollars. It was a revelation she never anticipated, and it left her feeling utterly shocked. Unhappily, she furrowed her brow, unable to hide her disappointment. Daniel let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't the sole recipient of Jayson's surprising revelation. "Jayson, it's just a matter of going to the media and claiming the pregnancy of that woman? Do you believe making money is that simple? If it were that easy, I would have preferred to stay home and not work," Elena said calmly, although she was seething with anger towards Jayson. All the affectionate names she had called him earlier had disappeared into thin air. Jayson maintained a poker face and replied, "Elena, accepting a pregnancy isn't easy either. If it were as simple as you make it sound, Daniel would have already gone to the media and done it." An uncomfortable silence settled over the dining table, and Elena clench
Jayson reclined on the plush pool lounger, leisurely flipping through glossy magazines while intermittently sipping on a refreshing glass of juice. He hummed along to the melodic tunes emanating from his music player, fully immersed in his own world of relaxation. Suddenly, the music abruptly ceased, and a dark shadow fell upon Jayson. "Trash," Chef Breed sneered icily, interrupting Jayson's peaceful respite. He cast a disdainful gaze over Jayson's lounging figure, his expression contorted with displeasure. Puzzled, he couldn't fathom how this lowly individual had managed to obtain the key to the storeroom. The frown on Chef Breed's face deepened as he pondered this revelation. "Follow me, Trash," Chef Breed commanded in a frigid tone. His head held high, he regarded Jayson with a condescending air of superiority. Jayson regarded him with an expression that clearly conveyed his disbelief. He hadn't sought out Chef Breed to settle any scores, but since the chef had come looking for hi
Upon hearing Elena's words, Chef Breed's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor. Panic flooded his eyes as tears streamed down his face. "Please, don't fire me," he pleaded anxiously. "I'm the one who cooked the meal, I beg you." Mrs. Wilson's expression turned icy, and she called for Butler Mark. "Mark!" she called out sharply. Butler Mark hurried into the room, taking in Chef Breed's tear-stained face. He silently sneered, revelling in the chef's misery. "What a fool," he thought to himself, though he kept his thoughts to himself and maintained a composed demeanour. "Summon security and have him escorted off the premises," Mrs. Wilson ordered coldly before turning to leave. Chef Breed's entire body shook with shock. Swallowing his pride, he turned to Jayson and pleaded desperately, "Young Master Jayson, please, forgive me. I beg for your forgiveness." Elena, wanting to say something, restrained herself. She decided to discuss the matter with Jayson later, once she returned
Chef Breed collapsed onto the floor, shock coursing through his veins. He had depleted his entire savings, and if he lost this lucrative position as the Wilson family's chef, where would he ever find another opportunity to work for such a prominent household? "Please, Young Master Jayson, don't dismiss me," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'll do anything you ask of me." In a moment of desperation, he even delivered a series of tight slaps to his own face. "I'll even punish myself if that's what it takes." Jayson waved his hand dismissively, his tone devoid of emotion. "I'm not one to hold grudges. I forgive you." A wave of relief washed over Chef Breed, but his eyes widened in shock as Jayson continued, "However, if you wish to continue working here, I require a payment of ten thousand dollars." "Ten thousand dollars!" Chef Breed exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief, and his vision began to blur as darkness encroached upon him. Jayson lounged comfortably on the plush recl
Jayson's lips curled into a smirk as he muttered under his breath, "What a fool!" With a quick payment, the ticket was handed to him. Jayson didn't even spare a glance at Hay Wilson; he stealthily made his escape. Hay Wilson couldn't believe his eyes as Jayson slipped away right before him. He never imagined that the Trash of the Wilson family would have the audacity to pull such a stunt. His furious gaze darted around, desperately searching for Jayson. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, seething with anger when he realized Jayson was nowhere to be seen. "Kid, are you finished throwing a tantrum?" sneered the burly man. Hay Wilson shot a cold glare at the burly man and retorted, "Just you wait, my bodyguards will be here any moment." True to his words, Jayson had fled because he knew the Wilson family's sons never went anywhere without their bodyguards. As he glanced up, he spotted seven men in suits approaching. Jayson lowered his head and quickened his pace, swiftly pas