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
Jayson's fists clenched tightly as he absorbed Mrs. Wilson's words. He had severely underestimated her determination to pin the blame on him. The realization washed over him that he couldn't alter the past; he could only find a way to benefit from it. Elena noticed his presence and turned toward him. "Jayson, come join us for dinner. Why are you just standing there?" Her face beamed with warmth, radiating the essence of a loving wife. With a hint of annoyance, Jayson rolled his eyes. He swaggered over to the vacant chair beside Elena and began devouring his meal, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the faces gathered around the dining table. "Now that you're here, Jayson, everything will be much easier. You and that woman will have to take a photo together, and I expect you to stay home tomorrow," Mrs. Wilson declared firmly, her tone resembling a command. Jayson lifted his head from his plate and retorted, "Mrs. Wilson, it's about time you realized that I'm not your family's sl
After botching three more shots, Jayson managed to provoke the entire Wilson family and the photographer. "Restrain that lunatic!" Daniel commanded his bodyguards, having endured Jayson's erratic behaviour for far too long. Even as the photographer glared at Jayson furiously, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been paid a significant amount for this secretive couple photoshoot and keeping his mouth shut. However, Jayson's behaviour was preventing him from hitting it big. The thought of walking up to Jayson and giving him a few tight slaps crossed his mind, fueled by frustration. But before the situation could escalate further, Mrs. Wilson intervened, putting a halt to the advancing bodyguards. "All of you, stop," she commanded, her voice firm and commanding. "Mom, we have to teach this Thrash a lesson," Lucy chimed in, her anger evident. Jayson had become increasingly unruly lately, repeatedly offending her. She wished nothing but suffering for him. Mrs. W
"Being a little popular won't hurt; I would even be more popular in the future; I have to get used to it now," Jayson muttered under his breath, lost in his own thoughts. Little did he know that if he had taken the time to scroll through the comment section, he would have discovered the impending consequences of his newfound popularity. Unbeknownst to him, several female netizens were swooning over his handsome appearance, with some even going so far as to declare their love for him. Meanwhile, the more audacious individuals were fervently defending him, unintentionally fueling the animosity directed towards Jayson. As a result, he was unwittingly becoming the target of countless men in Jade City, destined to be their sworn enemy. Filling his tank, Jayson got into his car and drove to the Money-Doubling company. Jayson parked his car and made his way towards the Money-Doubling company. As he approached, he overheard a group of college boys pointing at him and whispering among them
Jayson's long legs and athletic physique were not just for show, a fact the group of thugs soon came to realize. "This guy runs pretty fast," one of the thugs grumbled resentfully. Despite relentlessly pursuing Jayson for the past ten minutes, they couldn't bridge the ever-widening ten-meter gap. Exhausted and gasping for breath, they finally gave up the chase. While proficient in fighting, these thugs were not accustomed to prolonged pursuits. Usually, their opponents would stand their ground, making this the first time they encountered such an audacious adversary who fled before a single blow was exchanged. Furthermore, they had little reason to fear the authorities in Jade City. The police force was notorious for its corruption, only motivated by monetary gain. As long as they avoided murder and no one paid to report their assaults, they were free to roam and wreak havoc without consequence. "I think that bastard has a car," one of them suddenly recalled the vehicle Jayson had a