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
Elena Wilson, once known as the fairy of Jade City, found herself overshadowed ever since Queen York returned from her studies abroad. As the heiress to the York family, the second wealthiest in Jade City, Queen York's presence captivated the bachelors of the aristocracy, leaving Elena in the shadows. Amidst the buzz surrounding Queen York, Jayson remained indifferent. He had no interest in the source of the commotion, for his focus lay solely on his high-stakes gamble worth a staggering $100 million. As the match was about to commence, Jayson's heart raced with anticipation. The fighter he had placed his bet on appeared undernourished and hungry compared to his adversary—a muscular and imposing figure. "Nervously, Jayson muttered, 'I hope this guy wins.'" As the bell rang, Well-Weather was suddenly struck with a powerful punch that landed directly on his face. The impact was so intense that Jayson's heart skipped a beat. His face turned ashen, and a gentle yet crisp voice spoke bes
If it weren't for the presence of other wealthy family scions, Hay Wilson would have instructed his bodyguards to roughen Jayson up. He harboured a strong dislike for Jayson and found conversing with him particularly distasteful. "If you can't afford it, just admit it. Instead of being poor and proud, I'll consider a deal only if you come up with $500,000," Jayson retorted impatiently, his face displaying his frustration. Hay Wilson's anger surged to the point where he trembled with rage. He responded icily, "You won't receive anything from me. After taking advantage of my cousin, you have the audacity to demand money from me? Do you believe the Wilson family is your personal meal ticket?" "Fine, if you're broke, then get lost. I can't stand conversing with people like you," Jayson coldly declared, having reached his limit with Hay Wilson. Enraged by Jayson's tone, Hay Wilson extended his arm, intending to grab Jayson. However, Jayson reacted swiftly, intercepting Hay Wilson's arm
Jayson's words barely stopped them from rolling on the ground in laughter, but when Jao stepped forward, resembling a skeleton wrapped in skin, it was the final straw. Some of the thugs found it so amusing that they ended up sprawled on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. "If you were aiming to impress, you should have hired someone more capable than a beggar who could be blown away by a gust of wind," the thug leader sneered, only to be interrupted mid-sentence as Jao sent one of his comrades flying with a single kick. Their eyes widened in astonishment as they fixated on Jao's minuscule legs. It was a miraculous defiance of common sense how he managed to launch someone into the air with such force using those tiny limbs. Without hesitation, Jao seized one of the thugs, wrenching his arm with a sickening crack. A piercing cry of horror filled the air, echoing the bone-breaking sound. The remaining thugs were petrified by Jao's ferocity, their fear overwhelming their senses. "Run!