The sales representative eagerly escorted Jayson through the various outlets, but to her dismay, he showed no interest in any of the clothing she presented to him, no matter how persuasively she presented them. "Sir, this exquisite piece was designed by a renowned Italian designer and would complement your style," she offered, only to receive yet another shake of the head from Jayson. "Perhaps this summer trend will catch your eye? It is quite expensive but worth the investment," she suggested, but again, Jayson wasn't swayed. After an hour of fruitless persuasion, the sales rep was becoming increasingly frustrated. Her hopes of earning a bonus from this sale were quickly fading. "Sir, may I ask what you're looking for?" she inquired, her expression darkening. Despite her professional demeanour, she couldn't help but curse Jayson's third-generation under her breath. "How do you expect someone like me, a millionaire, to wear such shabby outfits? Please show me something better," Ja
Jayson was deep in thought in his hotel room, his mind focused on where to invest his money. He had set aside the issue with the Wilson family for the time being. Suddenly, a news story about a factory sale caught his attention. He quickly pulled out his phone and began to research the company. As he delved deeper into his memories, Jayson's eyes began to glow with excitement. He remembered that the factory had once produced a popular juice that had become a household item. The owner had sold the factory and, within a year, the juice product had taken off, propelling the factory to become a multi-national company. With this information in mind, Jayson closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, before his eyes lit up with inspiration. He had found the perfect investment opportunity. Jayson exclaimed with joy, "I am rich! I am rich!" and rolled around on the bed with a wide grin. Jao looked at him in disbelief. After a moment, Jayson stood up and called someone on his phone, his hand
Jayson strode into the private room and immediately noticed a nervous man waiting for him. The man seemed taken aback by Jayson's unexpected arrival, given that his factory had been struggling with losses and had been targeted by a government official."Mr. Wells, you're here!" the man exclaimed, clearly surprised."As I mentioned earlier, Mr. White, I am interested in purchasing your factory," Jayson replied calmly. "Please have a seat."Mr. White was taken aback by Jayson's knowledge of his name, but he relaxed his eyebrows and took a closer look at Jao, whom he had not noticed before."Is this your lawyer, Mr. Wells?" Mr. White asked suspiciously, noting that Jao did not appear to be a learned individual."No, he is not," Jayson replied. "But let's get down to business. How much are you willing to sell your factory for?"Mr. White hesitated before finally revealing, "The price is 10 million dollars."Without any hesitation, Jayson responded, "Alright, I will proceed with the transa
The Wilson family members were met with curious gazes, which made them feel embarrassed and then quickly enraged. Daniel's glare towards Jayson was filled with intense hatred, if looks could kill, Jayson would have died one hundred times. Jayson's regrettable tone broke the silence, "If you are not here to kneel, then I will return to my room; I am not free." He turned around, ready to leave. Elena couldn't bear to see him go and called out to him anxiously, "Wait!" Jayson turned around, pretending to be accommodating and replied, "Since you want me to wait, I will." Elena glanced at her family, who all wore expressions of reluctance. Even Mrs. Wilson, who had initially charged them on, appeared unwilling. With determination, Elena gritted her teeth and fell on her knees, causing gasps to fill the air. Mrs. Wilson's face turned ashen, and Lucy was too overcome to follow suit. "Get down on your knees," Mrs. Wilson ordered, clenching her jaws. Daniel glared at Jayson as he stood up
Upon hearing Jayson's words, the Wilson family was overwhelmed with joy, their eyes turning red with emotion. They eagerly anticipated the recovery of all that the young thief had taken from them.Mrs. Wilson beamed at Jayson and said, "We trust you, Jayson. You wouldn't deceive us."Jayson nodded in agreement and watched as the Wilson family walked away.Jayson returned to his hotel room lost in thought. He was determined to make a big impact after his second coming, but he felt like his progress was too slow. He decided that his first step should be to get the general manager who had made the juice factory successful in his former life on board with his plans. With his bodyguard Jao, Jayson hailed a taxi and headed to the company gate. As they stepped inside the building, they unexpectedly ran into one of Elena's friends. Jayson couldn't help but roll his eyes; he didn't care for any of Elena's friends, whom he viewed as narrow-minded witches. Trying to avoid her, he looked away,
Jayson stood before the gateman who stared intently at his face. The longer the gateman looked, the more he felt a sense of familiarity towards Jayson. Suddenly, his face twitched, and he exclaimed in shock, "Jayson!" Jayson grinned and chuckled, "Hehe!" before affirming, "Flesh and blood." The gateman's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. He couldn't believe he had stooped so low as to bow to Jayson, who was widely regarded as the trash of the Wilson family. The taste in his mouth was akin to having consumed something thoroughly distasteful. Jayson savored the gateman's amusing facial expressions for a moment before pivoting on his heel and strutting towards the imposing Wilson estate. As Jayson entered the Wilson family mansion, the butler, Kelvin, hurriedly approached him with an excited expression and quick footsteps. "Welcome, young master!" he exclaimed. Jayson was taken aback, realizing that Kelvin didn't recognize him. He ordered the butler in a cold tone,
Elena's face contorted with a mix of shock and rage as she saw Jayson lying on her bed and hurling insults at her. She wondered if he had consumed a dragon's heart, as his behaviour was so out of character. With each passing moment, her anger intensified, and she found herself quivering with fury. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of Jayson's phone ringing. He reached out to grab the Android device, feeling a twinge of disappointment that he had to replace his trusty old phone. Answering the call, he heard Mr. Son's voice on the other end. "Hello, Mr. Jayson, I've considered your proposal. If it's alright with you, could we meet tonight?" After a moment's thought, Jayson concluded that he had nothing better to do, and Elena had already disrupted his sleep. "Sure, just send me the address, and I'll meet you there," he replied before ending the call. Jayson attempted to leave the room, but Elena intercepted him by blocking the door with her body. Her eyes were bloodsho
Jayson was in disbelief as he listened to the leader of the adulterous hyenas instructing him to kneel. It felt like a dream to him and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. However, he didn't falter and stood tall, straightening his posture like an emperor's sword. Mrs. Wilson was filled with fury and shook with anger, as she watched the scene unfold. She had expected Jayson to immediately fall to his knees and plead for mercy when she gave the order, but to her surprise, he remained standing. "Are you deaf? Trash! I ordered you to kneel, and you are still standing?" Mrs. Wilson grumbled in annoyance, Jayson remaining standing without saying a word. The servants in the main hall erupted in anger, shouting "Audacious!" and "Preposterous!" as they glared at Jayson. They had anticipated that he would immediately drop to his knees, but to their surprise, he remained standing. Their disbelief was palpable. The thrash of a son-in-law wants to rebel; their eyes reddened in fury. How c