Norman had contacted a man who was one of the house sellers in the area he wanted. With a bright face and a confident expression, he met Ben in a small office devoted to marketing the elite housing estate. Now, all three of them sat quietly on chairs.Norman smiled broadly, "We've already talked about this. I'll buy a unit for five million dollars like you said last time. And I'm sure you won't forget to keep one for me."Marco listened to Norman's words, which sounded so confident. The man looked so happy and occasionally glanced at Marco mockingly. Five million dollars was an extraordinary sum. And Norman was sure that the now silent Marco must be guessing how high the pile of dollars would be if carried in cash.But Norman's guess was wrong. Because now, Marco folded his legs and said to himself, "Isn't five million dollars the cheapest house?" The tone was very casual, but it ignited the anger in Norman's short-tempered chest.Norman glared, "How arrogant! You can't even afford a
Norman really couldn't accept this. He stood up from his chair and looked at Marco fiercely, "I can't do this! So many irregularities are happening, and you must have deceived me!"Norman rubbed his face roughly, "No matter how often I think about it, it doesn't make sense. You're just a casual worker, and Stefani has also kicked you out. That means you must have very little money." He snorted harshly, feeling a headache as this was beyond her expectations. Marco couldn't own the most luxurious unit, as the price was fantastic. Even Normah is convinced Marco can't afford even the cheapest house.Marco folded his hands and leaned back on the chair, "You met the seller of the house you promised yesterday. Doesn't he have a high position?"Norman gave Marco an annoyed glance. He wouldn't stare at the man because it would only make him angrier. Then, he heard Marco, who, as it turned out, was challenging him, "If you don't believe me, why don't you call the higher-ups? Don't you think he'
Norman had no self-respect left. As soon as he finished, he walked out of the office door without a word. His steps were so fast that he seemed to be in a hurry. He didn't even care if he accidentally bumped into a man passing by on the side of the road. Without apologizing, he looked for his car and got in by slamming the door. Shame had made her lose his self-esteem until there was nothing left on her face now.His face was hardened, jaws clenched tightly together, and eyebrows knitted together. Norman quickly pulled the brake lever before stepping on the gas pedal. Norman didn't care anymore. He was driving at high speed. The image of how he had to lick Marco's shoes was still vivid in his mind. He could not forgive this. With clenched fists, Norman hit the steering wheel and honked repeatedly to release his anger, "Arrgh! It's all because of Marco!"Norman's hand immediately reached for the cell phone that had been in his pants pocket. With a stiff, unfriendly face, he dialed one
Marco had been staying in this five-star hotel all day. He had some business to attend to. Even so, Marco did not just choose a place to rest. The VVIP room with the presidential suite, which only had a limit of three rooms, was where Marco stayed. The room has an area of nearly one hundred square meters, and the luxurious gold room is at the top of the Grand View Hotel.Marco could see the best view from the balcony, the buildings looked small and the highway seemed to shrink. It was like living in a miniature of the city. And he quite liked the sensation.And this morning, Marco was relaxing in the pool. With a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a chair to relax on, Marco closed his eyes while enjoying the refreshing morning air. The sound of people swimming was not too noisy, as they also came from the class of people who knew the manner.At first, nothing seemed to bother him at all. Until a wet towel was thrown at her face unceremoniously. "Get up, why are you here?" Her
"Are you okay, dear?" the woman squealed frantically. She immediately crouched down, checking on Levin, still sitting on the floor soaked in juice. The woman's shrill voice attracted the guests' attention, causing a commotion. People began to wonder what was happening and walked over, peeking to see if anything bad was happening there.One of the guests who had just arrived immediately approached and peeked out from behind the back of a man who was taller than him. The bikini-clad woman in yellow lace asked, "What's going on? Why is there a commotion?"The man she asked immediately turned his head and pointed at Levin, who was on the floor. The man replied, "he got juice on his face. But I don't know what happened either. I had just finished swimming when the woman over there screamed."People gathered around and wondered what was going on. The woman who came with Levin was named Michaela. She was the older man's girlfriend. At this moment, she was feeling furious towards Marco. So, s
No! Levin couldn't accept this! He immediately puffed out his chest and walked over to the pool guard on Marco's side. As he approached, he realised his height was nothing compared to the guard. So, he blinked once and stepped back without lowering his chest. In his big voice, Levin said, "How could this loser be considered a more honourable customer than me, huh? That guy, the one I used to work with. There's no way he could change that quickly!"It had only been two months since Marco had left the project, and even then, Marco had left empty-handed without a single penny of salary. If he could now stay at this hotel and be the guest of honour, it would sound like a boast to Levin. No one could become filthy rich in just two months. Especially for someone like Marco, for whom he sucked at work. He was the boss and would be like that forever. The money was more, and people saw his quality over Marco's.Levin then looked at Marco and assessed him from top to bottom twice. "You know, mo
The pool attendant turned to the manager and said, "Manager, these two people have made a scene and chased Mr. Marco all the way here. I explained that Mr. Marco is from the Presidential Suite, but they didn't understand."The manager immediately turned to Marco with a pained face. The man seemed at a loss for words and froze for a moment. His face seemed to be struggling for expression. However, before the manager could speak, Levin had already interjected, "Didn't you see? How is that employee talking nonsense?"Levin glared, then girded his loins and gave Marco a cynical look. "You think about it, how could someone who once worked under me suddenly be in the presidential suite, which is clearly more luxurious and classy than my room? He must be bragging and trying to cheat!"Michaela nodded in agreement. The woman moved closer to Levin and said, "He must have planned something here. They'll steal guests' belongings and sell them outside. You'll be disadvantaged, and this hotel's na
Marco stretched his body, which felt a little stiff. He walked out of the hotel to enjoy his time to relax. While he was still in his room, Marco saw from the balcony that there were so many flickering lights shining down there. He was curious as to what that place could be.So, after asking the receptionist about the place, Marco discovered it was a tourist spot. There were so many vendors selling food and clothes lining the roadside. So, Marco, interested in walking around, quickly changed his clothes and wore more casual clothes.With a dark green shirt with leaf motifs and knee-length shorts, Marco strolled through the tourism area. People were busy with their own business. They seemed to be enthusiastically offering their wares to anyone who seemed to be passing by on the street.In fact, a woman in casual clothes approached Marco and immediately handed him a leaflet. "Good evening, sir! If you're interested, we're organizing a musical drama performance back here. You can come an