Zair stood up calmly. "No one sees you as a garbage can. This opportunity was personally secured by Dad from Grandpa.""Tell him I don't care.""Whether you care is your business.""Then don't mention it in front of me.""I've mentioned it, so what?"The two, nearly equal in height, faced each other across a coffee table, tension palpable.With the big boss present, Leona dared not challenge his authority. If the two really fought, he might get caught in the crossfire.So, Leona discreetly glanced at Ryo, who had been quietly sipping juice, showing no intention of intervening."This place doesn't welcome you.""So what?" Zair provocatively smirked, looking at his half-brother.So what?Norman answered with a punch.Caught off guard, Zair dodged but got hit, enraged.If Norman struck first, Zair wouldn't hold back. He had disliked his brother for a long time, swinging back immediately.The two young masters fought fiercely, neither yielding.Norman, recovering from leg injuries, defend

After Cratsy finished shouting, Norman was completely taken aback. What? This kid was her brother?The "brother-in-law," who was finally recognized, looked even more displeased, a mocking smile appearing on his face. "Sister, look at this man. He can't even recognize your family. How can you stay with him?""Phaimary, stop talking. Go upstairs first.""If you go, I'm going with you." He didn't want to leave her alone with this man who might bully her.Norman stood silently, not saying a word."Maybe you should leave first," Cratsy said, patting his hand, which was still tightly holding hers.He glanced at Phaimary, then looked back at her.Cratsy felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, especially with Phaimary standing next to them."Alright, I'm going upstairs now."He didn't respond, nor did he stop her. He just silently watched her and Phaimary walk side by side into the building.Before entering the building, Cratsy stole a quick glance back. He was still standing there.That night, she

It was hard to believe that in this day and age, a man in his thirties could still be a virgin. If true, he was either unattractive or gay.But Norman was undeniably handsome, charming, and came from a prestigious background. How could he not attract anyone? Gay? That seemed impossible.While it's said that exceptional men are either married or gay, Norman couldn't possibly be gay.She refused to believe it because she had experienced his passion firsthand.But what did Julie mean by saying it wasn't easy to "straighten him out"?Something didn't add up."What are you thinking?"Norman, stepping out of the bathroom with water dripping from his hair, saw her deep in thought and asked, puzzled."Wondering if you're gay..." She blurted out, only realizing halfway through how inappropriate it was. She covered her mouth, looking at his darkened expression, his chest heaving with anger, fists clenched at his sides."What did you say? Repeat that," he asked in a low voice, a mix of threat an

In the magnificent and splendid palace, Ricard sat on the throne, his hands caressing the golden ring on his middle finger. Thoughts piled up in his mind, making it impossible for him to sit still. Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, turning to stare at his loyal guard, Liam."Liam," Ricard said, his voice calm but full of determination, "I want you to temporarily take over my duties in the kingdom."Liam's eyes widened in disbelief. "Your Majesty, this... cannot be! You are the king; how can you entrust such a responsibility to me?""I need a break, Liam. I am weary of sitting on this throne. Just help me this once."Liam shook his head, unable to accept the situation. "Your Majesty, I cannot do this. I lack the capability and the authority to replace you."Ricard remained silent, understanding Liam's concern but firm in his decision. "Liam, I am ordering you. You must obey. While I am away, you will impersonate me. A king's command is unquestionable."Liam looked at Ricard, his eyes fil

But as he approached, the stall owner shouted, "Get out! Don't dirty my place of business!" The middle-aged woman, her face scowling, did not hesitate to drive him away. Ricard said nothing, just quietly turned to find another spot.He moved to another stall, this one selling food. The stall owner, a plump man, saw him and yelled, "Beggar, get out of here now! Who do you think you are, daring to come near my place?" Ricard did not retaliate, just silently moved on.Thus, time and again, Ricard was driven away by one person after another. The curses, the disdainful looks were like invisible daggers piercing his heart. Finally, he returned to his spot in the market corner, a cryptic smile on his face. He sat down, letting the pouring rain drench him. In that moment, Ricard seemed to enjoy the rain. The cold droplets soaked into every fiber of his being.Suddenly, from afar, a luxurious car sped towards, its tires splashing through the puddles. The car door opened, and elegant high heels