John's eyelids twitched as he clearly saw the ten-centimeter thick solid wood desk being punched through by this man's fist!This display of sheer power made John gulp, wondering what would happen if such a fist hit him. Thinking this, John became anxious: "Who are you? I believe I've never provoked you in my life!"Ricard held up two fingers in front of John: "Who I am doesn't matter. Now, I'm giving you two choices. First, stop all your disgusting schemes against Demneri Corporation. Second, I kill you now. Choose!"Originally full of terror from Ricard's display of strength, after hearing him speak, the fear in John's heart instantly vanished, thinking he was just someone from Demneri Corporation.John straightened his disheveled shirt collar, got up from the floor, took a tissue to wipe the blood from his forehead, and said to Ricard: "What if I say no? You want to kill me, then go ahead, let's see if the money Demneri Corporation paid you is worth your life, do you think you can

"Oh, a family man, huh? You two are about to die, so don’t sweat the small stuff," the man in the suit said leisurely, not in a hurry to act. It was his habit to enjoy his target’s reaction before killing them, although he had never seen this particular reaction before."I told you to put out the cigarette!" Ricard emphasized again, stepping towards the man in the suit."What if I say no?" The suited man laughed and took another deep drag.Nicklas sat on a genuine leather sofa in the office, drinking premium black tea brewed by Secretary Croes. This type of tea could reduce belly fat and was extremely popular among women.At the same time, Nicklas's personal documents had been prepared by Serena and placed in front of Jeannie.Nicklas, twenty-three years old, had won the provincial women's close combat championship at eighteen. After serving in the army, she joined the female special forces unit, completing seventeen missions in five years. She had twice received first-class individua

To maintain an authentic French style, all the waiters in this French restaurant were French. Customers and waiters communicated in English, and the menu had both English and French descriptions.Andrie leaned back in his chair, took the menu from the waiter, and gave Ricard a disdainful look before starting to order in a mix of English and French.French is a language few people know, as it’s not as widespread as English. Andrie’s mix of English and French might have seemed sophisticated to those who didn’t understand it, but to Ricard, it was clearly laughable.It was like a foreigner coming to Mozzafiato for the first time, not understanding a word of the local language, and using both hands and feet to try to communicate, occasionally saying something in broken local dialect, but still thinking they were being very clear and confident.The waiter was clearly used to customers like Andrie, smiling and managing to figure out what he wanted from his broken French.During the ordering

"Little Ricard, it won’t help," the director shook her head."Director, how do you know if we don’t try?" Ricard smiled confidently at her.As Ricard walked towards the gate, he heard a heated argument."Miss Lisbeth, you might be crazy, but we’re not. Why would we pass up a pile of money? Whether those orphans live or die is none of our concern. Blame their lowly status! Maybe living near a chemical plant will create a bunch of mutants like in the movies, ha ha ha!" A man’s mocking voice rang out.Lisbeth, shaking with anger, retorted, "You people are heartless! Two years ago, this land was approved for development, but everyone left this place untouched except you! You’ll get your comeuppance for this!""Ha ha ha, I’d rather make money and go to hell. Miss Lisbeth, if you don’t want to make money, don’t stop us. In a few days, the government order will come, and this place will be demolished.""I don’t know about demolition in a few days, but I know if you don’t leave in ten seconds

Milan’s eyes were full of curiosity as she looked at Ricard.Jeannie, with her greasy little hands, pulled Ricard’s arm, trying to signal him with her eyes at an angle Milan couldn’t see. “Ricard, just ignore her.”"I say, my dear chairman, are you tricking me?" Milan put on a face that said she wasn’t easy to deceive."Of course not!" Jeannie looked slightly anxious. "We... we are...""We met at the master Firge’s exhibition," Ricard said, picking up an oyster and placing the complete piece of oyster meat on the plate in front of Jeannie. He continued, "At that time, Master Firge held an exhibition in Nugaru city. Jeannie and I were both fascinated by his painting 'Morning Breakfast,' and we had different interpretations of it. I remember Jeannie said she was drawn to the serene feeling in the painting, the gentle strokes that brought her peace, while I admired the emotions expressed in the eyes of the two characters. That’s how we got to know each other. Of course, the piece 'Green