Rocky looked at Fred who was already walking with a lot of files. There were a lot of things that Fred investigated as soon as he got up from the hospital bed because from that very moment he realized that there were a lot of people who had tried to bring him down. "The site that spread the video of you asking your aunt for money came from a strange site. I tried to track it down but couldn't find any accurate data from the site that spread it. It seems like it's an illegal site managed by the system so no one uses it and anyone who wants to spread something from there just needs to submit the material." Fred said making Rocky look at what the man was showing. Rocky looked at what was in front of him, some data about the websites that had spread the video. Many had also checked him out in the comment section because of a rumor that he didn't have the wealth that was rumored, which made him smile slightly. "This account is connected to one of the small industries, it seems to ha

Rocky turned slowly, his gaze falling upon Gerry, who was clad in an expensive suit—a luxury bought with the spoils of the company he had stolen years ago. Beside him stood Madeline, looking stunning in a designer gown, though in Rocky’s eyes, she was nothing more than a displaced ornament. "Gerry Foorgan," Rocky said flatly. His voice no longer trembled as it had during his bankruptcy. "The world is small indeed, but I didn’t expect you to have the nerve to greet the man you betrayed." Gerry let out a scoffing laugh, while Madeline watched Rocky with a look of disgust mingled with pity. "Rocky, look at yourself. You show up at the ROC building dressed like that? Are you applying for a janitor position?" Madeline mocked. "Leave before security drags you out. This is an event for the elite, not a place for beggars to indulge in nostalgia." Rocky adjusted his jacket, giving Gerry and Madeline one last look before heading inside. "Gerry, thank you for coming to my company. I’ll make s

The press conference had just ended in an absolute uproar. Rocky descended from the stage under heavy guard, leaving behind a hall filled with a swarm of journalists hungry for more information. However, his stride was halted in the VIP corridor leading to his office when two very familiar figures intercepted him. "Rocky! Wait!" It was Madeline’s voice. She was jogging toward him, breathless, while Gerry followed behind with a face flushed deep crimson—a volatile mix of rage, shame, and denial. Rocky stopped, but he didn't fully turn around. "You have thirty seconds before security drags you out of my building." Madeline immediately stood before him, desperately trying to put on her sweetest, most regretful face. "Rocky, please, listen to me. About what happened in the lobby... I was just confused. I was pressured by Gerry! He’s the one who forced me to distance myself from you when you went bankrupt." Gerry’s eyes widened in shock. "What? Madeline! What are you saying?" Ignorin