He was just a driver, but he was used to bullying others because of his employer’s power. However, Dixon’s earlier glare sent shivers down his spine. “Damn it! That bastard!” The driver gritted his teeth and parked his car directly in front of Dixon’s, blocking his way. If Dixon dared to hit this car, worth over $10 million, it would bankrupt him! After all, Dixon couldn’t afford to offend the owner of this car—or so the driver thought. After parking the car, the driver shot a glare at Dixon’s BMW, sneered to himself, and quickly headed toward the hotel. He rushed to the entrance, only to see Dixon was already there. The sight left him stunned. He drives that cheap BMW, and yet he’s eligible to attend this event too? “You’re so slow,” Roker remarked, chatting with someone near the entrance as he gave his driver a disappointed look. “Where’s my invitation card?” The driver handed the invitation to him, smiling sheepishly. “Apologies, Young Master Roker, something came up

“You brought this on yourself,” Dixon replied. He didn’t want to be bothered anymore and started walking inside. Khaled didn’t dare stop him, so he began shouting, “Security! Security!” A group of burly men from the underground circle approached. They were tasked with maintaining order and had been keeping a close watch on the venue, wary of any troublemakers. “What’s going on?” one of them asked, his expression stern. Their boss had warned them that the King of Reddof was organizing this event, and if anything went wrong, he’d break their legs himself! “There’s a troublemaker!” Khaled shouted angrily, clutching his cheek. “He doesn’t have an invitation, but he insists on coming in! Throw him out and beat him to death!” “Someone forced their way in?” Their faces darkened with fury. Someone actually dared to stir up trouble here? Did they have no idea who was hosting this event? This was the King of Reddof’s event! “Take us in to find him!” one of the security men said, his

“No need,” Roker Hamu shook his head. “He’s just a tiny ant, not worth my attention.” “Yes, Boss.” His driver dared not argue further. He found an inconspicuous corner to sit in but kept his eyes on Dixon, silently plotting his revenge. “Where is Dixon?” Diana scanned the room and suddenly noticed him leaning against the buffet table, sampling various snacks and desserts. Diana was about to approach when someone offered her a glass of red wine. “CEO Hamilton, you look absolutely stunning tonight,” said Roker Hamu, dressed in an elegant suit. His handsome face had drawn the attention of many women since he entered. He appeared refined and brimming with charm. “May I propose a toast to you?” Many women looked on with envy. Who would refuse such an extraordinary man? “Excuse me,” Diana smiled politely, walking toward Dixon without taking the glass of wine. The music in the hall abruptly stopped. Roker Hamu could barely believe it. He had been rejected? He had taken th

"Young Master Roker, would you like to dance with me?" As Roker walked toward Diana, several women tried to invite him to dance. However, he politely declined them all. He didn’t need to prove how popular he was. Even women of higher standing than Diana rarely turned him down, so Roker felt confident he wouldn’t lose this bet. "Just a mere driver daring to act high and mighty in front of me?" Roker thought mockingly. "I’ll show him the difference in our status!" When people saw Roker approaching Diana, they courteously made way. Everyone knew their chances against Roker were close to zero. "Diana?" Roker called out in a friendly tone. His face was full of smiles. His handsome and elegant demeanor drew the attention of many. "Mr. Roker," Diana replied, nodding politely. She was somewhat surprised to hear him address her by name. "Would you like to dance with me?" Roker asked, extending his hand. Roker appeared to be the perfect gentleman. His elegant demeanor made many guest

But everyone also realized that Roker had lost the bet to Dixon, and the plate of cake was what they had wagered. They would have been more than happy to watch the spectacle if it had been someone else, but this was Young Master Roker! He was the future heir of the Hamu family! Roker struggled to break free, but it was clear he was no match for Dixon and couldn’t escape his grip at all. Roker opened his mouth to say something, but all he got was another piece of cake. "Let go of my Young Master!" Roker’s driver immediately rushed forward, roaring as he swung his fist toward Dixon’s head. The driver clenched his fist tightly and used all his strength to punch Dixon. But Dixon simply lifted one leg and kicked the driver in the chest without even turning around. The driver was sent flying like a missile, crashing into several tables before landing on the floor, howling in pain. Dixon didn’t even glance at him and continued doing what he had been doing—making sure Roker Hamu ate e