How could the head distributor of a major international brand lose to a woman from the Reddof? Dek felt utterly humiliated! He was still thinking of a way to salvage the situation when his phone suddenly rang. Dek’s expression changed slightly when he saw who was calling, and he immediately answered. "Hello, CEO!" Dek was a little nervous. News of what had happened must have already reached headquarters. This was a matter of brand reputation, so it wasn’t a small issue. "Well, I've already heard everything that happened in Voroz. You've done a great job," said the CEO. Dek was stunned. Was his CEO actually praising him? "Starting today, you’ll be taking an extended break—until you find a new job." The next sentence pushed Dek straight into a deep abyss. "CEO! CEO!" Before he could say anything else, the other side had already hung up. Had this situation already caused such a huge impact? Dek hadn’t expected to lose this badly! Dek had only lost once, so he felt there

"I don't care if you're the son of an exiled powerful family or the son of a wealthy man. Even if you're homeless, I, Beatrice Mopp, will still marry you. This is something that will never change." Just as Beatrice was thinking this, her phone began to ring. When she saw who was calling, she frowned and showed an impatient expression. She didn’t want to answer, but the phone kept ringing persistently. "Stop calling me! I won't agree to a marriage of convenience, so stop trying," Beatrice said directly as she picked up the call. "Either I cut ties with the Mopp family, or you stay out of my life. I've said this many times before. I will not marry anyone except him." Beatrice was truly angry now. As someone from a wealthy and powerful family, there were times when she had no say over her own life. As a woman, if she hadn’t built her own business empire, she would have shared the same fate as many other women from similar backgrounds: used in arranged marriages to secure the fa

In Voroz City, Diana rose to fame after a major business battle and became known as the Corporate Goddess of Reddof. This event significantly boosted the sales of Hamilton Group’s new products. Their market share growth could only be described as explosive, and it was certainly surprising. Hamilton Group had now established a firm foothold in Voroz City. As long as they maintained this momentum and continued to work hard in this internationally renowned city, they could use it as a springboard to expand beyond the country. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to become a multinational company after that. Now that everything was settled, Diana let out a sigh of relief. She had fought this battle for over a month without getting any proper rest. Dixon took her to a soothing hot spring, then they enjoyed a delicious meal, and afterward, he held her in his arms as they fell asleep. The next day, Diana felt refreshed and full of energy again. “It’s time to go home.” Diana didn’t want to

Hansen stared at Dixon as if he were looking at a thief. His gaze was hostile, filled with anger and cruelty. However, Dixon remained calm and even smiled. "Where should I put these?" Dixon pointed at all the knee pads and cushions scattered on the floor, asking with a smile. "Put them over there," Hansen replied, pointing randomly. Dixon said nothing. He nodded and patiently cleaned everything up, placing the items as instructed. Hansen kept glaring at the back of Dixon's head, mocking him silently. "He really knows how to pretend." He watched Dixon tidy up all the scattered items like he wasn’t a guest at all—like Hansen could order him around as he pleased. "All done." Dixon worked quickly and neatly. He stayed composed, showing no signs of irritation. He knew full well that Hansen had thrown everything around on purpose. "Move this wooden pole to that side for me," Hansen ordered. Dixon didn’t refuse. He extended one hand and moved the wooden pole to the other side

Agnes watched them leave. When she returned, Hansen was still sitting there, but his tea was already finished. She picked up the teapot. "I’ll pour you some more." As Agnes took two steps, Hansen called out, "I won’t oppose your singing career anymore." Agnes's shoulders trembled. "Dixon told me you’ve suffered a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?" "Wouldn’t you have gotten even angrier if I had?" Agnes replied. "That’s nonsense!" Hansen stood up. "You’re my daughter! If you’re hurting, I’ll feel worse than anyone!" "Next time... if anything happens, you must tell me! I’m not dead yet! I’ll see who dares to bully you!" he continued. Agnes couldn’t hold it in any longer—her shoulders shook harder. She turned to look at Hansen, and tears welled up in her red eyes. "Alright, I will." "I’m off for the next two days, so I’ll stay here," she added. Agnes then went to make some tea. Meanwhile, Dixon took Diana to the hotel to pick up Jenna, and then they headed to Voroz Interna