There was a moment of silence on the phone. Then, Dylan's furious voice exploded in Michael's ear. "Refund? Go to hell! Michael, you son of a bitch, you almost got me killed!" Dylan roared. "I'm lucky I didn't make the biggest mistake of my life! If I had gone down, I'd make sure I drag you with me, damn it!" The line went dead after his outburst. Michael's face turned dark as he muttered angrily, "Dylan, you may rule South City, but the Rhodes family isn't afraid of you. How dare you insult me and keep my money? You'll have to answer for this!" Not understanding Dylan's sudden rage but furious about both the failed job and the lost money, Michael immediately tried calling back to demand an explanation. However, he discovered he had been blocked. Michael stared at his phone in disbelief before hurling it against the wall with a roar. Between the 15 million dollars that Andrew had cost him and the three million dollars he had just lost to Dylan, he could have spent years livin

The so-called "elite sports" these wealthy heirs and heiresses enjoyed were not anything too exotic—just some expensive hobbies like golf, fencing, and indoor climbing. After half an hour, Andrew was already bored and ready to leave. Meanwhile, Dexter, wearing gloves, sparred in a flashy taekwondo match with Harvey. Christina and Dexter's date sat below, snacking and clapping excitedly. Francesca was equally captivated. While she was not exactly smitten with Harvey, she could not deny his allure as a wealthy young man from a prominent family. In contrast, Andrew sat off to the side, looking more like a bystander than a participant. Francesca assumed he probably did not even know what taekwondo was and would just swing wildly if he tried. Worried that he would try to slip away, she reminded him, "Lauren just stepped out to handle something, but she'll be back soon. Even if you're bored, you need to wait for her. Don't you dare leave!" Up on the mat, Harvey and Dexter finishe

Harvey jumped onto the mat with a dark expression and growled, "Dexter was clearly going easy on you, and you took advantage of his courtesy to hurt him! Andrew, your behavior disgusts me. You've violated the spirit of taekwondo, so I need to teach you a lesson!" Dexter's poor performance surprised Harvey, but that did not matter. He had been waiting for a chance to put this loser in his place. Francesca pleaded anxiously, "You're an eight-degree black belt. Andrew doesn't stand a chance against you! Please don't do this!" Christina added her concern, "Harvey, go check on Dexter instead. Don't hurt anyone!" Harvey smirked at Andrew. "I didn't want to fight you since it would seem like bullying, but you seriously injured Dexter after agreeing to keep it light. Even if Christie and Lauren get angry, I have to teach you about martial arts honor!" Andrew frowned. "I gave him a chance and asked if we were having a friendly match. Yet, he fought dirty and insulted me, so why should

The club's racetrack was packed with thousands of spectators watching the races. Horse racing has always been a favorite pastime of the wealthy, both locally and internationally, with betting being the most talked-about aspect of the sport. Lauren walked arm-in-arm with Andrew to the premium viewing deck, with Francesca close behind. This exclusive area was reserved for lifetime club members, and everyone seated there was either wealthy or influential. In the center of the deck, Jayrodale's mayor, Mark Thatcher, sat surrounded by his staff, intently watching the races below. It was common knowledge that while the mayor had many interests, horse racing was his true passion. "Mr. Thatcher, what a pleasure to see you here!" Lauren stepped forward to greet him. Mark adjusted his glasses and smiled. "Ah, Lauren! How's Mr. Rhodes Senior doing these days?" "Thank you for asking, Mr. Thatcher. Grandpa's doing quite well!" Mark nodded, but his expression changed to surprise whe

Lauren clapped her hands excitedly. "Dr. Lloyd, you're amazing! Number Seven actually won!" Her joyful laughter caused Harvey, Bernard, and their group's faces to darken. However, Mark maintained his composure and smiled. "Don't be discouraged, everyone. Such is the thrill of horse racing—you never know who the dark horse will be until the very end!" The mayor's words prompted immediate agreement from the crowd. "Well said, Mr. Thatcher!" "Absolutely, Mr. Thatcher! Anyone could be the dark horse!" "Your insights are truly remarkable!" "Let's get ready for the next round. The game isn't over yet! Stick with Mr. Thatcher, and we'll be in the winner's circle!" For the next race, Mark confidently selected Number Five. Lauren turned to Andrew and asked, "Dr. Lloyd, which horse should we choose?" "Let's go with Number One," Andrew replied casually. Bernard could not resist a sarcastic comment. "Andrew, are you deliberately going against Mr. Thatcher's picks? Can't you