"Oh, don’t even bring it up. It was a miserable time. You didn’t see it—those two girls were just like Cassandra. They didn’t say it outright, but every word they dropped, inside and out, made it clear we couldn’t keep up. It was obvious they were trying to drag us down and kill any urge we had to chase them," Bork said, having tasted the sting of rejection. "Women can be ruthless," he added bitterly. "Actually, you’ve got it wrong. That’s just how they usually talk—those topics are normal and mundane to them. It’s fine if it didn’t work out this time. Jennifer’s already set up another meet for you next week. Get to know them better, and you can take it further. Don’t lose hope. If you snag one of them, it’s a win for you—cuts out over a decade of struggle," George said, trying to lift their spirits. "Do you two actually like those girls or not?" Thomas asked with a grin. "Yeah, of course. They’re gorgeous, great figures, and they talk so smoothly. But they’re tough to crack—eyes

Thomas’s words directly infuriated Holan and his lackeys, unleashing a torrent of abuse, mockery, and vile language. Yet, in the face of power and insults, most people still valued strength above all. Some whispered anonymously that the Brandt Family lacked the courage to fight or compete, resorting only to harsh words. Others claimed that Angel Mortal was a true deity—a disciple of an elite family, a refined and wealthy heir or from a military family with millions of dollars companies and connections to bigshot running the country."You think you can mock me? Dream on!"Without hesitation, Holan splashed $10,000 into the fray. In a fit of rage, he sent ten payments, and ten virtual planes soared into the live stream’s digital sky.“Real money, Brother Holan! As expected of Brother Holan. Ten grand is just pocket change. Mortal boy, keep pretending—let’s see if you can outplay him,” Eagor typed, his words dripping with provocation as he dropped a comment. It was his job as a packet to

Though Veronica was deeply touched by Thomas’s words, a faint worry lingered on her face. “But everyone thinks you’re broke. They’ll assume I gave you the money. Won’t that hurt your reputation? With all these nasty rumors, it’s hard to set the record straight.” “If they call you naive and you don’t own it, just say I hit the lottery. What can they do? Force you to say you gave me the money?” Thomas shrugged. “Besides, I’ve cut ties with the Jaymes family now. The three-year marriage with their daughter didn't work out as planned and the family were cruel to me and treated me like a trash. Why should I care what they think? Why bother with their gossip?” “Well… alright. But what car are you planning to get? How much do you have? I’ve got some savings—I’ll send it to you.” Before Thomas could protest, Veronica grabbed her phone and transferred $100,000 to his account. “Where’d you get that kind of cash?” Thomas asked, stunned. “I… I mentioned I’d help you out,” Veronica said, h

Thomas’s car had just hit the intersection, cruising at over 40 miles per hour. As he prepared to brake, he pressed the pedal—and nothing happened. No matter how hard he stomped, the car didn’t slow. His stomach dropped as he realized the brakes had failed.“Grab the handrail, Veronica! The brakes are shot!” Thomas shouted.He yanked the steering wheel hard at the intersection. The car lurched violently, tires screeching, and slammed head-on into a Maybach turning the corner. The Mercedes’ hood crumpled, a massive dent scarring its frame.“Oh no, we hit someone!” Veronica gasped, her eyes glistening with panic.“It’s okay. The speed wasn’t too high—no one’s seriously hurt. Stay here. I’ll check it out,” Thomas said, his voice steady to calm her.He stepped out of the car, heart pounding but face composed. From the crumpled Maybach, a driver climbed out, his face twisted with rage. The man stormed over, slamming a fist against Thomas’s car.“Can you fucking drive? Do you know who’s in

Julian laughed, a harsh, biting sound. “So, it was a setup. You thought you could play games with me in the crossfire? Vance, you’re dumber than your nephew and stupid to not realise that not everyone will grovel before you for favour, you work for someone and I thought that alone should have made you humble.”Hargrove rounded on Vance, his voice low and furious after hearing Eagor's confession. “Is this true? You rigged a car to humiliate a customer?”“No, I—” Vance stammered, but Hargrove cut him off.“You’re done,” Hargrove said. “Pack your desk. You’re out.” He was someone who value family ties and that was the reason he gave this manager position to Vance and turn a blind eye to people with better skills that even came to seek for it but now that Vance has provoked a man deem as a local mafia don, Hargrove didn't care if he had to banish Vance, so long as it appease Julian then all issues will be solved and his business will continue flourishing without gangs attacking all of a