Sixt moves his head to the side, turning away from her, “I already made it clear.” He said with a stern look before taking the stairs. “That was fast.” His evasion stirred up the competitive spirit in her. Oh, she was definitely up for the challenge! After all, Sabrina isn't seeing what she's seeing in him. “I'll have you, Sixt.” She muttered with a seductive smile as she looked up at his door. “I'll definitely win you over..” She silently vowed. Later that evening… Bright lights and illuminants lit up the luxurious Zane family mansion. The long dining table was filled with various dishes, and as they had their meal, the atmosphere was very congenial. “...I know Nujar to be the best brand when it comes to wine, sir.” Sixt tells the old man. “Oh, son, it turns out we have the same taste in wine! I don't mind getting drunk!” Hahaha! “Now I think I'll join the train. I loved Nujar, but now that you both praise it, I'll add it to my collection.” Irene chime

Dustin knelt before Sixt, his eyes red with desperation. His voice trembled as he said, “I was foolish. My father and I offended you deeply. But I'm begging you…Please… please don’t hold it against us. Save my father’s life. He's all I've got!” Seeing Dustin humiliate himself, Sixt couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. He let out a quiet sigh and said, “Alright. Lead the way. Let's go..” “Uh.. I'll go with you.” “Yes, we will.” Sabrina and Irene were also curious about how Sixt would treat the illness and decided to go along with them and Sixt didn't object. They walked into Dustin's car, and soon, they arrived at the hospital. Inside the private ward, Mr. Jackson lay motionless on the bed, his face was deathly pale, and the heart monitor beeped weakly, signaling that his life was slipping away. Dustin cried, turning to Sixt, pleading with him to quickly save his father. “I’ll do anything!” Sixt's gaze was calm. “Since I’m here.. he won’t die.” Closing his eyes for

It was 6:55 in the morning! Sixt was now on Larry's last car, after cooking, drycleaning and washing the rest of the cars. He heard his phone ringing in his pocket. Just as he was about to answer it, he heard a voice behind him. “Hey! You loser! Don't tell me you're not done with my car!” Sixt shifted his gaze and his eyes fell on Larry, who was walking forwards towards him with a frown. “Are you always this dumb?! It's 6:55! You're not just slow... you're too lazy!” Larry barked, “How dare you get on your phone when your job isn't even done!!” He scolded with a look of disdain. “The other cars are washed already. You can choose between those if you can't wait.” Sixt gritted his teeth, trying not to get annoyed by him. Throughout the night, the only time he could sleep was when the clothes were in the washing machine. He barely had two hours of sleep, because he had to iron all the clothes… And suddenly he's too lazy? “This is the one I want!” Larry sneered, leaning f

Mr. Miller was in his office, when his secretary told him someone was here to see him. “I'm not to be disturbed.” He replied dismissively. “I think you might want to reconsider.” Mr. Cole said, walking into the place. Mr. Miller's heart skipped. He stood from his seat, looking up at the man in front of him with his jaw dropping down. “Mr.. Co.. Cole?” He swallowed hard, “I didn't know it was you.” He stuttered, urging the middle aged man to have his seat. “Greetings, Mr. Miller,” Cole greeted, taking his seat. “Greetings, sir… What- what do I hold this visit? I don't remember offending Mr. Gerald.” Mr. Miller smiled slightly, but deep down, he could feel the tension in the atmosphere. Mr. Cole doesn't just pay anyone a visit. In fact, a visit from him means death itself. It was known that Mr. Cole was the one who cleans up for Mr. Gerald, a mafia lord. “What can I do for you?” “Oh, not me… him.” Mr. Cole pointed his hand at the entrance and as Mr. Miller shifted his

“Go ahead! Lie to us! Lie to Grandpa that you were never in Gate hotel with Mr. Miller a few hours ago!” Larry tilts his head at Sabrina, who stood there with a shocking gaze. “Don't you dare accuse my daughter!” Brad coldly addressed Larry. “But my son has his evidence!” Susan sneered. “My mom is right. Sabrina here is nothing but a gold-digging bitch! Who can't play fairly!” He was next to take up the meeting! She could have given him the chance to prove that he was better, then maybe this SUV would have been his to add to his car collection… but she chose to be greedy! “What do you have to say for yourself, Sabrina?! Answer me! Defend yourself! Or have you chosen to bring the name of this family to the mud?!” Master Zane shouted, his voice filled with anger and disappointment. “Yes, we negotiated the business at the Gate hotel, but…” “There's no buts!” Susan stood from her seat, “You cheated on that poor loser just so you can be called hardworking!” She pointed at Six