"Ma'am, there’s a weirdo out here," the young vendor called out. A big looking woman emerged from the back of the stall, arms crossed over her apron, looking like she could bench-press a delivery truck. “What’s the problem?”“This guy just walked up and started... aggressive whispering ‘spicy’ at me,” the girl said, pointing a trembling finger at Vincent’s hooded figure.The owner looked Vincent up and down, taking in the dirt-streaked cloak and his intense, manic stare. “…Are you drunk, son?”“I am NOT drunk!” Vincent snapped, his ego bruised. “I’m using a technique!”“…A technique?”“Yes! A highly effective, psychologically advanced—”“Get out.”“…What?”“I said get out before I call security and have them hose you down,” the woman growled.Vincent stumbled back, horrified. His "Spicy Strategy" had failed. 'This isn’t how it went for Mark!' he fumed. 'That guy has to be using

When Vincent came back after meeting the president, he wasn't as vibrant as he was when he left. In fact, he looked grim. As someone who'd spent the whole day trailing him, Mark caught the change in Vincent's mood just by looking at him through the corner of his eye. Vincent sat on a nearby chair, chin resting on his palm, looking deep in thought. He glanced at Mark, then back down at his hands. He clenched his fists, closing his eyes for a second with his jaw tightening. "I can't do it," he shook his head silently, staring at Mark again. Right in the middle of his internal battle, Izumi and her gang suddenly approached him. “…So it’s you,” Izumi said, her voice dropping into a cold, accusing tone. "The guy stalking Mark? I thought since you’re the vice president, you weren't that kind of person, but you’ve clearly been staring at him too much!!" Vincent frowned. "And how did you see

‘I’m not a creep!’ Mark convinced himself as he stared out at the greenery of the park before him. But somehow, another part of his mind came up with an exciting idea—to test the limits of his charm. If it worked, then definitely… she wouldn’t think of him as a creep. Right? He looked to his right and was pleased to see the young mums were packing up, folding blankets and gathering their kids since it was almost five o’clock. Apart from a few people far in the distance, Mark was left practically alone in this corner of the park with the upper-class GILF who was clearly reading smut. He decided to act, starting with a bit more small talk. “Uh… how about you? Do you come here often?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “I enjoy it when the weather is nice. I can read and enjoy the sun at the same time.” More like enjoy being horny in the sun, you perverted grann

{Author Note: Sorry fam. I made yet another mistake. This is a future chapter, but l uploaded it by mistake just now. I'm really sorry for the confusion. Chapter 139 should be next. This is 142] With knives flashing in their hands, the bastards rushed me, all confidence and sloppy intent, like they thought speed alone would be enough to carve me up. It wasn’t. They were painfully slow and I slipped past the first swing with ease, pivoting just enough to drive my fist into one guy’s gut. The impact folded him instantly. The air rushed out of him in a broken wheeze as he crumpled to the ground, vomiting up what looked like everything he’d eaten today… and probably yesterday too. I didn’t wait. Rolling my sleeves up as I turned, I cracked my knuckles, feeling that familiar tension coil through my arms. It had been a long time since I’d used even a fraction of my real strength—most days were spent learning how to hold back, not let it leak out—but now that the leash was off, ev

As I took in the layout of the store, I realized just how mesmerizing it was. I was practically surrounded by all kinds of shimmering jewelry—from pristine gold and diamond necklaces that caught the light like frozen ice, to wristbands, watches, rings, and more pieces than I could reasonably process in one glance.I moved through the shop at a steady pace, scanning the displays and weighing my options, while my new “friend” Bella kept pausing every few steps, eyes glued to her phone. She was probably reading comments from her stream, judging by the way her expressions kept shifting—amused one second, impressed the next.A silver diamond ring caught my eye.It was simple. Minimalistic. No unnecessary flair… yet somehow, it stood out more than everything else around it. The price tag, however, was anything but minimal—ten million dollars.Still, it was beautiful.“Oh my God—are you planning to buy a wedding ring?” Bella’s voice rang out beh