The company lobby felt as cold as ice as Holland finished his reprimanding sentence. The middle-aged man stared straight at Julian without blinking even once. There was no trace of tolerance left in the eyes of the ruler of the multinational company. "You have tarnished this company's reputation with your disgusting arrogance." Holland’s voice thundered, breaking the silence in the large room. "Apex Group does not need a shameless parasite like you in its management ranks." Julian swallowed hard upon hearing the series of sharp words. His face turned pale instantly like a blank sheet of paper. He tried to open his mouth to deny it, but his voice got stuck in his throat. "From this very second, the decision of your dismissal is officially imposed upon you." Holland pointed directly in front of the man’s face with his index finger. "This decision takes effect immediately without exception." Julian’s body jolted violently as if struck by lightning in broad daylight. His eyes

Morning sunlight pierced through the glass of the luxury car speeding down the road. The black vehicle glided toward the heart of the business district.Quinn sat in the back passenger seat with her back straight.She adjusted the folds of her work dress that wrapped around her body.Beside her, Marcus sat calmly, watching the streets through the window. His jet-black suit, perfectly tailored, draped over his broad shoulders.It was very different from his usual casual appearance. At this moment, the man exuded a wild and extraordinary dominant aura.Quinn glanced at Marcus several times but said nothing.Their vehicle stopped in front of the marble pillars of an exclusive auction hall. The building stood magnificently with classical European-style architecture.A uniformed attendant in red hurried toward their car.The attendant politely opened the passenger door. Marcus stepped out first, placing his foot on the carpet.Marcus extended his right hand toward the car door. Quinn accep

The three of them stepped into the auction hall.A massive crystal chandelier hung right in the center of the ceiling.Holland led the way toward the front row seats. Marcus walked calmly right behind his wife.The man's gaze swept across every corner of the room.A tense atmosphere was immediately felt as they settled into their respective seats.The sound of the auctioneer’s gavel echoed periodically, breaking the silence of the room.Various assets worth millions of dollars began to change hands very quickly.A well-dressed man stood upright on a wooden podium. He called out fantastic numbers without the slightest pause.Quinn sat with her back perfectly straight, staring forward. Her hands rested calmly on her lap.Her eyes were focused on observing the large screen behind the auctioneer.In the right corner of the room, Dominic Vance sat with his legs crossed. The man slowly swirled the glass of red wine in his hand.His eyes never left Quinn’s back from a distance.The first hou

The atmosphere in the auction room gradually quieted, leaving behind a cold impression. Event staff began turning off several spotlights in the main stage area.Several rows of velvet-covered chairs at the back had already been cleared away.Quinn remained seated in silence. Her gaze was fixed on the wooden bidding paddle lying helplessly on the glass table."Let’s head back to the office," Holland said, breaking Quinn’s reverie. "Don’t worry, this isn’t your fault."Quinn could only give a faint nod in response.Holland’s hand reached out to grab the tablet at the corner of the table.Just as his fingers touched the surface of the tablet, the thin device vibrated.A notification sound broke the remaining silence around the Apex Group table.Holland opened his tablet screen with a furrowed brow. His eyes scanned the lines of text on the screen quickly.The middle-aged man suddenly stopped breathing for a few seconds. His eyes widened as he read the series of formal sentences before hi

The night of the banquet arrived. The sky above the city turned dark without a single star.Quinn looped her arm through Marcus's arm. She held onto the man tightly, matching his steps.Her fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric of Marcus's suit.The two of them walked toward the main entrance gate. The three-meter-high iron door was half open, welcoming guests.Four burly men stood rigidly guarding in front of the gate. They all wore all-black security uniforms.Their sharp gazes swept over every arriving guest.Quinn did not pay much attention to them, simply walking calmly toward the building."Stop right there," a square-faced security guard snapped. The man raised his palm in front of Marcus's chest.His tone sounded fierce and unfriendly.Quinn immediately halted her steps. She looked at the line of guards in front of her. Her brows furrowed at this sudden obstruction."We are both invited guests," Quinn said. She reached into her small bag.An invitation card was shown right