The top story on the morning news feed immediately caught his attention, its bold headline dominating the screen.Mika Turner, General Manager of Pinnacle Corp, made a dazzling philanthropic gesture yesterday at the charity gala, donating three million dollars!Curious, Curry tapped the article and glanced through the brief report. It praised Mika's generosity, describing her donation as one of the evening's biggest highlights and applauding her for setting an example of corporate social responsibility.The comment section was already overflowing with reactions. Most readers expressed open admiration and envy, praising both her success and her willingness to give back. Many called her an inspiration, while others joked that they wished they could donate even a fraction of that amount someday.Of course, not everyone was impressed. Mixed among the praise were a handful of cynical remarks suggesting that fortunes like hers must have come from questionable sources.

The moment they stepped out of the HR office and the door clicked shut behind them, Beatrix glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention. Then she reached over and gave Curry a sharp pinch on the waist."Ow!" Curry flinched and instinctively took half a step back.Beatrix folded her arms and shot him an amused look."You're exactly like Mika said," she said with a helpless smile. "You just won't let anyone take advantage of you, no matter who they are."Curry rubbed the spot she had pinched and let out a quiet sigh."Whatever," he replied with a bitter smile, lowering his eyes to the employment form in his hand. "If Mika hadn't insisted I come here, I wouldn't bother being a security guard."The words sounded casual, but they carried a trace of resignation.After all, it was hard not to feel the irony.A man who had once commanded the respect of countless high-ranking officials, business magnates, and influential dignitaries during

The scene unfolding before him was so unreasonable that Curry could no longer remain seated. His chair scraped lightly against the floor as he stood, his expression turning cold in an instant. Without raising his voice, he fixed an unwavering stare on the young man striding toward him."Didn't your mother teach you how to speak to people?" Curry asked, narrowing his eyes as he took a slow step forward.His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.The young man instinctively paused.He stood barely over five foot three, while Curry's six-foot-one frame towered above him. The difference in height and build was impossible to ignore. Standing face-to-face, the young man suddenly looked much smaller, yet the arrogance on his face never faded.Instead, he lifted his chin defiantly."What?" he sneered. "You planning to hit me?"Rather than backing down, he took half a step forward himself, pointing a finger at Curry as he continued cursing

Donovan's expression changed the moment he realized something was wrong. The confidence that had been on his face disappeared, replaced by a trace of surprise.He had expected Curry to struggle.After all, Donovan had spent years training his body, and he had always been stronger than ordinary people. With just one hand, he believed he could easily overpower someone like Curry.But no matter how much force he applied, Curry's hand remained completely steady.His grip didn't move even slightly."Kid, you've got some strength," Donovan said through gritted teeth, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. "You've trained before? Some kind of fighter?"Instead of answering directly, Curry simply looked at him calmly."No."A faint smile appeared on his face."You're just pathetic."The casual insult immediately ignited Donovan's anger.His expression twisted, and veins appeared on his arm as he pushed even harder, refusing to believ

When the father failed to stand up for his son and instead blamed him, the middle-aged woman was the first to lose her temper. She shot to her feet and shoved the man hard, her face flushed with fury."Are you even his real father? Your son gets beaten to a pulp and all you do is make snide remarks!" Helena snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass."Mom, it hurts so bad," Dorian whimpered, his face scrunched in misery."Oh, sweetheart, where does it hurt? Do you need me to call a doctor?" Helena rushed to his side and clutched his hand, her expression crumbling with maternal distress as she inspected every bruise on his swollen face.Alistair let out a cold snort and smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt. "A little suffering won't kill him. He's a grown man who took a beating. It's not the end of the world. So his face is swollen, so what?"He straightened his collar and looked down at his son with open contempt. "Carrying on like he's dying. Not an oun