“This is exactly what happens when you consume too many short dramas,” Lana muttered, turning back to the mirror to fix her ruined lipstick. “Wake up, Rose. Billionaire heirs don't spend two years working double shifts to buy you cheap concert tickets. They don't let people treat them like garbage.”“You weren't there, Lana! You didn't see it!” Rose argued, her voice echoing shrilly against the bathroom tiles. She grabbed Lana’s arm, her eyes wild with a desperate kind of hope. “you wouldn't be saying this if you were there when that black, monster truck completely crushed John's Lamborghini. And Jason’s bodyguard? He moves like a ghost. You should have seen how he easily broke John's bodyguard’s arms as if they were twigs!” “Do you really think a broke waiter can command people like that?”Lana paused, the lipstick hovering inches from her mouth. She looked at Rose’s reflection, her cynical mind working overtime.“Maybe he just knows some dangerous people from the slums,” Lana rea

Jason picked up his fork and chewed on a piece of the beef, but the premium cut tasted completely bland in his mouth.No, the old man doesn't give free favors, Jason thought. He stared at the thick, leather-bound dossier resting on the table, the heavy reality of his new empire finally starting to set in."What exactly is going on, Gina?" Jason asked, his tone shifting from cynical to dead serious."Alfred Pike doesn't build a hundred-and-fifty-million-dollar sandbox just to see if I can play nice. What is this 'favor' he needs?"Gina’s playful demeanor faded. She set her silverware down, her expression growing uncharacteristically solemn. She looked at the heavy mahogany doors to ensure they were completely shut before leaning in."Grandfather is... facing a highly complicated situation back at the main estate," Gina revealed, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "There are internal factions making aggressive moves. He hasn't shown any weakness publicly, but the pressure he is under

As Jason stood outside the mall, a highly practical question suddenly dawned on him. Where exactly were all these bags going to be delivered?He certainly couldn't return to his cramped, rundown dorm room with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of luxury clothing. There was nowhere else to store them except the hotel. Since he was still planning to go back to the presidential suite to give Gina her bracelet, he figured he might as well have everything sent there."I really need to buy a house in this city, just for comfort's sake," Jason muttered to himself, instructing the VIP concierge to deliver the goods directly to his hotel room.By the time Jason finished arranging the delivery, the sun had already begun to set over Silver Bridge City.He slipped the small, signature red Cartier box into his jacket pocket. It was getting late, and he decided to give the panther bracelet to Gina another time. Right now, he just wanted to grab a quiet, normal meal at one of the small diners

Two figures were lying on the small bed, tightly curled together. If a stranger were to enter the apartment, they would undoubtedly think they were two people deeply in love.Jason had been in this position for almost two hours, gently stroking Charlotte’s hair until she finally fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, breathing quietly against his chest.Careful not to wake her, he slowly slid his arm from underneath her head and got up from the mattress. He made sure she was securely covered with the thick blanket, taking one last look at her peaceful sleeping face before quietly slipping out of the room.Jason hailed a late-night taxi and headed back to the cramped campus dormitory.As soon as he arrived downstairs at the dormitory courtyard, the shadows shifted. John stepped out from the darkness, surrounded by over a dozen heavily tattooed thugs.John’s face twisted into an extremely smug smile. "You thought you were untouchable, didn't you, Jason? You only dared to humiliate me in tha

Matthew immediately pulled his smartphone from his pocket, a vicious smile crept up on his face.The person he was dialing was John Starr, the untouchable god in Silver Bridge City. Matthew truly believed that for someone like John, crushing a lucky lottery winner like Jason would be as easy as stepping on a mindless insect."You're dead, Jason," Matthew threatened, holding the phone up for the crowd to see. "When the Starr family gets here, you'll be begging on your knees."Sitting across the table, Colman’s face was entirely pale. He worried that the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. He kicked Jason’s leg under the table, urging him in a panicked whisper to just lower his head and apologize before things got violent.But Jason only found it funny. He calmly took another sip of his water, leaning back in his chair.Matthew frowned. He called John’s number. It rang out. He called a second time. No answer. He dialed a third time, his smug expression slowly giving way to