Ding!The familiar system voice rang in Ethan's head once Mirabel was out of sight. {Target; Mirabel}{Emotional Connection Detected}{Emotion points: +300}Ethan paused for a second. Then, his expression darkened. “What rubbish are you spouting?”[Host has established a strong emotional connection with the target.]“I did not!” [Host provided employment.]“So?” [Host provided protection.]“That was because she needed help!”[Host allowed the target to call him Brother Ethan.]Ethan's face twitched.“That doesn't mean anything!”The system suddenly went quiet. Ethan wondered if the system had given up. Although he loved that his points had increased these past few days, the system was mistaking the help he rendered to Mirabel as emotional connection. He was only helping a seventeen-year-old girl who needed help. The mechanic sound echoed once more, [Emotional reaction detected from Host.][Emotion Points +20.]His jaw clenched. “You're doing this on purpose!" He ignored the sys

As Ethan stepped out of the building, the familiar female mechanic's voice rang,Ding![New System Mission Generated.]Ethan stopped, his eyes narrowed. A transparent blue screen appeared before him.[Mission: Revive Delta Logistics][Description: The Host currently owns a company on the verge of collapse.][Objective: Secure at least 10 new clients.][Objective: Generate the company's first profitable month.][Time Limit: 30 Days][Reward: Unknown]Ethan stared at the screen for a little while, then asked,“Does getting former clients back also count as new clients?" Yes. It does. The system replied. Ethan nodded. Then, that's a piece of cake. It shouldn't be a big deal. He asked William before he left to send the information to the right department to send a bulk message to all the former clients of Delta Logistics, telling them that the company was back and ready.All he had to do was get feedback from William, and he would get his reward. He didn't even need one month to do that

The conversation was still ongoing when a truck drove into the company, requesting to carry the packages. Jack rushed over, dressed in his security uniform, and whispered to Ethan about the situation.Ethan's face was pitch black. He walked out of the building to see the driver standing by the side of the truck, waiting for the package. On his shirt was the logo of Ford Logistics. The moment the driver saw Ethan, his lips stretched to the side. He walked over with a taunting smile on his lips. “You guys really think you got yourself a deal? What a joke." He chuckled, “As long as Ford is around the corner, Delta Logistics is bound to fail completely. Delta Logistics has nothing more to live for; just wrap up already." Sammy, William, and Jack, who stood beside Ethan, frowned. Their fingers clenched tightly. “Delta Logistics has some policies." Ethan began, “These packages are already in our possession. Is the owner sure he wants to change companies?" Ethan spoke calmly, not mindin

Ethan stood outside, unmoved, staring up at the building in front of him.His hands stayed in his pockets as the SUV that had brought them idled in the car park behind him.From the building's tinted glass, he could see Mirabel and Williams stepping out and falling into step behind him.Mirabel moved up beside him. "This is Wellington Holdings, sir.""Tell me his name again," Ethan said. Not out of curiosity — his eyes were already locked on the building's freshly redone signage. Gold trim, a new logo stamped beneath the company's old name, and underneath it, in smaller lettering that clearly hadn't been there a month ago: A Ford Logistics Preferred Partner."Mark Wellington," Mirabel answered, flipping through her notebook. "He was one of our most promising prospective clients before Ford came in and pulled him away. From what I've gathered, he's fully committed to them now.""I can see that." Ethan's smile was dry and short-lived. The badge beneath the logo was answer enough — a gro

The man didn't look like he was in the mood for pleasantries. His jaw was already tight, his knuckles pale where his fingers were laced together."Mr. Wellington," Ethan started again, but the man cut him off with a raised hand."Let me stop you right there," Wellington said, his voice carrying a confidence that didn't quite mask the thin edge of anger underneath it. "I already know exactly what you're here to say."Ethan said nothing. He simply leaned back, patient, and let the man talk himself into whatever corner he was determined to paint himself into."Oh, really?" Ethan finally asked, not out of curiosity, but to keep the man moving."Yes." Wellington straightened further, as if bracing for a fight that hadn't started yet."You're going to tell me I sold myself cheap. That I didn't think critically about my alliances. That I'm making a costly mistake that's going to come back to bite me." He exhaled sharply through his nose. "I debunked every one of those arguments a long time a