Mia watched Glen hesitate, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face, and couldn't help but laugh. "Just take it. Why are you being so polite? The whole reason our hotel brought in Mr. Grant's entertainment company to perform here was to draw in customers, right? And right now, it's obvious your act worked incredibly well. You brought in a real boost to our restaurant's earnings, so of course we need to thank you for that."Mr. Grant chimed in from the side. "Exactly, exactly. Once Assistant Calloway gives out a red envelope, there's no taking it back. Mr. Johnson, no need to be shy about it.""Well... alright then."Glen realized Mia had a point, so he reached out and accepted the red envelope. The moment it landed in his palm, he could feel the weight of it. From the thickness alone, he estimated there had to be at least a thousand yuan inside. A surge of satisfaction warmed his chest.Not easy, he thought. Ever since he'd gotten that Upgrade Chest, he'd bee

Glen stared in bewilderment, utterly baffled by what the girl was up to. She'd been acting like some kind of undercover operative, practically one step away from declaring, "You pull back, I'll cover you!" When had he missed the memo that this girl was a born actress?Once Lola closed the door and returned to the living room, Glen finally asked, puzzled, "What's all this about? Why so cloak-and-dagger? You worried I brought back some dangerous criminal or something?""No, it's not that..." Lola, dressed in adorable cartoon pajamas, waved her hands nervously. "Here's the thing. Alison has this total creep stalking her lately. He camps outside our door every single day, and it's gotten so bad that she's afraid to leave the apartment. She's been staggering her schedule just to avoid running into him. Tonight she waited until after eight to come home, but the guy was still out there waiting for her. Sera and I were terrified. We tried calling you, but your phone wouldn't go th

"You... don't you dare try anything!"Alison Page watched in growing panic as Marcus Harlan kept his finger pressed against the elevator button, trapping them inside. There was nowhere to run, and with so many men backing him up, fighting back was clearly impossible. Despair clawed at her chest as she gripped her phone tightly in her hand. "If you keep this up, I... I'm calling the police!"The cramped elevator suddenly felt airless. Alison could see the doors, but Marcus's hand kept them from closing and carrying anyone away from the scene. Her thumb hovered over her phone, yet even that small threat felt flimsy against the men crowding the hall. She did not know whether the police would arrive in time, or whether anyone nearby would dare step in. All she could do was hold her ground and hope Marcus would hesitate.Marcus gave her a dismissive look, his tone dripping with mockery. "Oh, the police? Go ahead, call them. Let's see if they'll actually haul me in." He sne

Glen Johnson watched Marcus Harlan standing there in hysterical desperation like a complete idiot. He shook his head wordlessly, then turned to the buck-toothed man. "All right, since you're being so cooperative, we'll call it even for today." He paused, his tone shifting slightly. "But I've heard this guy Marcus has been harassing my friend nonstop lately. That's getting really annoying. You guys... well, handle it however you see fit."With that, Glen waved toward Alison Page and the other two women. "Let's go. We need to get to work.""Oh... okay..."Alison and the others exchanged glances, momentarily stunned, then hurried after Glen as he strode out of the elevator. Marcus, apparently still too dazed to grasp the situation, actually tried to follow them. His hand even reached out toward Alison's arm, fingers grasping.He barely extended his claws before a powerful force struck him from behind. The kick sent him sprawling forward in a humiliating faceplant, c

Mia Calloway couldn't believe what Glen Johnson was telling her. He hadn't even opened the box!And more than that, the lock was still secured. The cloisonné vase inside wasn't cheap either. It had cost her several million dollars, so even though her car was parked in the hotel's rear courtyard under the watch of multiple security cameras and several guards she'd specifically instructed to keep an eye on the vehicle, she still hadn't felt entirely at ease. She'd fastened the large wooden crate with a state-of-the-art combination lock to make absolutely sure it was secure.But now that same combination lock hung there untouched, clearly never opened. Glen had merely reached out and tapped the box once, yet claimed he'd already taken the item. That was... that was ridiculous!Mia froze for a moment, then quickly pushed at the wooden crate with her hand. It did feel lighter somehow. Though to be fair, the large wooden box itself weighed far more than the vase insi