Fred suddenly burst into mocking, arrogant laughter."What was that? Four hundred grand? Dude, there's a limit to how much you can show off," he sneered. "I bet your entire outfit isn't worth three hundred bucks. Oh wait, let's include your clumsy kid—still not breaking four digits, huh? Forty thousand? Hell, can you even scrape together four grand?"This was Fred's first time encountering such an ultimate loser. What the hell? The guy was a father! How pathetic was that? Probably just putting on a show to save face in front of his kid."Fred, what the hell is wrong with you? You were the one who messed up—what's so hard about apologizing to a child?" Fannie said disapprovingly. She never imagined Fred would hit such an adorable little girl. Such a scumbag. Thank god she'd rejected his confession earlier.But Fannie was also worried about Alaric. She knew Fred's background all too well. A privileged rich kid from a company worth two hundred million. T

Fred glared up at Alaric with a mix of fury and fear, his voice trembling as he spat, "How dare you? That money is ours by right—you bought my family's company!"Still refusing to back down?Alaric's lips curled into a cold smirk. In a flash, Tim—Fred's father—whirled around and delivered another stinging slap across his son's face, bellowing, "Shut your damn mouth!"Fred reeled, stunned. This was the first time in his life his father had ever struck him—let alone multiple times in one day.Before he could protest, Tim hunched forward, his posture oozing servility as he groveled, "If Master Splendor wishes to buy my company, consider it already his. I wouldn't dream of taking payment."Tim wasn't a fool. He knew this was the only way they'd walk out alive.Alaric gave a slight nod, then flicked a glance at Gideon. Without hesitation, the older man signaled the armored trucks to roar away from the storefront once more, engines gro

Alaric squirmed under the elderly crowd's scornful glares, then watched as Darriel strode toward him with a sneer twisting his lips."Alaric, say that again, I didn't hear you," Darriel taunted, oozing condescension.This loser—always butting in where he wasn't wanted.Who did he think he was, running his mouth like that?If even Darriel couldn't handle this mess, how the hell could some worthless trash like him?Alaric pressed his lips together before answering plainly, "This reeks of a Ponzi scheme—not something you can fix with favors. I'm calling a friend to help. Got a problem with that?"Darriel barked a laugh. "Wow, Alaric, big man with 'friends' now? Trying to play hero today? Be my guest!"His words ignited a wave of scorn from the crowd, their voices dripping venom:"Cherrie, what's your son-in-law playing at? Look at him—dressed like a beggar! Making a damn fool of himself!""That's Cherrie's deadweight son-in

Dereion eagerly rushed forward to meet Mr. Splendor.But a crowd of elderly men and women blocked his path, bombarding him with questions:"Mr. Dereion, can we get the returns from our investments today?""Can we get our money back? We don't want to invest anymore!""What about our mortgaged houses? Give them back! This feels like a scam!"Suddenly, the crowd erupted, the excited elders surrounding Dereion in tight circles.Anxious, Dereion waved his hands and cleared his throat. "Everyone, please calm down. I'm specifically here to refund your money and return your properties. Head over there to register, and my staff will process everything shortly. Please be patient. I have an important guest to meet."With that, he signaled his employees to usher the crowd away.When the elders heard they could reclaim their money and homes, their faces lit up with joy, and they praised Darriel enthusiastically:"My goodness, Mr. Brandon, we owe this

Maeve had sold Harleys for years, but this was hands down the most outrageous request she'd ever heard.Straight up asking for a hundred Harleys.She froze for several seconds before forcing a strained smile. "Sir, are you serious about purchasing a hundred Harleys? The latest models?"Alaric gave a casual nod. "Yeah. Don't have that many in stock? Any Harley model will do."Maeve's jaw nearly hit the floor.Any Harley would do?Sir, just how passionate are you about Harleys?"Sir, we currently only have thirty-two units in stock after this morning's inventory count," Maeve said, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Nowhere near a hundred."Is this guy for real?Alaric raised an eyebrow as he scanned the showroom. "Only thirty-two?"He'd expected at least a hundred. Sure, his company only had a few dozen employees now, but they could always hire more.This was the first time Maeve had encountered a customer demanding to buy a hund