A crowd jostled and shoved, straining their necks as they peered intently to catch a glimpse of the big spender.A hundred BMW motorcycles! That's got to be twenty to thirty million yuan!"There he is!" someone shrieked from the crowd.Every pair of eyes locked onto the swarm of people emerging from the BMW dealership across the street.At the front of the group was a middle-aged man they recognized—Mr. Hugo, the manager of the BMW motorcycle dealership. He was escorting a young man with fawning attention, bowing and nodding nonstop as he guided the VIP to a waiting BMW X8 luxury car parked outside.That's how you treat a high-roller—chauffeured service included.Yet even as the car drove off, the eager onlookers outside the Harley store still hadn't caught a proper look at the mystery tycoon's face. The crowd around him was just too thick."Can't see anything! Who is it? If he's so rich, why didn't he come to our store?" someone compla

"Quit standing around like idiots! Pin these vipers down now!" Holden bellowed at the slack-jawed onlookers by the entrance, veins bulging in fury.Without hesitation, he lunged forward, gripping Sabrina's arm and executing a brutal suplex—yes, a full-blown suplex!CRACK!A piercing shriek tore through the air as Sabrina slammed face-first into the ground, her body crumpling like a ragdoll. Dust caked her airbrushed contour, her chest smeared with grime, the impact leaving livid bruises across her skin. Worst of all—her face plunged straight into stagnant gutter water, the filth splashing as she thrashed, mascara bleeding down her cheeks.It was a carnival of humiliation.The male staff, seizing their chance to impress the boss, surged forward. No questions asked—they wrestled Maeve and the others onto the pavement, their Gucci miniskirts grinding into concrete. When dealing with these harpies, brute force was the only language they underst

Pick up or not?Alaric panicked, immediately calling over Lyra. After rapid-firing the situation, he ordered: "Cover for me."Lyra flashed an OK sign before answering with polished grace: "Hello, who's calling?"Jade's breath hitched—a woman's voice?And such a melodic one too.Yet relief flooded her. Not him.Had she imagined...?Hah. Pathetic.As if Alaric could ever—What was she thinking, clinging to that dumb hope?"Mr. Splendor, this is Jade. We met at Velvet Lounge—you saved me that night..." She'd prepared heartfelt thanks."Just looking out for others," Lyra countered smoothly. "We women can't tolerate those disgusting forced situations."She side-eyed Alaric's thumbs-up.Why's he hiding from his own wife?"Would you...have dinner with me?" Jade blurted, then backpedaled. "Purely as thanks!"Lyra muted the phone, hissing: "She wants a date! Yes or no? Quick!"Alaric's head shak

"Young Master, Triumph Arch Group is valued at 18 billion with fifty branches nationwide," Gideon replied over the phone, standing before floor-to-ceiling windows while reviewing financial reports.Almost the instant Alaric asked, his secretary had already compiled complete asset and financial records for the hotel chain."I don't care how many billions. Buy it," Alaric snapped impatiently."Understood, Sir," Gideon responded before immediately making the necessary calls.Within moments, countless phone lines lit up across Olympus Reach, all converging on Triumph Arch's Westridge headquarters. That night, an invisible force began moving through both cities—completely unnoticed.Nearby, Reed watched with icy amusement. "Well look at you," he sneered. "Haven't seen you in ages, but your tall-tale spinning has improved. Buying Triumph Arch? That's one hell of a claim."What a fucking idiot!Who did this loser think he was? Acquiring Triumph Arch

"Theodore, stop fucking calling me to clean up your mess! Do you have any idea how critical this period is? You're gonna get me killed!" The voice crackled through the receiver, dripping with barely contained rage.Yet Theodore—a man worth hundreds of millions—remained unruffled, his voice oozing sycophancy. "Boss Rafe, we've got a situation here... I need your help on this one."Roderic was Theodore's patron in Olympus Reach—the shadowy figure who'd propelled him to his current status. The annual "tributes" never stopped flowing, but with tensions running high, Roderic had made one thing clear: no contact unless the world was ending.Grumbling, Roderic shoved his reading glasses on. "Out with it. What now?" Even at this ungodly hour, he knew Theodore wouldn't call without good reason."Boss Rafe, the company's under siege. Some punk named Alaric wants to buy us out—threatens to bankrupt us if we refuse." Theodore's voice tightened like a