Be a good son
Author: Crown
last update2025-10-18 05:26:17

“The Cole Group identity cards are divided into six levels,”

she began. “Black Diamond, Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Green.”

I looked down at the sleek black card resting between my fingers. The red moiré patterns almost seemed to ripple like living fire, spelling out COLE in bold elegance.

Clara reached into her folder and pulled out another card. It looked similar to mine but was a polished silver. “Even the lowest-level card—Green—is nearly impossible to obtain,” she said.

“This one… is my own. A Silver-level card. It’s equivalent to a general manager of a subsidiary branch.”

I studied her, unable to mask my curiosity. “You’re a dignified general manager, and yet, you’re working as my personal assistant. Don’t you think that’s… beneath you?”

Clara’s response came without hesitation. She shook her head. “Of course not, Young Master. Everything I have including my life belongs to the Cole family. If it weren’t for the President, I would have starved to death in the mountains as a chil
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