Ursara possessed strength comparable to Scarlett's with a touch more brute force.He couldn't land a single blow on Frederick.A dozen futile strikes later, Ursara panted. "Are you a man or a slippery eel? If you're a man, stand still and fight me. I'll even use just one hand. Stop being a coward!"Frederick sighed inwardly. It wasn't cowardice; he feared his single blow would cause serious injuries, making negotiations about the cosmetics incident impossible.Meanwhile, Zephyr was astounded by Frederick's prowess. He recognized that even with his own skill, joining hands with Ursara wouldn't be enough to defeat Frederick.The upcoming leadership change made having such a powerful figure around a double-edged sword. He couldn't afford errors now."Are you going to stand idly while someone disrespects the boss's coffin? Help Ursara!" he barked.The men snapped out of their shock. Ursara was practically a god to them, and this was the first time they'd seen him so outmatched.The
The sight of her husband's body in Frederick's grasp drained the color from Nicole's face.She pleaded through tears, "My husband is already dead, please don't harm his body. I'll drop the matter and won't ask for compensation. I'll even pay for your colleague's broken leg."Frederick's heart ached at the sight of Nicole's grief. He hadn't anticipated such deep affection between the middle-aged couple. With a heavy sigh, he landed a solid punch to Tigris' chest. The sound echoed through the room—a dull thud that sent a chill down everyone's spine.Ursara burst into tears. "Damn it, I'll kill you!"Suddenly, Tigris coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His previously ashen face flushed red as he opened his eyes in fury. "Who said I was dead?"It seemed Tigris had merely fainted during his martial arts practice. His subordinates had jumped to the worst possible conclusion. They'd not only prepared a coffin but had even begun discussing cremation arrangements.Tigris, a mixture
Unbeknownst to Tigris, this set of martial arts techniques not only promoted health but also had a detoxifying effect.He had been poisoned, and as he practiced, the toxins were gradually forced up toward his throat, ready to be expelled. Feeling discomfort in his throat, he mistook it for phlegm and stopped his practice to get some water. The moment he stopped, the toxins struck, causing him to collapse into a death-like state.Zephyr was the most shocked of all. He rushed over when he saw Tigris stir. "Boss, thank goodness you're alright." Tigris nodded slightly. He had heard everything that had transpired while he was unconscious and had formed a good impression of Zephyr. He appreciated that Zephyr had focused on stabilizing the gang rather than rushing to seek revenge, a decision crucial for preserving Tigris's life's work. He was satisfied with Zephyr as the new leader. If the bumbling Ursara had become the boss, all his hard work would have been undone in a matter of day
Frederick carefully examined Nicole's face and asked, "Could you show me the cosmetics our company sold to you?" Nicole promptly handed over the cosmetics. Frederick gave them a quick sniff, a subtle change coming over his face."These are all made with substandard ingredients. It's no surprise they damaged your skin."Anxiety etched on his face, Tigris asked, "Mr. York, can you heal my wife's face?"Frederick nodded. This kind of condition was nothing to him."I'll procure some herbs and prepare a topical ointment. You should see immediate results."Tigris and Nicole's trust in Frederick was absolute. They expressed their gratitude profusely and agreed to have Ursara collect the ointment once it was ready. Relieved that his wife's face could be restored and grateful for his own life being saved, Tigris decided to drop the matter.With the issue resolved, Frederick returned to the company.However, his mind was troubled by the fact that the company's products were made from in
Everyone grew suspicious at Frederick's words.How could Frederick return unharmed when others had been brutally beaten? How had he managed to escape unscathed?Frederick grew exasperated, but arguing with them seemed futile.Just then, Ivy stepped forward and asked, "Frederick, how did you accomplish this?"She had personally witnessed the brutality of those individuals. How could Frederick have persuaded them with mere words?Marsh quickly interjected, "Ms. Mallin, surely you don't believe his far-fetched tale? Consider who we're dealing with. Why would they simply forgive us?"Ivy, who had overheard the exchange between Marsh and Frederick, let out an exasperated sigh at Marsh. "They called me personally to confirm their forgiveness. It's hardly a fabrication."It turned out that Nicole possessed Ivy's contact information and had called to inform her that they had indeed forgiven the company. Marsh was dumbfounded. Had they truly forgiven them? How was that even possible?
Hearing Marsh's arrogant words, everyone silently thought he was being utterly shameless. The credit clearly belonged to Frederick, yet Marsh was attempting to pass it off as his own hard work.Ivy smiled faintly, then her expression turned frosty. "My guidance? When did I ever teach you to frame your colleagues?"It turned out that Melissa had filled Ivy in on the events that had transpired. Ivy was no fool; she could see right through Marsh's scheme to set Frederick up by putting him in harm's way. Using a company incident to frame a colleague was something Ivy could never condone. The company was already in turmoil.If Frederick had also been seriously injured or killed, the company would have been liable for his medical expenses and compensation, further exacerbating the situation.Marsh's actions were not only driven by personal vendetta but also demonstrated a blatant disregard for the company's welfare. It was utterly infuriating!Sensing the icy change in Ivy's tone, Mar
Marsh's fists tightened as he listened to the jubilant chatter.How dared they to mock him? He would find a way to take down Frederick! Then, he would deal with each of them in turn.Meanwhile, Frederick sat on the couch in Ivy's office and noticed the pink water cup on her desk.Curiosity piqued, he asked, "Ms. Mallin, didn't you throw that cup away? How is it back here?"Suddenly, a look of horror spread across Frederick's face. "Don't tell me you use this cup every day and indirectly kiss me with each sip?"Ivy's jaw tightened. Why would she use something she'd discarded? And the audacity of him suggesting they were indirectly kissing! If it weren't for his stellar performance today, she would have given him a piece of her mind.With a strained smile, she retorted through gritted teeth, "Perhaps I had two of these cups, and now I'm using the one from home."Frederick visibly relaxed and placed a hand on his chest. "Whew, you had me worried there."Ivy stared at him incredulo
Ivy's mind raced. She'd always been meticulous with ingredients, using trusted suppliers and going through thorough inspections.How could something have gone wrong? The weight of Anya's trust and the potential repercussions bore down on her. She had to find the source of the problem.This meant determining who had handled the ingredients. Team Two, led by Priscilla, was responsible for the project. Yet, Priscilla's amiable nature didn't align with someone capable of such treachery.Regardless, Ivy had to investigate discreetly, careful not to arouse suspicion.Noticing Ivy's furrowed brow, Frederick attempted to console her. "Ms. Mallin, please don't worry. The truth will come to light."Ivy's eyes locked onto him, assessing him from head to toe. Frederick squirmed under her intense gaze."Ms. Mallin, I'm flattered by your attention, but I'm a married man. I appreciate your kindness, but I must respectfully decline any advances."Ivy fought back a surge of exasperation. Who sai