"The top financial conglomerate?" Upon hearing these words, everyone quickly turned to look outside the window. Outside the office building, a lineup of high-end luxury cars appeared—Bugatti Veyrons, Porsche Phantoms, Lamborghini Venenos, and stretch Lincoln limousines—each bearing their distinct emblems. "That's Chairman Lee's car from the Sirius Chamber of Commerce, the largest conglomerate in Keflya!" "That one belongs to Mr. Spencer from Epleau's Bush Street magnate!" "And that's Prince Augustus's official vehicle from the oil-rich country, Meglein!!" "And there are cars from Skuira, Chiusil... Gosh! I see there are also armored vehicles from the Northern Frontier military." Everyone's jaw dropped at the sight of such a grand line-up. Jennifer gasped in shock and asked, "Am I seeing this right? During my doctoral studies overseas, I read about these individuals. Their influence could rival that of heads of state!" Why would such prestigious figures show up at thei
Frederick looked at the Yorks with a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Now, it was the turn of those high-and-mighty executives to wear a sour look on their faces.Zeke responded grimly, "Is this some kind of joke? You expect us to grovel? Who do you think you are?" Zacharias couldn't hold back his anger and snapped, "A mere employee like you dares to threaten us? Each of us here outranks you. Squashing you would be as simple as crushing an ant!" However, Jennifer offered a slight grin and agreed, "Well, I think Frederick might actually have a point." This comment sent the senior executives into a rage. "Jennifer, what are you implying?" "What do I mean? That's exactly what I asked you when you were pressuring me just a few moments ago. How did you respond then?" Jennifer crossed her arms and scoffed coldly. "You should keep your word! “Just a short while ago, you insisted that if Frederick couldn't rescue our company within ten minutes, I would have to leave.
"You lowlife! How dare you hit me?" Zeke's face swollen on both sides after taking the slaps. His blood and teeth littered the floor."Are you convinced now?” Frederick asked coldly. “Kneel and call me daddy, or I'll keep hitting you!""I'm a director at Prospera Corporation! You think you could just hit me and get away with it? Don't you know I can fire you?" Zeke roared furiously.Jennifer intervened calmly. "All personnel decisions are mine to make, Uncle Zeke. You might be a director, but you don't have the authority to fire employees."Frederick's slaps rained down faster, each one landing with increased ferocity on Zeke's already battered face.Zeke's face was a bloody mess, with severe wounds to a large portion of it. Bleeding profusely from his nose and mouth, he turned to the others for help."Dad! Brother! Uncles! Are you all just going to stand there and watch him beat me?"However, the others remained indifferent. Clearly, they thought it was just Zeke's bad luck to
"Eva, haven't you heard the latest company news? Ms. York fired me, and I'm preparing to leave," Frederick said, attempting to walk past her with a bitter smile. Eva blocked his path, her voice full of astonishment. "Fired? What are you talking about? I just got the news myself, but it wasn't about a firing—it's actually a promotion! You've been promoted to the team leader of Team Beta!" Frederick halted abruptly, his expression filled with disbelief. "What?" "Yes, it was the HR manager who personally told me!" Eva replied, her tone earnest. It felt like a sudden transition from hell to paradise! John clapped Frederick on the shoulder and teased, "Fred! Really, can't you drop the act? You appear on the verge of termination, yet you unexpectedly receive a promotion! It takes years for many of the permanent staff to reach a team leader position! Your promotion speed is off the charts!" Frederick was confused and muttered to himself, "This doesn't make sense. That's not like h
"Sit down? Ms. York, what's going on?" Frederick asked in confusion.Sending her secretary away, Jennifer's intentions seemed suspicious—was she planning something against him?"Just sit down and stop asking so many questions!" Jennifer snapped, her frown revealing her annoyance.Reluctantly, Frederick sank onto the couch.Then came the unexpected—Jennifer didn't just sit; she lay down on the couch, her attractive figure fully in view. Kicking off her heels, she placed her long, sleek legs, clad in black stockings, over Frederick's lap.Frederick felt his body heat up even more. Swallowing hard, he reminded her, "Ms. York, I'm here to work, not to sell my body!"Those enticing stocking-clad legs had hooked his gaze—the temptation was almost overwhelming to resist."What are you thinking?" Jennifer's voice turned icy as she caught on. "I'm not feeling well. Your foot massage last time seemed helpful, so I thought I'd try it again."Frederick finally understood her intentions.
Frederick simply spread his hand and replied casually, "It's as straightforward as it seems—what you saw is all there is!" Jennifer pressed further. "Don't try to sweet talk me! I want to know how you found out about the plan the big shot from the Northern Frontier had to invest in Prospera Corporation. “You challenged the chairman on my behalf, so I won't pursue the matter of you taking credit for others. Just tell me, who is this big shot that came to our aid?" Frederick realized they had mistaken Hades for someone else, but he saw no harm in playing along with it. "I was on my way to the office when I stumbled upon a convoy of these tycoons discussing following orders from some higher-ups to invest three billion in Prospera Corporation," he explained. Jennifer took his words for the truth. She probed further, "Did you catch a name?" Frederick shook his head, replying, "No, I didn't manage to get that information." Seriously? There was no way he would disclose his own
Alec recounted all the details, saying, "Mr. Z is pretty secretive about his dealings. He hardly ever mentioned anything about Organization V to me. But there was this one time when he slipped up and mentioned that Organization V was planning something major. If he pulled it off, it was something that could shake up all of Drakonia!" Frederick's eyes blazed with intensity as he proclaimed, "Anyone who dares to target Drakonia without my say-so is essentially declaring war on me! You're really pushing it, Organization V! I swear, I'll wipe you off the map!" Although he was retired and living alone, Frederick's fire had merely been contained, not extinguished. Seiryu declared solemnly, "Just say the word, and a million soldiers from the Northern Frontier will be ready to strike!" Frederick shook his head and explained, "The enemies we face now are not like those of the past. It's easy to battle a visible foe, but challenging to combat those who lurk in the shadows. “These rats
"Then let's not delay any further; lead the way," Frederick said urgently, his anxiety evident. Shortly after, he and Gavin arrived at the renowned Atlantis Club in the city center. The club was a fusion of global cultures, adorned with artistic decor, and frequented by a stylish crowd. An entourage of dozens accompanied Gavin, and he announced his name at the entrance. A server quickly guided them to the largest VIP room, which was filled with muscular men with guns at their waists and their bodies decorated with tattoos. Inside, they found Charlie, and next to him was Sylvia, tightly bound and visibly beaten. Her mouth was bleeding from several slaps. Upon seeing her son, Sylvia gasped in horror. "Fred, I told you not to come! Why won't you listen?" "Haha, you brought backup, have you?” Charlie sneered. “You clearly don’t care about your mother's life anymore." He flaunted his control, picked up a fruit knife, and waved it threateningly near Sylvia's face. Frederick cle