This annoying young man had been speaking in that weird inflexion since the beginning! What the hell was up with him this time?Grant stared at him in confusion. “Er, what’s so funny?”Xavier smacked his hand over his lips, but spasms of guffaw continued to gurgle out of him like. It was as though something comical had happened. “Hahahaha! Okay… Okay! S-Sorry Grant, but I just can’t… I can’t help it, hahaha!” As he howled, Damon’s eyebrows creased into a displeased bundle. What scheme had th

No five-star hotel would skimp on the lighting and interior décor of its establishment. Even the female restroom had a high-handed touch of aesthetics. Its lights gave off a mellow marigold glow, which reflected off the lustrous black marble tiles making up its walls, and illuminated Xavier’s handsome features.He was good-looking—drop-dead gorgeous, even. Tall, chiseled nose, its slope sharp and angular. Like images of blue-blooded men and their firm, square jaws in medieval paintings. He had

Then again, was he not the one behind the theme park incident?Plunging the Godfrey Group into the desperate nadir that it was today, all to sate his selfish impulse… That was who Xavier was, was he not? Nothing was beyond the pale when his mood swerved into the deep end, and really, he was a man of extreme ends. There was little use in predicting his moves through the lens of the average person. If Xavier’s plan was to avenge whatever grievance he felt by sabotaging today’s deal, then he ver

“You’re right, Mr. Gunn. Many of our competitors marketed similar products with lower prices. But if price is the only factor in your mind, then why did you choose to attend our talk today? Am I wrong to infer that it’s because our product holds an edge over them?”Grant narrowed his eyes. “Of course. The quality of your company’s product is quite the winning factor.”“Hence the price, Mr. Gunn. Our product is miles better than many of our competitors, and I’m sure you’re well aware of that, a

Damon frowned slightly, and his eyes that were as deep as the ocean, gradually filled with agony.He felt like his stomach was on fire, and there was a tingling, sharp pain in his throat and stomach. It was so uncomfortable, like an unending sea of tossing waves. The alcohol triggered him, making him feel nauseous.The fiery pain gushed through his body. Although he tried to hold it in, his face gradually turned pale because of the torturous pain.Damon was never very expressive. Other than a