Sebastian's temper flared instantly. "So you think you're something, huh?” he jeered cuttingly. “What company are you with, and what's your monthly paycheck?""I'm a salesman at Prospera Corporation, recently made permanent, earning four thousand dollars a month," Frederick replied evenly.Sebastian's friends' faces shifted dramatically at this revelation."Four grand?"Had they heard correctly? In their social circle, where the average net worth soared above a hundred million, someone making a mere 4,000 dollars a month had slipped into their midst.Mockery rippled through the group."Seriously? Four grand? That's barely a fraction of what I spend on a single outfit!" scoffed one."I drop eight grand just on my dog's food! How do you even survive on that?" chimed in another.Frederick was an oddity among these rich kids.Sebastian sneered. "Well, since you're Jasmine's friend, I'll let you stay. Consider yourself lucky! Without us, you'd never get invited to such fancy gather

Jasmine trembled in terror, her face drained of color as she begged, "Please, don't touch me! I'll give you money—lots of it!""Money's good, but I'm taking you too." The burly man sneered sinisterly.Despair gripped Jasmine. She recognized him as a lawless wanderer who feared nothing. They roamed from town to town and had no place to call home.Out of nowhere, a slender finger gripped the brute's arm tightly.Frederick asked calmly, "Hey, I just have a question. That tattoo on your chest—where'd you get it?"The brute paused, eyeing the "V" tattoo on his chest. Then he spat at Frederick and growled, "Beat it! Don't ruin my fun!"In a flash, Frederick sent the brute crashing headfirst into a wall, blood spurting everywhere. It was a horrific sight.Jasmine stood dazed, eyes wide with disbelief, and looked at Frederick.Frederick withdrew his smoking finger, his expression stern as he said, "I tried to keep my temper in check, but some people are just rude and deserve a lesson i

Gavin guided Frederick to the top floor of Sullivan Group's headquarters, leading him through a special entrance into the chairman's office.Inside, reclining on a couch in a suit, was Derek, the wealthiest man in Mirage. Beside him, an elderly man was busy grinding herbs."Gavin, didn't you promise to bring a miracle doctor to cure my illness? Why is there just a kid?" Derek asked. Frederick stood behind Gavin. Derek looked at him, questioning him with a frown. "Are you trying to make a fool out of me?"Gavin chuckled and clarified, "Motherfucker, don't underestimate people. This is Dr. Lester. Many rich and influential individuals have sought his treatment but were unable to secure an appointment."Derek and the elderly man both burst into laughter, clearly not taking Gavin's words seriously."Gavin, you're an uncultured brute. You're easily deceived," Derek remarked. He scrutinized Frederick and added, "You may deceive others, but you can't fool a businessman. We're skilled i

"Just passing through; it's just a coincidence," Frederick replied vaguely, not wanting Donovan to catch on to his involvement with Derek. Jennifer was taken aback. "Are you kidding me?” she complained. “You're butting in without knowing what's going on. Leave now! This isn't something a junior staff member like you should be interfering in!" Sullivan Group was a giant corporation. Taking down a small-time employee like Frederick would be as simple as squashing an ant. "Ms. York, it's part of an employee's responsibility to defend their superior," Frederick replied calmly. "And our relationship goes beyond that." Jennifer's cheeks flushed slightly. She widened her eyes and scolded, "Stop talking! Just leave!" Frederick felt a mix of emotions. "You scold me whether I help you or not. What kind of boss is this? So harsh on your employees!" he complained. Jennifer was left speechless. Richard's expression turned hostile. "Damn it! Even your boss doesn't dare to threaten me.

Stephen spoke hesitatingly. "Ms. Jasmine, accessing these military files is risky. They contain state secrets, and even with our family's influence, there could be consequences." It might result in a reprimand from one of the prominent figures in their family. Jasmine waved off his concerns, stating firmly, "I'm willing to pay any price. I just need to uncover his true identity." Seeing her determination, Stephen relented with a sigh and said, "All right." He used his computer to access the Horus dark web, which housed Drakonia's military archives. Only a select few with significant influence, including the Smiths, had access to this. After logging in, Stephen handed the computer to Jasmine. "Ms. Jasmine, I’m a low-ranking servant, and I lack the authority to access these files. It's best if you navigate this yourself." Horus closely monitored all user activity. Unauthorized access could lead to swift action from the national security agency to eliminate the users, posin