"Are you referring to Mr. Lambert from the Tiger Faction and Ms. Olson from the conglomerate?" the receptionist asked. She continued with a touch of envy, "They've reserved the entire hotel tonight and are staying at the Royal Suite, enjoying some fine wine and playing card games." Frederick responded with a faint smile and thanked the receptionist. When he entered the elevator, he noticed that the corridor was filled with towering bodyguards from the Tiger Faction. Ignoring them entirely, Frederick made his way directly to the Royal Suite. "Hey! Where do you think you're going? You can't go in there!" Several muscular men immediately blocked his path, but Frederick dismembered them in a second. Blood and body parts went flying. "He's an assassin!" one shouted, and all their expressions shifted in alarm. "You're too noisy!" Frederick remained unperturbed and continued advancing towards the fierce guards of the Tiger Faction. In less than a minute, the corridor had turn

Bianca and Craig looked pitiful, their hair messy, and their faces covered in blood. Broken glass filled their mouths, and their limbs were brutally crippled.They cowered at Frederick's feet like defeated dogs, silently begging for a quick end to their suffering. Their condition was akin to that of walking corpses."Hey, Ms. Smith! You made it?" Frederick greeted Jasmine with a smile as she arrived.Jasmine was taken aback. "You've really gotten yourself into big trouble!” she said in trepidation. “Offending the Tiger Faction is one thing; I might have been able to smooth that over for you. But going up against Bianca! She's the heiress of a major global financial empire!"Frederick scoffed disdainfully. "A major financial empire? Ha, back in the day...""What about those days?" Jasmine asked curiously.Frederick abruptly changed the subject and said, "Never mind, it's not important. Ms. Smith, don't worry. I'll take full responsibility for my actions; I won't drag you all into

"Ms. York, are you awake?"When Jennifer opened her eyes, she saw Frederick beside her with a bowl of aromatic chicken soup, which he gently offered to her. "You're too fragile; no more all-nighters for you," he insisted."Frederick? Why are you here?" Jennifer asked, surprised.She sensed an unexpected familiarity in his concerned gaze, almost like family. Hadn't they been at the Laguna Banquet before everything went wrong?Then it hit her—she recalled Bianca's false accusations and the beating that had knocked her unconscious, her body broken and battered.Breathing rapidly, Jennifer got up and went to the mirror, only to find herself unharmed. Her complexion even looked better than before."What's happening? Was it all just a dream?" she murmured, touching her face in disbelief. Her gaze sharpened as she turned to Frederick and asked, "Why are you here? Do you think taking me to the hospital and making soup can just erase what happened with those scandalous photos?""I save

Jennifer was furious and scolded, "You dragged me all the way here just to fire me? Did any of you lend a hand when I was in trouble? I've barely escaped alive, but you're already trying to settle scores by making me the scapegoat."Upon hearing this, the senior executives erupted in anger."What's with this attitude? Are you pointing your finger at us? Why should we clean up the mess you created?""Exactly! You're out of line. We're your elders, and we're the founders of this company! Did you think being the CEO meant you could act arrogantly?""You're fired! We need to let you go!"Jasmine quickly left the room when she saw how tense the situation had become.She quietly called Frederick and said, "Frederick? Are you there? Jennifer's in trouble!"-In the conference room, Xavier sat at the center, his expression stern. He cleared his throat and said, "Zacharias, Jennifer is your daughter. You should speak up."Zacharias stood up, his expression full of disdain.He announce

"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