Life at the Top

“Jasper Laine? I can already tell that you’re a poor man from your name.”

Mary mocked him, “I can’t believe you made yourself a name card just because you saw other people doing it. Look at yourself in the mirror first. Who’d want your name card anyway? Save the money and use it to buy some proper clothes, would you?”

However, Mary had not noticed that next to her, Baxter froze upon hearing the name Jasper Laine.

While Jasper’s current status had yet to reach the point of being a household name, his name was no stranger among those of a high enough rank and influence.

This was no different for Baxter, the face of a large company in Harbor City’s transportation sector. Baxter was well aware that the Law family’s request was why his superior had even made an order with the shipyard all the way in Brac County.

As for who the Law family had made the request for…

It was none other than Jasper Laine.

As a mere representative, Baxter’s status had yet to reach the same heights as his superior, the Law family, or Jasper. Thus, he had no idea what Jasper’s identity implied.

However, Baxter understood that Jasper’s status put him on at least equal footing with his own superior, which meant that this was a formidable bigshot Baxter that could not afford to offend.

instantly began to bead over

all the people in the world, it had to be

shifted his gaze onto the

name card, one

of JW Capital

contact number and

simple Somerish, without any English translations that were prevalent in

the color drained

Jaspers all over the world, yet there was

he wondered who had turned off the air conditioning in the private

who continue to act like you’re dignified when you’re broke as balls. Just like Greg, that useless filth. Take a look at good hard look at yourself before you start following other people and handing out name

continued to mock

moment, Baxter removed his carefree hand from around her as though

Mary, who was still prized goods

at Baxter confusedly, only to be met with a chubby face frozen and devoid of

with all that sweat, Mr. Daniels?