Life at the Top

“A quarrel between children?!”

Prince let out an angry laugh.

“It’s because this is a quarrel that I have to win! Otherwise, how else am I supposed to keep my head held high when talking to others in the future?”

White Glove glanced at Prince and said calmly, “Crown Prince, the old master told you before that no one can win forever in this world.”

“Truly powerful people aren’t people that win every battle they participate in, but those who learn to stand up again after they’ve lost You’ve still got a long way before you reach that point, Crown Prince, and this is also why the old master refuses to pass his authority to you just yet.”

Prince glared at White Glove and sneered. “Since when did you have the right to teach me lessons? Don’t forget who you are. No matter how much my dad values you, you’re still nothing more than my family’s servant!”

White Glove remained calm. It was evident that he had heard similar phrases before.

“I understand, Your Highness. I won’t speak out of line again.”

slightly before he took a step back, retreating further into the corner

would not interfere anymore no matter what happened

more funds, Prince refused to give

ways of gathering funds, thinking as far as to sell quite a few estates under

but they were insignificant in

that son of a b*tch! He’s got to be doing

demonically as he

I’m about to give up, but when I

me piece by piece! He’s got to be

comparison to being crushed instantly, true torment was what Prince was currently going through. This slow game of cat and mouse was what pushed a person toward

good few kilograms over the pasta week,

should give up, Your Highness. We’ve endured an entire week of hitting the limit down and our share price is only 30% of what it used to be a week ago. We’re going to

trader mustered the courage

snapped over and he stared at the trader icily. Grabbing a glass

floor