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.”

took a step back, retreating further into the corner of

meant he would not interfere anymore no matter what happened to Prince on the stock

without the support of more funds,

funds, thinking as far as to sell quite a few estates under his

they were insignificant in a market that

of a b*tch! He’s got to be

shouted demonically as he stared at the screen with

I’m about to give up, but when I put in more money, he gobbles

piece!

torment was what Prince was currently going through. This slow game of

few kilograms over the pasta week, and he was moments away from mentally breaking

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 have to exit the market if

trader mustered the

trader icily. Grabbing a glass next to him, he flung it

fell onto the floor