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.”

Glove bowed slightly before he took a step back, retreating

interfere anymore no matter what

without the support of more funds, Prince refused to give

gathering funds, thinking as

bit of money, but they were insignificant in a market that involved hundreds of millions and

son of a b*tch! He’s got

Prince cursed and shouted demonically as

attacks so I can take a breather every time I’m about to give up, but when I put in

me piece by piece! He’s got to be doing this

slow game of cat and mouse was what pushed a person toward

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

and our share price is only 30% of

the courage to

trader icily. Grabbing

and fell onto the floor with a hand covering his bleeding