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 further into the corner

no matter what

without the support of more funds, Prince refused

ways of gathering funds, thinking as far as to

usually represent quite a bit of money, but they were insignificant in a market that involved hundreds

He’s got to

Prince cursed and shouted demonically as he stared at the

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

piece by piece! He’s got to

was currently going through. This slow game of cat and

over the pasta

of hitting the limit down and our share price is only 30% of what

mustered the

head snapped over and he stared at the trader icily. Grabbing a glass next to him, he flung it

and fell onto the floor