The Spoiled Girl

The business world was like a battlefield. People never spent a minute staying in the same place. Only those who were observant enough and able to adjust to the most unfavorable changes had a chance at victory.

Darren had succeeded. The share transfer agreement had been signed over to him. However, at the moment, he felt inexplicably irritable. With a move of his hand, he sent the pages of the agreement flying all around the room. Feeling a little depressed, he loosened his tie in an attempt to ease his nerves.

Harlan, who was Darren's confidant, was a little confused to see that, but he didn't say anything.

He had the feeling that he knew why Darren was behaving this way.

Darren stood up and walked over to where the sheets of paper had settled. After staring for some time at the mess that he had made, he squatted down and picked the sheets up one by one. He looked at the growing pile of paper in his hands and couldn't help flipping through the pages.

In his hands, the share transfer agreement felt just like a big stack of money. As he held it, he felt the weight of the burden that it symbolized. Suddenly, it became slightly difficult to breathe.

By giving up all that he had had, he had finally obtained this. But why didn't he feel as victorious as he had expected to be?

He frowned. He no longer looked as smart as he had been during the meeting. Now, he only appeared confused, even blank.

Darren had spent almost all of his savings to secure this document. At first, he had hesitated, wondering if it was worth the sacrifice. Afterward, however, he had decided that it was. He had always been and was still determined to defeat Jacob.

He asked Harlan to fetch him some alcohol. Getting drunk would free him from all his worries, he figured.

As ordered, Harlan left, and when he returned, he brought several cans of beer with him. Darren took one can, opened it, and drank all of its contents in one go.

He sat at the table and looked up at the ceiling. Once more, he got lost in his thoughts. A voice in his head asked, 'Was it really worth it?'

He then proceeded to empty another can. Darren, who had always been good at holding his liquor, felt a little dizzy now, after just two cans of beer.

All of a sudden, a scene formed in his mind. In this scene, Jacob was looking dow

some rest first?" he offered.

Darren shook his head and said, "I'm fine. It's just that I didn't sleep well last night. I've been thinking about how things are going at the KING Group."

"Here we are!" Harlan drove the black car toward the gate and parked it there. Seconds after turning off the engine, he climbed out of the car and opened the door for Darren.

The car that had just parked by the gate attracted the female employees' attention.

A man wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of dark sunglasses got out of the car. He had a cool expression on his face. Everyone who saw this whispered among themselves. They all wondered who this person was.

Darren paid no mind to the gazes from everyone around him. Without a word, he strode into the building.

He looked around him. The magnificent gate and the hall with its high ceilings were as elegant as he remembered them to be.

Everything looked exactly like it had been in the past.

Just like before, he headed straight to the elevator that was exclusively for the CEO's use, but he was stopped halfway by the receptionist.

"Good morning, sir. Who may I direct you to?" she asked.

Darren studied the woman standing in front of him. He had never seen her before. He thought that perhaps this woman had been recruited after he had left the company.

He took his sunglasses off, looked at the woman, and said slowly, emphasizing every word, "From this day onward, I am the CEO of the KING Group and the biggest shareholder of this company. Remember my name⁠—Darren."