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    Mr. Hicks, the manager of Champs Elys Resort, stood in utter shock at the chaotic scene unfolding before him.


    He was baffled by the events, and his guards were equally perplexed, frozen in ce as they processed the situation.


    “Uncle Rhodes, please stop! What on earth is happening?” Marcus cried out in desperation.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Albert, filled with rage, stamped his foot down on Marcus’s face, growling, “Marcus Lloyd, you think you’re so powerful and important because I treat you like family, don’t you? Who gave you the right to act so arrogant?”


    Terrified, Marcus begged, “Uncle Rhodes, why are you so angry? Just tell me what I can do to make it right!”


    With a swift kick, Albert cursed, “Master Wade is my savior, my hero, but you, you ungrateful brat, dared to insult him! Go to hell!”


    In that moment, Marcus realized he had crossed a line. He pleaded, “I’m so sorry, Uncle Rhodes! I didn’t mean to offend Master Wade. Please forgive me! I’ll make it up to him!”<fne74b> Content originallyes from find{n}ovel</fne74b>


    Albert sneered at Marcus’s shiny new Maserati, saying, “Oh, look at you, driving a fancy car. That must make you feel important, huh? Guys, destroy his car! I want to hear it get crushed!”


    “You got it, boss!” cheered the men in ck behind Albert as they picked up clubs and started smashing the Maserati.


    A terrified woman inside the car screamed and bolted out.


    At first nce, Albert could tell she was not someone decent. He barked orders, “Get that stic girl over here and make her kneel!”


    The men quickly grabbed her and forced her to the ground.


    “What are you doing? I have millions of fans on Facebook! I’ll expose all of you!” she shouted, clearly agitated.


    Albert, unfazed, pped her across the face, causing her already altered nose to dent. “A wannabe Inte star thinks she can threaten me? Do you even know who I am?”


    “Who cares who you are, you old creep?” she shot back defiantly.


    Marcus was taken aback. “Are you out of your mind? He’s Don Albert!”


    After retreating to her car, she began taking selfies with the steering wheel, oblivious to the turmoil outside. But upon hearing Don Albert’s name, she froze in fear. “Don Albert, I… I’m so sorry! If I’d known it was you, I wouldn’t have talked back!”


    Albert demanded, “Unlock your phone and hand it over!”


    Unsure of his intentions but not daring to refuse, sheplied. After all, he was the notorious king of Aurous Hill’s underworld.


    Albert took her phone, opened Facebook Live, and pointed the camera at her face, saying, “Look at the camera and say, ‘I am a f*cking sl*ut who flirts with rich kids’—ten times!”


    Terrified at the thought of going live, she begged, “Please, Don Albert, don’t do this… My fans will see!”


    “You don’t want to say it?” Albert replied, signaling to his men. “Boys, tie her up and take her to my KTV lounge. She’ll be our hostess for three years. If she tries to escape, make sure she pays.”


    “Yes, boss!” they responded eagerly.


    As she cried and pleaded, “No, please! Alright, I’ll say it! I’ll do it…”


    Albert turned the camera back to her, his tone icy. “Say it now!”


    Tears streamed down her face, ruining her makeup as she stammered, “I’m a f*cking sl*ut who flirts with rich kids…”


    After repeating the phrase ten times, Albert ended the live broadcast and posted the video on her profile as a permanent fixture before smashing her phone to the ground, shattering it into pieces.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>


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