MTL - My Money Kingdom - Chapter 63 : Do not follow the routine (seeking a monthly pass, seeking a recommendation, seeking a collection)

“Take it off.” In less than two minutes, he ripped off my short skirt and pinned me down on the bed. To get an Alpha to agree to collaborate with my father's company, I, as the bargaining chip, slept with this cold and ruthless Alpha. I thought that night would be the end of our encounter, but later on, I was forced to become his breeder. As time passed, I unexpectedly developed other expectations for him. Freedom was my only hope. However, I then learned that once I gave birth to the child, he would kill me. So I fled. When we met again, I was no longer the timid girl I used to be. I had become stronger and more beautiful. He regretted it and pleaded, “Don't go, Tori!”Bye, My Ruthless Alpha is created by Cynthia Lance, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The young man of the Qin Residence, Qin Qing, suffered a brutal betrayal by his beloved, his Martial Soul was consumed.Yet, by a twist of fate, his Soul Palace was rebuilt, and the Dragon Soul awoke within him.From then on, the young Qin Qing stepped out of Tianjue City, Sky Stepping the proud sons of heavens and defying fate, he overpowered his contemporaries, ascending to the pinnacle of Martial Arts one step at a time.

Qiao Shao, who worked hard to stay up all night and study, was first in class — if you count from the bottom.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.