Chapter 6 The Manager Picks A Fight

• Before, Hugo found Cassandra somewhat attractive, but today, no matter how he looked at Cassandra, he found her displeasing. He opened the car door, chased Cassandra out, and left her alone by the roadside.
• Cassandra stood alone on the bustling street, her mind filled with confusion. She was thinking about Dominic, whom she had just encountered at the hotel. Wasn't Dominic always a courier? How could he afford to patronize such a luxurious place like the Royal Pier Hotel?
• Could it be that Dominic really struck it rich? Cassandra also harbored some doubts in her heart, even wavering a bit, but she quickly dismissed these thoughts.
• That's impossible!
• Back in the day, Dominic had to sleep on the streets just to make ends meet with his part-time jobs. His meals were basically plain water and bread. How could he suddenly become so wealthy? His visit to the Royal Pier Hotel today must be a case of him trying to keep up appearances, or perhaps he's using a voucher given to him by a client.
• Indeed, that must be the case!
• Thinking about her past with Hugo, Cassandra couldn't help but feel a wave of melancholy. Even when she was with Dominic, she was no longer the innocent girl she once was, let alone when she was with Hugo. To a playboy like Hugo, she was nothing more than a fleeting novelty.
• During his senior year, he managed to win me over, and we've been together for over a year now. He's probably getting tired of me. So, what should I do in the future? Should I settle down and marry a decent person?
• However, Cassandra, who had been living with Hugo, had grown accustomed to the glitz and glamour of their lifestyle. Could she truly settle down and live a simple life? Frustrated and agitated, Cassandra hailed a taxi on the street and headed toward her home.
• Meanwhile, on the other side, Hugo in the car had dialed a number. “Leopard, it's me, Hugo!”
• Immediately, a respectful voice came from the other end of the phone. “Ah, it's you, Mr. Campbell. Greetings, Mr. Campbell... Please let me know what you need. I, Leopard, guarantee to handle it perfectly for you!”
• Leopard was a notorious ruffian in Sloummont, previously one of The Four Titans under the command of Vaughn. Although societal norms had improved, Leopard and his crew had essentially retired from their old ways. As one of The Four Titans who was under Vaughn, he was still working in Vaughn's security company.
• Normally, he would take on some “side jobs,” often helping to smooth out minor issues.
• Hugo said with a grim expression, “I want someone beaten up. His name is Dominic Lloyd. He's a university graduate from Sloummont University, working at a courier company... Just don't kill him...”
• Leopard promptly responded, “No problem! Rest assured, Mr. Campbell. I will certainly handle it properly for you!”
• Hugo hung up the phone, scoffing coldly. “A mere Dominic dares to pull the wool over my eyes? Just wait and see how I deal with you! I'll have you fired from the courier company tomorrow!”
• With this in mind, Hugo dialed another number. “Mr. Wendt, are you familiar with Grand Express? Yes, the branch in Sloummont. Do you know anyone there? Help me fire someone...”
• At that moment, Dominic, who had just entered the hotel room, looked around. His gaze fell upon the genuine leather couch, the 4D plasma projection TV that was as large as a wall, and the woolen carpet that covered the floor...
• Is this the legendary five-star hotel they talk about?
• Dominic felt that all of this was too surreal. Previously, he wouldn't even dare to dream about staying in a hotel that cost a thousand. But now, Dominic was truly standing in this room. This room, for tonight, belonged entirely to Dominic.
• This scene, this atmosphere... If only there were a beautiful woman, it would be even better. In that fleeting moment, Dominic thought of his wife, Cherilyn...
• However, in the next moment, Dominic could not contain his excitement. Without even taking off his courier uniform, he leaped onto the king-sized bed. He sprawled out on the bed, relishing the softness of the large mattress.
• Tears welled up uncontrollably once again. Was all of this really happening?
• Is it really real?
• Dominic was truly terrified by his poverty. In disbelief, Dominic scattered a bag full of banknotes. Seeing the bed covered in banknotes, Dominic finally confirmed it.
• He really had money now. Perhaps the past year had been too oppressive, or maybe it was the past twenty years that had been too stifling. There lay Dominic, sprawled on the bed, clutching a pile of banknotes, still dressed in his courier uniform, as he drifted off into a deep sleep.
• The soft light spilled onto the bed, illuminating a somewhat comical scene. He felt a bit awkward, yet there was a touch of heartache.
• It was an indescribable feeling.
• Early the next morning, Dominic was jolted awake by his phone's alarm. Glancing at the time, it was already six thirty in the morning. Dominic was instantly filled with a sense of urgency. “D*mn it! I'm about to be late for work! If that Wicked Wyatt catches me, he'll dock me two hundred for not being punctual!”
• Wicked Wyatt was Wyatt Sullivan, the general manager of the courier company Dominic was working in. He was a balding middle-aged man with a fat face and large ears and had a greasy appearance. He wore a pair of glasses, and his lecherous eyes always seemed to be leering at women's backsides.
• Dominic had no fondness whatsoever for this old geezer, but for the sake of survival, he had no choice but to lower his head.
• Even though Dominic knew that he had become a scion, hadn't his father also said it? He couldn't just sit around and do nothing. He still needed to go to work when it was time to work.
• As for the path ahead, Dominic hadn't quite figured it out yet. Moreover, having Dominic do nothing but idle around, living off others, was something he wasn't really accustomed to.
• Let's make the next move once everything has been carefully thought through!
• The company had scheduled a gathering at seven twenty, and although Dominic hurried, he was still more than ten minutes late. Just as he had parked his bicycle, Wyatt, the balding man, emerged with a roll of documents in his hand. He began to berate Dominic, “Dominic, do you not want to work anymore? You're always late, lacking discipline and organization... I'm deducting two hundred from your perfect attendance bonus...”