Gene was a patient, stoic man thanks to his years working as a businessman, and he would not really stoop to getting petty against Cindy.

However, her words were a clear insult to Frank and his position.

"Now, now, Mr. Lawrence. Allow me to prove myself."

He held out a hand to stop Frank before he could interfere and whipped out a flashy gold card from his pocket. In fact, it was so dazzling that several Lanecorp employees' felt blinded for a moment. "What's that?" Cindy frowned in turn, not recognizing it.

"It's a custom gold card made exclusively for executives of Pearce Group. Anyone carrying this can make purchases without needing to pay within any establishment owned under our banner." Smiling, Gene then pointed at the face imprinted on the gold card. "Ms. Zonda, don't you think I resemble the person in this photo?"

"Resemble?" Cindy took the gold card, her eyes darting between the gold card and Gene's face repeatedly.

began to scowl and

smiled faintly then, asking, "So? Does that prove who I

Cindy snapped stubbornly, but her evasive gaze

Gene Pearce, the richest man on

to panic, terrified by all the insults she spat at

she did not fear Frank because her Aunt Gina had promised to go down swinging if he hurt her,

richest man on the east coast?! She was as good as

to lean against the

you're here, Mr. Lawrence! I was

hallway just then but paused when he saw Gene and hurried to greet him. "Mr. Pearce! What brings you

Zeller," Gene replied affably. "Nothing much—I'm just handing over

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