บททั้งหมดของ The Rise of Marvin Rock: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

If Marvin could get away with beating Raymond to a bloody pulp without facing any legal consequences, he genuinely would have pummeled Raymond's face to a pulp—perhaps even to death. However, a brawl would only bring him misery. If even a single punch landed on Raymond's face, the police and the Harvard family's elite defense lawyers would descend upon the Winston residence tonight without a shadow of a doubt. Everyone in the house had been utterly astounded by Marvin's words all evening. They were anxious, jittery, and terrified that members of the Harvard family would soon arrive to slap them with devastating lawsuits. “Before we wait for tomorrow, let's settle our business first, Raymond!” Marvin said, lifting his shoe and holding out the sole. “I hope it tastes like chocolate. You surely like chocolate, don't you?” Raymond Harvard was startled, his eyes widening in shock. Veins thudded against his forehead as his anger reached a boiling point. “You! How insolent!” he growled, s

Marvin bid farewell to his in-laws. “Father, Mother, I must take my leave. If there is anything you need, please don't hesitate to call me.” He walked over to hug Axel. “You’ll be heading back to the dorms tomorrow, brother. Take good care of yourself, and hurry up and become a professor!” Next, he approached Russel and offered a handshake, but Russel coldly turned his head away. “Russel, if my behavior earlier was a bit too much and upset you, I apologize. Regardless, you are still my brother-in-law. Never be afraid of the Harvard family! If you ever need another allotment of crude oil, just let me know!” Marvin took his wife's hand and promptly led her away, walking with calm, commanding composure all the way out of the villa. The night was pitch black, and just as they climbed into the car for the drive back to the Rock estate, heavy rain began to pour. Inside the car, Gennifer rested her head on her husband’s shoulder and murmured, “I just hope nothing bad happens to you later,

The multi-billion-dollar cash flow over the past few days was a secret known only to Marvin and his family. Even the government remained completely unaware of it, primarily because all the investors and customers originated from overseas; not a single one came from Chemisland. Although the production plant for the MR-25 was still under construction, Marvin and his family could already catch the rich aroma of overwhelming wealth. The massive deposits of Glorisium buried deep beneath their family-owned land were poised to propel the Rock family to the absolute summit of Chemisland's wealth, easily dethroning the Harvard and Wilmer families. Early this morning, Ethelyne Wilmer, the young secretary of The Oxy, arrived at the office of Rock Electra's elite executive, Marvin Rock. “Thank you for the warm welcome, Mr. Rock,” Ethelyne greeted amiably before taking a seat opposite Marvin. Ethelyne was strikingly gorgeous, though the inner corners of her brows slanted slightly downward towar

A few days prior, a coalition of Gloriston University students had submitted formal petitions to the government and relevant authorities, announcing plans for a massive protest in front of the presidential office building in downtown Gloriston. Today, that protest materialized in full force. Over five hundred students flooded the plaza outside the administration building. “Cut down on coal consumption!” “We want clean air in Chemisland!” “Stop global warming!” “The voice of the students is the voice of the people!” The protest was spearheaded by Harven Rockwell and backed discreetly by a presidential staff member named Hayden Rocky—who happened to be Marvin Rock's uncle. Hayden didn’t live in Gloriston; his post was based in Iron Town, but he was currently operating out of Gloriston on official assignment. Marvin had quietly lobbied his uncle to greenlight the protest, setting the stage for Hayden to act as a crucial bridge between the student coalition and government leadership

Derick grabbed his head and let out a groan of pure exasperation. “Good grief! You’re giving us a massive headache, Marvin. Wasn't it enough that you humiliated us for a full year? Now you're just spouting utter nonsense!” Naturally, they were furious; while the Winston family was limping along on the verge of collapse, Marvin was pushing to install Gennifer—who lacked heavy corporate management experience—straight into the company's executive secretary position. Even Gennifer was shocked. “Marvin, I did have a desire to work at Winsoil for the sake of my family back then, but I'm simply not qualified.” Marvin immediately countered, “It’s not that you aren't qualified, Gennifer, it's that your family refuses to believe in you. If they just gave you a shred of trust and let you learn the ropes, I'm certain you could grow and become an indispensable pillar of Winsoil.” In the eyes of her father and eldest brother, Gennifer had always been heavily underestimated. Despite her stellar ac