All Chapters of Journey to Supremacy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Troy... Let's just go. I… I don't want to be here. Everything is so expensive. There's a clothing mall back near our place. We can go there instead."Troy froze for a moment, his gaze turning complicated.What Irene was talking about was a small, local market in the old town. It was filled with street vendors, selling clothes and shoes for a few dollars each. Troy realized that Irene was trying to save him money. His nose tingled, and his eyes started to burn with emotion."Irene, I have plenty of money now. And besides, this entire mall is mine. You can have anything you want," he said, gently grabbing her hand and leading her confidently into the luxury shopping center.As she watched Troy walk ahead, Irene felt deeply moved. She thought that perhaps Troy really had made money over the past three years, but there was no way he could afford to buy this place. After all, this mall was worth millions! She figured Troy's words were just meant to ease her worries. Irene didn't

Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. "It really is you! You just disappeared three years ago—where have you been all this time?"Troy smiled. "Some things were going on, and I didn't have time to say goodbye. I've been away, but I just got back to Silverton a couple of days ago.""I see. Well, it's good to have you back."Cameron smiled knowingly, taking a moment to study Troy. When her gaze landed on his shabby clothes, she paused for a moment, her expression faltering slightly. It seemed Troy didn't have it easy these past few years. Cameron averted her eyes quickly, pretending she hadn't noticed, and gave him another smile. "By the way, I haven't asked—who's this with you? Your sister?"Troy grinned. "Yep, my sister. I brought her here to shop for some clothes.""Well, why aren't you going inside? I've seen you standing out here for a while now."Troy glanced at the saleswoman nearby and shook his head. "This saleswoman said she won't serve us.""Won't serve you?" Camero

In the small courtyard, Gordon and May were sitting helplessly by the door, while two people stood inside. It was Fiona, the same woman from earlier that day. Beside her stood her son, Roger Larson.Years ago, Fiona had divorced and raised her son on her own, so Roger took his mother's last name. Now, Roger stood there glaring at Troy's parents.His voice was filled with anger as he shouted, "Didn't you hear me talking to you two? Apologize to my mom, right now!"Gordon and May exchanged a glance, then sighed deeply. May turned to Fiona. "Don't you think Roger's going a bit too far? What's this all about, asking us to apologize? The way I see it, you two were in the wrong today."Fiona was furious, and her voice shook with anger. "May, don't push your luck! Don't you remember what your son did to me today? You'd better apologize for that, or we're not leaving!"May's lips trembled with fury. "But you insulted Troy first! Why should we apologize?"Troy, standing outside the co

Gordon glanced at Troy before tapping his tobacco pipe thoughtfully. "Have you sorted out your work situation yet?" he asked.Troy grinned. "I don't need to work."Gordon hesitated for a moment before saying, "Well, you still need to find a job. Otherwise, the neighbors will start gossiping. I know you might have some money, but a man can't just sit around all day, right? Do you remember your Uncle Terence?"Troy blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah, I remember him. Isn't he in business?"Gordon smiled. "He is. He got into business a few years ago and made a bit of money. Now, his business is really growing. If you're interested, I can talk to him and see if he can help you out. Also, he has some connections in Silverton. His daughter is working at one of the hospitals there as a doctor. I'll ask him if he can pull a few strings for you."Troy chuckled, shaking his head. "To be honest, I don't need a job, and money's not an issue. If I really wanted a job, I could even be the mayo

The old man at the stall was dressed in a rough burlap tunic. The sign above his booth read, [Fortune Telling].Troy instantly saw through this as a typical scam. Grinning, he walked over to the old man without hesitation and asked, "How about selling me this sign?" The old man squinted suspiciously at Troy, frowning. "You brat! This sign is my livelihood. I can't just sell it to you. Move along."Troy smiled, and casually pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. "I'll give you 200 bucks if you sell it to me. If you won't sell, I'll just leave." The old man's expression immediately shifted. His face brightened, and he chuckled, "Well, well! Young friend, you're so generous. Since you're so sincere, take it. It's all yours."The old man eagerly grabbed the cash and quickly stepped aside to clear the stall. Troy grinned. He walked to the booth, picked up a brush, and wrote several large characters on the sign. [I Can Answer and Solve Everything in the Universe!]The call