F-rank Fortune Hunter Novels & Stories

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Chapter 46 The city lights shimmered like a thousand distant eyes, but inside Rosette’s penthouse, the tension was suffocating. The dossiers she had prepared were spread across the table, each one a carefully constructed weapon meant to dismantle her father’s empire piece by piece. She moved between them with precision, checking details, ensuring nothing could be traced back to her before the strike.

] [People like you deserve to die! [Give the money back!] To get revenge, Kevin even silently helped in aggravating the situation. He hired large numbers of people with fake accounts, determined to ruin my reputation completely.

If anything, it only deepened their grudge. Soon, a slew of new rumors began to slowly spread through the company, and they were even crueler and less savory than before. "Ms. Slater isn't some exceptionally capable wunderkind. She's just Mr. Larson's secret lover!" "No wonder she was hired without having to go through probation! Guess she's just exceptionally good at pillow talk!" "I heard she was willing to do anything to climb the ranks. Noah broke up with her after he discovered the truth, you know, but she was one step ahead of him and took her revenge."

He wondered what it was about Scarlett that had suddenly ignited something within him. He was a successful businessman and had only begun to amass huge success in Fintech in the past two years. He was insistent on building a dynasty and accumulating a fortune in the tech world that would set him up and his generation for life. His fame had made him rank as one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. There was a unique feature about him. He was humble to the core, and one that did not know him well would not know that he filled his tank in the station, or picked out his groceries in the mall. He drove a simple Mustang and lived in a maisonette that seemed just enough for him. He worked s