Maurice Hedgehog Novelas e Histórias

Did he meet some trash that he could not handle? Maurice consoled, "There's no way anything would happen to him. Have you forgotten about his skills? He must have met a few pieces of trash on the way. Even though ants are small, they're still worth something. If he killed them, he would get the skeleton badges. He might be able to get something good from them. If I met any, I would attack as well. It might waste some time, but it would be very profitable." It was not just Maurice who felt that way. Other than Jimmy, the others thought so as well. Even though they had participated in the fog battlefield to get rid of Fane, the rewards they could get were still something on their minds.

An entourage of bodyguards trailed him like shadows, one rushing to pull the door of a black Maybach. Maurice stepped inside without a word. He was the youngest billionaire in the city. A Harvard prodigy who hadn't just expanded his family’s empire, he’d built his own from the wreckage of his competitors. Two hours later, Maurice sat at the head of a mahogany boardroom table. He simply twirled a pen between his fingers while directors sweated through their presentations. His dark eyes absorbed every weakness in their plans. When the meeting ended, he retreated to his office.