The younger girl frowned, as if not quite understanding her mother''s intention. "Bring her under me?"


    Mrs. Brown nodded. "Right. Listen, Dixie, although mom is now together with your dad, I''ve fucked my fair share of girls in college. Even in a girl on girl rtionship, there''s almost always one person who''s more dominant. And I''m not talking about just ''in bed''."


    Dixie''s face was nk.


    Her mother couldn''t help but roll her eyes. "What''s with that dumb face? All I''m saying is you gotta fuck her before she fucks you! Is that so hard to understand?"


    The young girl''s face turned red with both shame and anger. "Firstly… don''t talk about her like that! And second… I-Isn''t that… the same thing?"


    Mrs. Brown sighed. Maybe her own daughter was the only moron who didn''t know such basic things in this day and age. What was she even doing on the inte?


    Anyway, as her mother, it was still her duty to ''teach'' Dixie what she didn''t know. "No it''s not… Daughter-inw doesn''t seem to have much experience, but she''s clearly already sexually frustrated! She probably didn''t know what to do, and you could have easily fucked her into submission then and there. But that look in her eyes… Her sex drive is insane, and you''ll definitely get cucked if you keep going like this."


    Dixie''s response was of course, exactly as she expected.


    "D-Don''t say that about—"


    Mrs. Brown rolled her eyes. "Your princess? Yeah yeah, I get it. I swear, if I wasn''t totally disinterested in a girl almost two decades younger than me, I would have fucked her just to show you how it''s done! And going by how—"


    "MOM!"


    Mrs. Brown sighed as she watched her daughter storm off in a fury. ''Hah… she''s hopeless…''


    ==========


    Meanwhile, in a different part of the city, a middle aged man was currently flinging all the files and folders in his office to the ground in a fit of rage.


    ''SHIT, fucking son of a BITCH! How could this happen?!''


    Wasn''t it supposed to be just a small favor for Mr. ck? Howe even he was under an audit now? And most importantly…


    ''Why the fuck is this guy not picking up?!''


    Just as he wasining in his heart, however, the call was finally answered. "Mr. ck, thank god, I—"


    But the voice that rang out from the other end was clearly not that of Mr. ck. "My apologies,missioner. This is Mr. ck''s secretary speaking. Since he''s very busy at the moment, he''s unable to take your call for a while."


    The man suppressed all the curses that seemed to burst forth in his heart, and tried his best to remain calm. "O-Oh, is that so, I understand. No problem. J-Just, could you get him to call me back as soon as he can? Tell him it''s urgent."


    The secretary seemed to hesitate for a few moments before he responded. "I''m afraid he''ll remain quite busy tonight,missioner. But I will certainly convey your request to him tomorrow morning."


    Remain busy for tonight? Didn''t that just mean he was fucking some whore? Was that more important than his career?!


    If Mr. ck kept dying like this… wouldn''t he have already lost everything before long?!


    "Y-You—"


    However, before he could get another word in, the call disconnected, and any further attempts were only met with an unavable tone.


    "Fuck! This two headed snake! I should have known he''ll turn his back on me!"


    After kicking and screaming for almost half an hour, the despondent man copsed on the ground with his back against the wall, all his energypletely exhausted. "If I ever figure out which bastard dared to file thatint, I''m gonna fucking skin him alive!"


    But his situation was too desperate right now. He couldn''t just bide his time and wait for a chance to get revenge, because he''ll be ruined long before that ever happens.


    He knew he had picked the wrong side.


    Themissioner knew there was only one way out, and it involved a certain rival of his dear ''friend'' Mr. ck.


    "Well, he can''t me me for being ruthless, who told him to push me this far!"


    ==========


    If Mr. ck knew that dealing with Amos had pushed one of his staunchest allies in the department of justice to the other side, he would definitely pummel his son into the ground once again.


    Unfortunately, he had already told his secretary to push any non-emergencies to the next day, because he considered setting the future direction for his heir''s growth far more important than anything else.


    "You''ve been disgraced and humiliated again and again… do you not feel ashamed?"


    Amos gritted his teeth, but remained silent.


    "Well, putting that aside for now, how could you allow yourself to be singled out from almost everyone in your generation, Amos? Do you not understand the importance of having allies willing to be your hands and eyes? Do you n to do every little thing by yourself in the future?"


    "N-No, dad, I know all of it. I''ll definitely—"


    "There''s no point, now. It takes time to gain people''s loyalty voluntarily, but you need some helping hands immediately, or you''ll continue to be suppressed just like this every time you show your face in front of the White family''s daughter."


    Although the hero''s face turned dark, he also realized what this bastard father of his was saying wasn''t far from the truth. "What should I do, then?"


    "Nothing. What can you even do? Just sit and wait, I''ll make some arrangements."


    Mr. ck spent the next two hours making calls to his ''friends'', and one by one, ten portfolios were faxed over to him in the middle of the night.


    Amos stared nkly at the stack of documents his father had handed him.


    "These will be your most loyal assistants in the future. Don''t worry, I have all their lifelines in my hand. If they dare disobey or disappoint you in the future, simply let my secretary know, and they''ll be made an example of to show what the ''ck Tiger'' means."


    Amos flipped through the pages, and realized that each of them contained the ''profile'' of a different student, all from his own school.


    "This should have been your own responsibility, because you need to start honing your skill of gathering allies while you''re still young, otherwise you will never be able to lead ck Tiger to glory in the future."


    Amos clenched his fist.


    "Unfortunately, you have already shown your ipetence to the world, and I don''t feel like leaving you to your own devices is wise at this point. So take this boost I gave you."


    The tall, buff man clutched his son''s shoulder, making the boy look up, some fear unconsciously creeping into his eyes, making Mr. ck smile. "Know when to lower your pride to preserve thest of your dignity, and know when to give up your dignity to preserve your life. Haven''t I always taught you… it''s never toote for a gentleman''s revenge?"


    How could Amos forget? Of course he remembered.. And one day, he''ll ''demonstrate'' that to this bastard father of his, first hand.