“A quarrel between children?!”
Prince let out an angry laugh.
“It’s because this is a quarrel that I have to win! Otherwise, how else am I supposed to keep my head held high when talking to others in the future?”
White Glove glanced at Prince and said calmly, “Crown Prince, the old master told you before that no one can win forever in this world.”
“Truly powerful people aren’t people that win every battle they participate in, but those who learn to stand up again after they’ve lost You’ve still got a long way before you reach that point, Crown Prince, and this is also why the old master refuses to pass his authority to you just yet.”
Prince glared at White Glove and sneered. “Since when did you have the right to teach me lessons? Don’t forget who you are. No matter how much my dad values you, you’re still nothing more than my family’s servant!”
White Glove remained calm. It was evident that he had heard similar phrases before.
“I understand, Your Highness. I won’t speak out of line again.”
White Glove bowed slightly before he took a step back, retreating further into the corner of the room.
This meant he would not interfere anymore no matter what happened to Prince on the stock market.
Even without the support of more funds, Prince refused to give up.
He thought of all the different ways of gathering funds, thinking as far as to sell quite a few estates under his name.
This would usually represent quite a bit of money, but they were insignificant in a market that involved hundreds of millions and more.
“B*stards! Jasper that son of a b*tch! He’s got to be doing this on purpose!”
A week later, Prince cursed and shouted demonically as he stared at the screen with bloodshot eyes.
“He’ll slow down the attacks so I can take a breather every time I’m about to give up, but when I put in more money, he gobbles it up immediately.
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