Sam Yap barked out evil laughter from his vile mouth while he was smoking his tobacco like a villain in a princess’s story. I wouldn’t be that princess, though. I’m a fucking queen!

“Shares? What a foolish man you are to believe that,” I coldly said.

“What?” he muttered.

Before he could even grasp what I was saying, the door aggressively opened. A man was seen catapulted to the floor. I stood up to look at the bleeding man nonchalantly. I heard Sam Yap fall from his chair ...