“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.
“He’s cutting flesh off me piece by piece! He’s got to be doing this on purpose!”
In comparison to being crushed instantly, true torment was what Prince was currently going through. This slow game of cat and mouse was what pushed a person toward desperation and eventually go off the deep end.
Prince had lost a good few kilograms over the pasta week, and he was moments away from mentally breaking down.
“Perhaps we should give up, Your Highness. We’ve endured an entire week of hitting the limit down and our share price is only 30% of what it used to be a week ago. We’re going to have to exit the market if this continues.”
A trader mustered the courage to say.
Prince’s head snapped over and he stared at the trader icily. Grabbing a glass next to him, he flung it at the trader’s head.
The trader yelped and fell onto the floor with a hand covering his bleeding head.
“It’s all of your faults, you useless pieces of trash! You’re the reason I’ve lost so badly!”
Prince roared angrily.
He could almost imagine how he would become a laughing stock, doomed to be viewed as an idiot by countless people after this war.
This fury and humiliation was not something Prince could endure, especially considering how arrogant the man had always been.
He did not mind losing, so long as it was not to Jasper.
This concept had become a nightmare of his.
Staring at Prince, who seemed to have gone mad, the already quiet room turned deathly silent. No one dared to speak lightly anymore.
Prince heaved and fell onto the sofa. He clenched his jaw and said, “I still have a villa in Swallow Capital that’ll sell for at least ten million. Sell it, immediately contact someone and sell it for me. I can sell it slightly cheaper but I need the money immediately!”
“I don’t care if I sell all the assets under my name. I can get all of this back once my dad returns. I still am the crown prince of Clear Seas! No one can look down on me!”
Just as Prince arranged to contact someone to sell off his assets again, someone knocked on his door.
