They Will Regret Taking What's Mine

Sean's label as [Emperor] came into effect almost immediately. He received a call the next day from a rich heir to invite him to attend a private party he had been trying his hardest to get invited to.

"Did you see that? That's fate!" Sean paced back and forth excitedly in the living room after taking the cool. The label [Emperor] on his forehead seemed to become even brighter.

Mona looked at him with admiration, as if he were a God. "I knew it! I've always known that you were meant for great things!"

Sean enjoyed her adulation while looking at me like he was pitying me. "Get the car, Cole. You're coming with me tonight." He gave the tie, which came with the expensive suit I purchased for him, a tug. "Wait for me at the door later, don't follow me inside. It would be embarrassing for a [Loafer] to appear at such an event.

"You'll just stick out like a sore thumb and spoil my luck."

Mona agreed, "Sean's right, Honey. You should just stay outside. You won't be able to handle all those renowned personalities in there. Sean and I will pack some good food for you once the event is over."

She spoke as if cajoling a naughty child, but I nodded stoically.

The car was parked at the doors of the glamorous club, and Sean and Mona held each other's arms as they entered the party with flair.

I sat inside the car as I watched them enter the club like two moths flying into fire. The first curse of [The Last Emperor] was that one would rise as quickly as they fell. Fate would give him numerous windfalls before pushing him into a never-ending abyss of misery.

After waiting for about two hours, Sean called me on the phone. He could not suppress the joy in his voice, and he sounded slightly drunk. "Get in here, Cole! I'm rich, damn it!"

I entered the club, and a waiter led me to a private room filled with cigar smoke. Sean was sitting at a huge card table with a bright look. The [Emperor] label on his forehead glittered under the crystal lights, making him look like he was enveloped in a dreamy reflection.

A small mountain of chips was stacked in front of him, while Mona stood behind him, her face red from excitement as she massaged his shoulders. Opposite Sean was a middle-aged man with the label [Tycoon] on his forehead. He looked green in the face, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Looks like this is my lucky night, Mr. Wagner." Sean smiled as he flung the last card onto the table. "I win."

The [Tycoon], Mr. Wagner, stared at the label [Emperor] on Sean's head with fear in his eyes, but he let out a long sigh at the end and stood up. "Good game, Mr. Chetman. I'll transfer the 30 million to you first thing tomorrow morning."

Sean laughed as he stood up to pat John Wagner on the shoulder. "You're much too kind, Mr. Wagner. I still need a lot of your help in the future." He was acting as if John were his subordinate.

John said nothing. He had a dark look on his face when he left with his men.

Everyone else in the private room crowded around Sean as they showered him with flattery.

"You're a man destined for great things, Mr. Chetman!"

"The [Emperor] fate is amazing!"

"We'll be depending on you for our livelihood, Mr. Chetman!"

Sean was on cloud nine as he enjoyed the attention. He drunkenly hugged Mona and glanced across the crowd, and his gaze stopped at me. He pointed at me and announced to everyone, "Let me introduce this man to all of you. That's my driver, Cole Fuller."

He paused and suddenly laughed bad-naturedly, "He used to be an [Emperor] too!"

Everyone turned silent as they looked up at my gray [Loafer] label. After that, everyone burst out laughing.

"Huh? Him? The [Loafer]?"

"You're such a joker, Mr. Chetman!"

"Is his [Emperor] label still asleep? This is such a joke!"

Mona stood next to Sean as she watched me being made fun of by everyone. She did not sympathize with me at all, but looked proud of Sean, as if my embarrassment had proven that she had made the 'right' choice.

Sean was very happy with the results. He came up to me and patted my face with the chip in his hand. It was deeply humiliating. "Do you see this, Cole? This is what an [Emperor] should be like. As for you…" He leaned in close to my ear and said in a low voice that only both of us could hear, "You're only good enough to be a dog."

I watched him gloat while intoxicated and said calmly. "Mr. Wagner's label is [Tycoon], but the quiet young man standing next to him has the label [Grand Master]. You won that round of cards because it's a trap set for you."

Sean's smile froze.