chapter 16 Scar Man ===

Tarip was filled with hatred, but he couldn't understand why he kept farting without feeling any discomfort in his stomach. It was strange. He had truly lost face today. For now, he needed to leave as soon as possible.
As everyone watched Tarip's embarrassed figure leaving, when had the mighty Chairman Nadia ever been so humiliated?
After Tarip left, after a while, the foul smell in the air finally disappeared. The crowd let go of their hands covering their noses and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling incredibly relieved.
It was supposed to be Corentin who would flee in embarrassment, but it turned out to be Tarip. This was something that no one had expected, and it felt like there was something eerie about the basketball arena tonight. Otherwise, how could Tarip keep farting non-stop?
And they never suspected Corentin, the poor second-generation.
Corentin looked at Elara. "Miss Elara, should you thank me for my cooperation now?"
Elara was still in shock. The events just now were too bizarre, and she hadn't fully recovered.
Corentin's words snapped her back to reality, and her face turned red. "Hmph, you're still feeling proud. Tarip will definitely seek revenge on you. You should find a place to hide and not leave for the next six months."
It turned out that this girl just wanted to scare him. Corentin smiled. "When the enemy comes, we will meet them head-on. What is there to be afraid of?"
"You…" Elara didn't know what to say. How can a poor second-generation like you compete with a rich second-generation?
"Elara, did you invite me to this dance just to watch this farce?" Mirela stood up from the sofa and spoke indifferently.
Elara's face turned red, and she whispered, "Mirela, I didn't expect this situation to happen." After speaking, she turned her head and glared at Corentin.
This left Corentin somewhat puzzled. What does this have to do with me?
When she saw Mirela about to leave, Elara became anxious and said, "Mirela, everyone in the student union really wants to meet you. We hope you can share some insights as the CEO of Soaring Group and inspire us to study!"
"Yes, Senior, please share with us," all the members of the student union eagerly said.
At this moment, Mirela stopped in her tracks. After hesitating for a moment, she walked straight to the stage. She took a microphone from a female student and spoke softly, "Since I am your senior, let's have a chat. I'm not a genius either. I started from the bottom of the company, understanding its development and overview step by step. The saying goes, ‘The early bird catches the worm.' As long as you put in effort, you will reap rewards. As university students from a prestigious school, you shouldn't just focus on textbook knowledge. You need practical experience and an understanding of the value of each field of work to enrich your own experiences."
Mirela remained calm and composed, showing no signs of nervousness. As she spoke, she shared profound life lessons, and everyone admired her words.
Whoever said that Mirela became the CEO of Soaring Group because of her father is completely wrong. She worked her way up from the grassroots level, step by step. Otherwise, how could she manage such a large company so well?
In the dark night with strong winds, Mirela, Corentin, and Elara walked out of the campus. Elara looked excited. "Mirela, you spoke so well. It was worth all the trouble I went through to invite you."
"Go bring the car over," Mirela handed the car keys to Elara, who then walked towards the nearby Land Rover parked by the roadside.
After Elara left, Mirela spoke seriously, "The trick just now, was it your doing?"
Corentin smiled. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Can you be a bit more serious in your actions and dealings?" Mirela looked at his playful expression, her face showing displeasure.
Corentin pretended to have a serious look and said, "Ms. Von, are you referring to the incident with Tarip farting? He must have learned some martial arts or something, intentionally trying to make us sick with the smell."
"..."
"You!" Mirela's cheeks flushed with anger. "You are truly hopeless!"
"Mirela, what were you talking about? Let's get in the car," Elara had already driven the car next to them. Mirela walked towards the car in a huff, with Corentin following closely behind.
Corentin smiled wryly, realizing that she wanted to ask about that. What did it mean to be beyond redemption? As a fake husband like him, did he need to meet the standards of a real husband?
"What a pretty girl!" As Mirela was about to get into the car, a few drunken hooligans approached from a distance. Their hair was dyed in various colors, and the leader was a man with a scar on his face.
The scar-faced man stared at Mirela with narrowed eyes, while the others behind him were eager to try something.
"What's the matter? Your wounds healed so quickly, and you still think you weren't beaten hard enough?" Corentin looked at the scar-faced man and sneered.
"You motherfucker..." The scar-faced man slurred his words, but as he shook his head, he saw a face with a tanned complexion, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes.
This face was probably the most unforgettable for the scar-faced man. He shivered all over and quickly pulled up his pants, ready to run back. "Run, go call the boss."
Elara and Mirela were both shocked. Why did that scar-faced man look like he had seen a ghost when he saw Corentin? Did he have to act so terrifying?
The few hooligans scattered in an instant, looking quite comical.
But how could they know that Corentin had just taught them a lesson earlier today? They came back, so they must have been directed by someone.
"Scar Brother, why did you run away?" In the distance, one of the hooligans asked in confusion.
The scar-faced man, still trembling, said, "The boss told me to teach a security guard named Brant a lesson. You know about this, right? Only I have a strong body, so I didn't end up in the hospital..."
The hooligan struggled to swallow his saliva. "You don't mean that the person just now was that very skilled security guard, do you?"
"Yes," the scar-faced man nodded. "It was him. I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes. His skills are too terrifying. Only the boss can deal with him. Hurry up and call the boss. We took someone's money, so we can't fail to deliver."
"Corentin, why aren't you getting in the car?" Mirela saw Corentin standing outside the car, hesitating to get in. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked.
Corentin spoke seriously, "I'm waiting for them to come. They said they would call their boss."
Elara felt both angry and amused. "Are you stupid? You know they're coming, so why don't you leave?"
"Things need to be resolved," Corentin said calmly. Then, his eyes flashed with a cold light as he watched the crowd in the distance approaching.