In less than six months, my new restaurant quick
cuisine.
established itself as the new benchmark in the industry, thanks to its superior service and
As for Julian Cross’s restaurant, having lost its core team and financial support, coupled with the negative publicity from the Tiffany Reed incident, it soon went out of business due to poor management.
I heard that Julian Cross, using the two hundred thousand I gave him, attempted to start some small businesses, but he lost everything, down
to his last dime.
He was used to blowing through money and had no idea how to live frugally.
Soon, he blew through his savings and couldn’t even pay his rent anymore.
Later, I heard about him from Maya.
She said that to make ends meet, he was working as a waiter in a bar, constantly smiling and serving drinks to people he once looked down
upon.
Once, he was even recognized by an old “friend” and publicly humiliated.
Maya asked me if I regretted being so ruthless.
I shook my head.
I never regretted it.
only regretted why I hadn’t seen his true colors sooner.
For over a decade, I tried to raise a wolf into a sheep.
The fact proved, a leopard can’t change its spots.
Now, I have a successful career and loyal friends.
I no longer need to live for anyone else, no longer need to bear any responsibilities that aren’t mine.
I finally live for myself.
One sunny afternoon, Maya and I were having afternoon tea in the outdoor garden of my new restaurant.
A man in a delivery uniform, riding an electric scooter, pulled up to the restaurant entrance.
He took off his helmet, revealing a haggard and weathered face.
It was Julian Cross.
He saw me, his eyes complex – shame, resentment, but more than anything, a resigned numbness.
He didn’t approach. He just glanced at me from a distance, then carried his delivery box and hurried into the building next door.
The sunlight fell on me, warm and comforting.
