INCEPTION.....

CHAPTER 4

My useless older brother gets crushed in new ways every day by Sailub, who has just taken over.

As for me, I was still caught up in how to win over Davika, completely ignoring Sailub as a rising star and only seeing him as a rival in love.

"I heard Sailub always has a 'white moonlight. Ever since he took over, he's been looking for them everywhere, flipping the whole Bangkok City upside down. "But the info he's giving is strange. He says things like they love oranges, wear flashy jackets, smoke and drink, and have a mole on their waist...

"It sounds more like a man than a 'white' moonlight."

The driver was gossiping about Sailub's info.

Huh, so he's not Davika's dedicated second lead anymore.

I couldn't help but laugh because, just recently, his 'black moonlight' had given him a good beating.

I was curious, though. What would his reaction be when he finds out his 'white moonlight' is actually his arch-enemy?
......

The next day, the company needed a representative to bid for a piece of land.

My second brother, Aonn, sneered and gave the job to me. He claimed I'd been fooling around for too long and needed an opportunity
to toughen up.

After the meeting, Secretary Benz glanced at the competition list and gasped.

"Mr. Thanapon, maybe we should let someone else handle this project..."

"Nonsense!"

I snatched the project plan from him.

"Starting today, I'm going to teach our dear little Sailub how to be a decent human being again!"

The bidding was set for the afternoon, two days later.

I didn't even have time for lunch. I worked all night to get the information ready and rushed over.

On the other side of the meeting table sat someone in a well-tailored suit, exuding the usual cold and sharp demeanor, his eyes filled with indifference.

"Thanapon?"

When he saw me, his brows furrowed, and he got up abruptly, walking right up to me.

Then he raised his hand...

And straightened the collar of my deep V-neck shirt.

"Why's your collar so low? Trying to be provocative?"

Ha, I laughed in disbelief.

Without hesitation, I grabbed his tie, pulled him closer, and whispered with a smirk, "I'm being provocative just for you, little prude Don't. You. Like it?"
.......

I swear I only said that to gross him out.

And Sailub was indeed disgusted, stepping back as if electrocuted, and returned to his seat.

After sitting down, I intentionally fiddled with my collar, tugging it lower and lower.

This action made Sailub's face turn pale and red in alternating waves, as if someone had slapped him.

Haha, hilarious!

With the experience from my past life, the bidding process went smoothly.

But after his first failed bid, Sailub didn't explode in a fit of rage.

There wasn't even a trace of disappointment on his face, let alone the frustration of a defeated man.

...Damn it!