Certainly! Here's the revised version of the story with the Chinese parts translated into English:
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The person who was happiest about this matter was Taylor. Her rival had now become a villain. The man she liked would return to her embrace. Originally, she was extremely sad because of that slap and had hidden at home, lying in bed and crying. But now the opportunity had come. She got up quickly and left home, heading to her beloved's apartment.
When she arrived at the apartment, she immediately heard an argument. It was the voice of Donning and his competitor.
Mace had to temporarily give up on Donning, but she was not reconciled. "No. I want to marry you."
Donning comforted the icy beauty from the Alkmaar family. "Well, let me be clear: I will never marry you. This is a decision made personally by Mr. Alkmaar. Unless you can convince Mr. Alkmaar to change his mind."
Mace angrily left the apartment. Outside the door, she saw Taylor, who had heard everything. She shouted furiously, "Even if I can't have him, you can't either. If you dare to approach him, I will kill you. Get out of here quickly."
The brave Taylor was ecstatic. Mace had been rejected. She replied firmly, "I will not give up. I love him. And you just want to possess him and enjoy the thrill of conquest."
Mace indeed thought that way. Her thoughts were spoken out loud, making her extremely angry. She had to go to Mr. Alkmaar as soon as possible to ask for an explanation.
After Mace left, Donning came out and saw Taylor. This stubborn and brave girl made him admire her. But he was destined to be just a passerby in the world and was not suitable to be with this girl. That would only harm her.
Taylor excitedly ran up to him. "Donning, I heard your conversation just now. I knew you weren't that kind of person. You wouldn't sacrifice your love for wealth. The Alkmaar family is finished. Come back to me. I don't mind that you once hurt me. Let's forget all the unpleasantness."
Donning waved his hand, his expression serious. "Sorry, Ms. Taylor. I think you have misunderstood. Just because I will not marry Mace, it doesn't mean I will return to you. I am now the master of Blot City. My status should be worthy of a more noble girl."
Taylor's heart ached. Tears hung on her face. "No. I know. You are not that kind of person." She left, disappointed. The hope that had just risen was instantly shattered. The pain was indescribable.
Donning let out a long sigh and watched the girl leave. "Taylor, go. Disappear from my life. There will be a more suitable person for you. Someday, you will fall in love again and forget me."
As for Mace, who was blindly seeking out Alkmaar, this crazy woman would suffer the most severe punishment.
Hearing that the Alkmaar family's business in Blot City had been acquired, Font had already guessed that the big spender was his biggest rival, Donning. At this time, the young man should be eliminated, and all his businesses should be taken over. Font had already devised a method for this.
"Spread the word and tell the people of Blot City that the Alkmaar family's business has simply changed hands from the left hand to the right and is now in the hands of Miss Mace's future husband from the Alkmaar family. Let his business completely collapse."
Font gave this order to the people his father had sent to assist him. The news quickly spread through local bars, brothels, and other places in Blot City.
He was prepared. Once he defeated the Alkmaar family's business, he would use his father's support to quickly take control of the business in Blot City, completely replacing Alkmaar. Then, he would become the new underground king of Blot City. It was a perfect plan, without any flaws.
Barak, the business agent, immediately reported this bad news to Donning.
"Sir, we must come up with a solution. Otherwise, the situation will spiral out of control." Barak stood in front of Donning, looking anxious.
Donning reassured his loyal assistant. "Barak, sometimes opportunities are hidden within crises. You need to stay calm in order to find them. It's time to visit Alkmaar himself."
As Barak had reported, Alkmaar's business had not improved. However, what Donning needed was not the wealth and businesses. His goal was to leave Alkmaar with nothing and take revenge. As for Font, he would let Alkmaar deal with that himself. Everything was within his plan. And by the way, he would also get rid of that troublesome woman.
Alkmaar was struggling with a new problem. The situation had not improved. Someone had exposed the identity of the young man he had chosen.
"Damn Font. I created a big mess for myself. I must kill him." Alkmaar angrily threw away his walking stick. He had already guessed that Font must be the one behind this. But he still didn't understand why this young man was so determined to bring him down.
Luke had just sent away Mace, who had made a scene. Looking a bit tired, he entered Alkmaar's study and respectfully saluted. "Sir, Miss Mace refuses to postpone the wedding date."
"Stupid woman. You fools are useless." Alkmaar threw a teacup from the table at Luke.
Luke's clothes were soaked. For someone with a cleanliness obsession like Luke, this was a disaster. But he didn't dare to reach for a silk handkerchief to wipe himself. He stood trembling, hoping someone would calm Alkmaar's anger.
Soon, a servant knocked on the door. Luke left the room, letting out a long sigh of relief. Outside, he saw a familiar face. This person surely had a solution to the current dilemma.
Luke eagerly approached and respectfully saluted Donning, the heir to the Alkmaar family. "Mr. Donning, you're finally here. Mr. Alkmaar is furious. He's heard that someone revealed our secret."
"Don't worry. I'll handle this." Donning comforted Luke, then pushed the door open and entered. He had gained Alkmaar's trust and could enter his study without needing to wait at the manor's apartment.
Alkmaar saw the young man and got up, trembling, to greet him. He clasped the young man's hand. "It's wonderful to see you at this time. You need to come up with a reasonable plan soon. The fools around me are already helpless."
Donning respectfully supported Alkmaar. "I've heard. Regarding this matter, I believe you must take decisive action."
"What action?" Alkmaar asked.
"We need a fire. Make your niece and her family disappear from this world. That will make the rumors self-defeating. Although it's cruel, it's the only way." Donning patiently explained. "If your niece vanishes from this world, no one will believe the rumors that I will marry her."
As Donning had expected, Alkmaar—who appeared kind on the surface but was secretly sinister and unscrupulous—wasn't angered by such a cruel plan. Instead, he was ecstatic. "You're a great helper. You've solved my problem."
Donning casually brought up another topic. "Mr. Alkmaar, I've also discovered the identity of the young man you mentioned. It turns out these rumors were spread by him. His name is Font, and he's the biological son of Gaitan, the major businessman from Varna City."
Gaitan was one of the men who took one-third of Uncle Anubarak's fortune back then. He and Alkmaar were once close allies. But after each took a third of Anubarak's fortune, they split the cities, monopolized their businesses, and established a friendly agreement. Now they were enemies, coveting each other's wealth and achievements.
From the first time Donning saw Font, he had recognized his identity. That familiar appearance and the ring on his finger, featuring a monkey wearing a crown, the emblem of the Gaitan family. No one noticed the faint pattern on the ring, not even Alkmaar himself. But Donning did, thanks to the lessons taught to him by Uncle François, the greatest thief. "To be unbeatable and successful every time, you must pay attention to the tiniest details. Even if the other person seems insignificant, they may be carrying great wealth."
There were many similarities between theft and dealing with enemies, one of which was careful observation. Donning hadn't forgotten.
Font had to die. Watching Uncle Anubarak's second enemy suffer would be an interesting spectacle. And he would die by the hands of his father's former ally. A perfect plan.
From the beginning, the real mastermind of the game wasn't Alkmaar—it was Donning.
"What? He... he's Gaitan's biological son?" Alkmaar grabbed Donning's hand with surprising strength. No one knew Gaitan better than Alkmaar. The former ally, one of the three conspirators behind Uncle Anubarak's demise, was a sinister and vicious man. Outwardly, he seemed reckless, but he had a delicate and fragile heart.
It turned out that in order to prevent him from joining a mysterious organization, Gaitan had already set a trap, sending his biological son to Blot City to investigate Alkmaar's weaknesses, waiting to deliver a fatal blow at the right moment.
And when he first discovered Font's intentions, Alkmaar had made a grave mistake. He tried to win over the clever young man and use him for his own purposes. His blind confidence had sown the seeds of disaster. Now, he finally understood why Font couldn't be controlled like the young man standing next to him—because Font was the biological son of his enemy.
He had been deceived. Alkmaar wasalmost on the verge of collapse. He punched the table, making a dull sound. He was not like an old man on the verge of death at all. Instead, he was more like a young and strong young man. Anger made his face ferocious and his eyes bloodshot, like a devil.
"Damn Gaitan. You ruined me. I must make you pay a painful price." Alkmaar roared angrily and overturned the table in front of him.
The lion was angry. As long as he continued to add fuel to the fire, this wise and cunning guy would take action. No one dared to underestimate the anger of an angry beast. More importantly, anger replaced reason.
Donning carefully asked in a low voice. "Do you have any counterattack plan?"
"I will kill his biological son and send his head to him. Let him live in grief forever." Alkmaar showed a fierce side.
"By the way, I also investigated that he is a wizard. His strength is quite powerful. I am afraid you are not his opponent." Donning wanted Alkmaar to use all his strength, including the supernatural power around him. He used the method of provoking.
Alkmaar stroked Donning's cheek with his trembling right hand. There was a ferocious smile on his face. "Young man, every big businessman needs a strong fist, a fist strong enough to crush any opponent. And my fist is much bigger than ordinary people. No matter who he is, he cannot escape. Watch. Soon you will hear the news of his death."