If there hadn't been this stock market crash, he should have been king.

But now, everything that should have belonged to him belongs to that old fool Henry again...

Bastard! Why is this!

What did I do wrong? I should be punished like this.

Why isn't God on my side!

Bernard Arnault closed his eyes in pain, and suddenly remembered that the board of directors will hold a public third-quarter report next week.

Thinking of this incident, he was sure that Henri Lacamier would definitely return to the board of directors and laugh at him to his face.

That scene made him tremble immediately.

At this moment, he really felt that life was meaningless. He went out in a daze, mechanically shuffling his steps up the fire escape, and finally reached the rooftop.

The sun is shining brightly in Paris in autumn, and even though the wind is strong on the rooftop and can make your clothes rustle, it's not cold at all.

It's just that as a loser, when he thinks of the miserable situation he has to face, his body keeps shaking, as if falling into an ice cellar.

He squatted down silently, staring blankly at the busy scene of traffic below the high-rise building, as well as the people walking along the Seine River and the cruise ships in the river.

In order to keep his dignity, he wanted to jump, but he was unwilling to end up like this and was still trying to figure out why he ended up in this situation.

"Squeaky twisty..."

Just when his mind was as confused as a pot of porridge, the iron door leading to the rooftop was pushed open again.

Bernard Arnault looked back and saw a gentleman wearing a high-end suit.

His face seemed familiar, but he couldn't pronounce his name. He wasn't sure if he was a subordinate of his company?

He doubted that the other party came up because he saw him just now and was looking for him?

So he felt a little embarrassed. If his subordinates were to find him on the rooftop at this time, once the matter spread, he would become the laughingstock of his opponents forever.

Yes, he couldn't die here, so he regained consciousness at this time.

He decided immediately to cover up this matter no matter what.

He was about to stand up and make up some random excuses, but what happened next left him shaken.

Because the other party didn't even look at him, he untied his tie and ran to the edge of the roof, completing the last leap in his life.

"Ah!" That long-sounding cry even made him think that he was lucky enough to see this flying superman in the real world.

But then, a sharp car alarm sounded from under the building.

Then a woman screamed.

All this brought him completely into the cruel real world.

"Damn! I just witnessed it..."

At this time, he finally came to his senses, threw himself to the edge of the rooftop, lay down and looked down.

That's right, the person who was alive just now has turned into a fuzzy dot on the roof of the car.

With the dazzling blood red as the center, pedestrians gradually gathered around.

Ten minutes later, Bernard Arnault fled back to his office in a hurry, his pants soaked all over.

Soon he heard someone spreading the news. The person who jumped from the building just now was the vice president of a financial company. He owed huge debts due to private use of leverage to catch up with the stock market crash. In despair, he suddenly jumped.

Jump down.

Then, in shock, he made an important decision. Instead of dying, he surrendered and formally surrendered to his opponent.

No matter how much humiliation he has to face, he must survive and try his best to keep Dior clothes.

Because when a person dies, there is nothing, but he is not the loser who jumped off the building, he is not that weak and stupid.
Chapter completed!