[Mick Crane is simply amazing—he has no skill to speak off, but he has the audacity to take on the position of manager in Vintage Deluxe? Aren't they scraping the bottom here? Hell, I can be their manager and I'd still be better!]

[If I were Mick, I'd be gone by now. I'd never dare show my face around Aurous Hill's Antique Street any more!]

Meanwhile, Mick, who was self-aware enough to know that he had really embarrassed himself, was hiding himself in his office and refusing all visitors.

He was pacing back and forth so anxiously that he was thinning his shoe soles—he had no idea what to do, just as he was embarrassed, worried and furious.

It went without saying why he was embarrassed—he felt worse than if he had to take a dump by the road.

As for his worry, it was for his future—he wouldn't be able to keep his job once Jasmine Moore found out about this.

He certainly believed that this was all Zachary's fault—if it wasn't for the man's rotten idea, would he even be cornered into