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“Congratulations, Miss Georgia,” the reporter said as she stood beside Georgia Rodriguez with a microphone close to her mouth. “Thank you,” she muttered softly as she carried her son in her arms. “How does it feel that your brand is one of the best and most sought after brands in Brimstone City?” he asked with a cold look on his face. “It feels great and unreal because I never imagined to reach such a height,” she muttered softly with a bright smile beaming on her face. After two years and a few months, Georgia Rodriguez had changed into a completely different person. After she was rejected by those big business men, she channeled the rejection as a motivation for her to strive harder and aim higher. With the half million dollars left in her bank account, she opened her clothing brand, the Tears Of a Woman. From getting few sales in a single month, the sales of her brand skyrocketed after two years of being consistent about the progress of her brand. Her brand seemed to be an em

“What are we going to do about him?” Jayden asked with a cold look on his face. He paced to and fro in the room with an annoyed expression on his face. He couldn't explain why his stepbrother kept ruining everything for him. Not only did he get into trouble because he had sex with his supposed fiancé but Smith had taken the items that he needed to become a cultivator. “I will kill you, Smith,” he said through gnashed teeth. “Give me some minutes. I will be back soon,” his father said and turned to leave the room. “Where are you going?” He asked with a confused look on his face and his father turned to him. “I'm going to have a word with your brother,” his father said and walked out of the room without turning back. He slammed the door with a loud bang and Jayden shook his head with a sigh. “What can I do about you? As for you Smith, you'll pay for going against us,” Jayden said with a cold look on his face. Getting to his house, Mr. Anderson, walked into the house with a cold a

“That's bad,” Jayden muttered and rubbed his hand on his head with a frustrated look on his face. “Yes it is bad. And if nothing is done about it, we're all going down,” his father complained and they both paced to and fro in the room with a worried look on their faces. “What are we going to do, dad? If I had known, I would have listened to you,” Micheal muttered and shook his head with a sigh. “This is not the right time to complain about your wrong decision. There's no medicine for regret. Instead, we need to look for a way to resolve the issue,” his father said. “And how are we going to resolve these issues?” Jayden asked with a nervous look on his face. His hands trembled slightly as he remembered the few details of those people that his father gave to him. They were dangerous and ruthless. They would stop at nothing to get whatever they want. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a cold look on his face and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “The solution to this prob

What's wrong, Dad?” He asked with a confused look on his face as he rushed toward his father with a worried look on his face. His father sent him away with a fierce slap which made him crash hard on a dusty table. The table broke into pieces. Jayden coughed out blood and wiped his lips with a white handkerchief. He glanced at his father with a confused and frightened look on his face. “Why are you doing this, Dad? Hasn't it been your wish for your son to get a lady from a noble family pregnant and give birth to your grandson and granddaughter?” Jayden asked with an annoyed look on his face and his father shrugged. “It has always been my wish but not for you. I never asked you to do that, did I?” His father asked with a cold look on his face. “No, you didn't because you never wanted good things for me. And that son of a bitch, Smith, wouldn't appreciate your efforts,” he said coldly and his father scoffed. “Will you keep quiet?” His father yelled and he kept shut immediately. “Do

“What do you mean by that?” He asked with a cold look on his face and Smith chuckled coldly without responding. Smith stroked his chin gently as he stared at his father intensely. “Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking,” his father demanded and he scoffed. “What does your thinking have to do with me? You'd better go and ask your son what he'd done instead of questioning me,” he blunted and his father glared at him. “Why are you looking at me like that? Hasn't it always been your wish for you to have a grandson? Why does it seem you're not happy that the child isn't mine?” He asked and stared at his father intently. “Don't give me that look and stop playing dumb. Answer my question. What does my son have to do with that child, huh?” His father questioned him and he shrugged. “Aren't we saying the same things, huh? You should go and ask your so-called son, Jayden, instead of asking me,” he retorted and his father took a deep breath, trying to control the anger that seeped through h

In a dimly lit room, three men in black suits and dark masks on their faces surrounded Mr. Anderson. “Where's the sacrifice that you promised us? We heard about the news, Anderson,” one of those said in a cold and hoarse tone that was capable of sending a cold chill down the spines of thousands of people. Mr. Anderson looked like a scared kid in the presence of those men in black suits. He didn't have the aura of the mighty emperor that he used to maintain in public. He stared at those people nervously. “I will bring the child to you as soon as he becomes one year old,” he said and they nodded their heads in unison. “We don't have a problem with that but hope you can't offer us that child that Bianca gave birth to,” one of them said and he frowned. “Why?” He asked with a confused look on his face. “That's because it wasn't Smith who impregnated her. And according to the instructions that was given to you, it has to be your first child who's Smith is supposed to birth your child

Dearest Gentle Readers, The author expresses sincere regret and disappointment for not being able to update the book as frequently as previously because of a variety of circumstances. From next month, the story will resume updates. You should expect intriguing and blockbuster scenes that you won't get tired of. Your token is acknowledged and valued for its use in this book. You're all wonderful. Thank you all, this author love you all. By Writer Rare Gem

“How could you do such a thing?” Adrian began to blame him and Daniel didn't like it. “Fine. I shouldn't have done such a thing but I have no choice,” Daniel said and Smith stared at him with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean? You have always had a choice. You made it so what are you saying about it?” He asked with an angry look on his face. “You won't blame me. Not like it's my fault anyway.”“If you'd listened to me when I told you to stop giving free meditation, I wouldn't have done such a thing but you didn't listen instead you ignored me,” Daniel said and he shrugged. “How could you do such a thing because of that, huh? What if that man went overboard and burned down this place just like he'd threatened?” Adrian half-yelled and he shook his head with a sigh. “Fine. I shouldn't have done it. And I'm very sorry. Please forgive me,” he said and Adrian scoffed. “Get the hell out of my face,” he said in a cold tone and Daniel nodded his head. “You won't forgive me

“What are you talking about?” The man blinked twice and looked away. “I don't know unless you tell me the person who paid you to frame me,” Adrian said in a cold and firm tone. The man looked up and glanced at his face then looked away quickly. “How did this cripple doctor know too much?” He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer. He couldn't get the reason why Adrian was able to uncover his flaws within seconds just after touching his hand and checking his pulse. Adrian smirked discreetly when he noticed the look on the old man's face. He knew what the old man was hiding. What the man didn't know was that he wasn't only a local doctor but he was a smart one indeed. The man admitted to the claims that he changed the prescription but he didn't tell anyone who told him to change the prescription. The man does not know the medical field so he couldn't change the drugs anyhow. And besides, he was desperate. It could be whether he was convinced to change the prescription or som

“You'll burn down my burn for what? What have I done wrong? So it's my fault treating you,” Adrian said in a calm tone. He remained indifferent and unfazed. He didn't care. He was ready for whatever that was going to happen because he knew that the illness should have healed up by then. “Don't give us that crap. It seems you don't care about your life, huh?” one of those men asked with an angry look on his face. “I do but you have to give me a few details before you can conclude that I'm sent to him or whatever.”“Or is this how you're going to treat me even after treating you for free?” Adrian asked in an annoyed tone and they scoffed. “That's the main reason why I'm suspicious of you. Who else gives medicine for free in this recession, huh?” The man spoke up in a harsh tone and he took a deep breath. Adrian bit on his lower lips and clenched into his crutches then approached the man, who glared at him disdainfully. “What are you doing?” One of those men asked and surrounded th

The next day, he opened his eyes as his alarm blared out loudly. He groaned out with a frustrated look on his face and reached out to the alarm on the table then put it off. “Why do you have to disturb me, huh?” He asked and stood up from the bed. He yawned and rubbed his hand on his eyes. He reached out to the crutches on the floor and clenched them close to himself. “Ahh…” he grunted out in pain as he struggled to climb down from the bed with the crutches. He limped toward the nightstand where his phone was ringing. He reached out to it and picked it up from the nightstand. He rested his arm on crutches and swiped through the phone with his right hand. He arched his eyebrows with a confused look on his face as he stared at the caller ID, which turned out to be Chloe. Why is she talking to him? He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. He took a deep breath and picked the call then placed the phone close to his ears. “Hello,” he spoke up in his cold tone. “Hello,

By the time Adrian arrived home, he was tired and his body was aching seriously. He took a deep breath as he stood before the door and glanced at it with uncertainty in his heart. He couldn't stop feeling bad for what he said to Mr. Daniel. Mr. Daniel looked hurt and heartbroken after he made such a statement. He wished he could reverse what he said but it was too late. The deed has already been done. He could only beg him and ask for his forgiveness to soothe his heart. I knocked at the door and the door creaked open, revealing Daniel who was in a singlet and a short. “Welcome,” he said casually and turned to the left. “Daniel,” he called him back but Daniel pretended as though he didn't hear him. “Please don't leave yet,” he said and Daniel stopped on his track then turned to him. “What's the problem?” Mr. Daniel asked with a cold look on his face and he hit on his lower lips, unaware of what to say or do. “About what I said to you earlier. I know I shouldn't have judged you