“WHY IS it better, master?” Maxine asked in curiosity as she placed the tumbler on the white table between them. Maxine knew that she shouldn’t ask for more. The more that she asks for more questions, the more that Charles would reach his limit— and it wouldn’t be good for his health.  But Maxine couldn’t help it. She’s the only one who knew about Charles’ real situation, and even though she worked for him for a long time, she still couldn’t decipher how her master makes a strategy about everything. She just found it slightly ridiculous to let August think that he was just an ordinary employee— a fake son that Charles hired for his own greed, even though he was the one and only heir.

MEANWHILE, as August rested on the bed with four bodyguards watching the room— two on the terrace and another two outside, the perpetrator suddenly went to a place where no one could see him.“Fuck,” he muttered as he winced when he felt how stinging the cut on his face was. “That bastard,” he added, pertaining to August.The assigned bodyguards in the Remington mansion were rotated into three shifts. One is in the early morning, the second in the afternoon, and the third in the evening. Since August was introduced to the bodyguards in the afternoon, he wasn’t able to see his face— but he knew where the fake heir’s room was. He was assigned to the evening shift so he was able to do his mission.However, he didn’t expect whom he had seen as soon as he made his attack. It was easy to recognize that he was August Fordman, the man on the famous live stream made by Bruce Sandoval and Samantha Evergreen.He shook his head and pulled the phone inside his bag as he called someone using his b

INSIDE THE room, which turned out to be the room where Charles conducts his secret health examinations with Maxine, Charles groaned continuously as he could feel pain every time he move. He was used to sudden attacks like this, causing him to hire Maxine as his personal nurse, but this time, his recent attack was severe. He was glad that the moment he had an attack was inside the room, and no one had seen him in such a pathetic situation. “You need to be confined to the hospital, master—” “I can’t do that,” Charles interrupted her in a weak voice. “Everyone was waiting for my downfall. As soon as someone finds out about this, they will use it against the Remington family. August would be in danger, too.” There are so many reasons why he wanted to keep his sickness a secret, but the main reason was to protect August and their wealth. When stockholders knew that the CEO was sick and dying, the stock prices would plummet, the same as the number of potential investors. While the numbe

AS AFTERNOON came by, August came onto the other side of the garden where Maxine scheduled his next training. He was a little bit early because he didn’t have anything to do. After a few minutes, the area was filled with multiple men in suits, following Maxine who immediately went onto his direction and bowed her head as a sign of greeting.The purpose of his training was mainly physical— enhancing his senses, strength, and agility.Maxine would train him how to fight using his fists, self-defense, how to use a weapon on his choice, and more other things that he didn’t have any idea what it was all about.“Are they complete?” August asked as he turned his head on Maxine. “No one’s absent?”“Yes, young master,” Maxine responded, slightly nodding. “They are the bodyguards of the afternoon shift— the new ones.”‘Hassle,’ August thought, his forehead creased. ‘Why do they need to switch their shifts staring today? It’ll make it harder for me to find the attacker.’However, a bright reali

SILENCE FILLED the conversation as the man in front of August wasn’t able to speak. His lips were parted and his eyes were full of amusement, surprise, and mockery at the same time.Watching August fight with one of his bodyguards earlier made him amazed. Still, his skills were incomparable when it comes to him.“Are you sure about that?” the man asked as he stood properly and placed both his hands in his pocket. “I might beat you into a pulp.”‘He’s annoyingly confident,’ August said at the back of his mind as he stared at the man in front of him. ‘I wanted to smash that sly smile of his.’They almost had the same height— but not the same build. The man looked more experienced and muscular than him.“I’m not sure,” August answered, slightly sarcastic, and snapped his neck. “Would you like to try?”“The name’s Mateo,” the man corrected him as he raised a brow. “And sure. If you insist, then.”The preparation didn’t last long. After a while, both of them were standing on the training g