That night, Gaston found it hard to sleep. He did not regret punishing his friend, Jurgen. But still it weighed his heart. He knew Jurgen had to redeem his sins. Gaston knew that. “I should not feel guilty. So why am I feeling uneasy?” Gaston said before he looked at the clock on the table. 12 o’clock am. By this time, Gaston was sure that Griffti arrived at the condominium that he will stay at. After all, Griffti cannot stay with the Solice Family even if the mansion is huge. Laying down on the bed, Gaston thought about the secret Griffti shared to him. Griffti asked Gaston two favors. First, help him hide his illness. And second… [“I will inherit the Hamington Group.”] Gaston met a lot of greedy people. “But he doesn’t look greedy,” Gaston said while thinking about the first Grandson of the Chairman. “He is… the same as me,” he added. To protect himself and the people he treasures, Gaston and Griffti both seek power and strength. “The Hamington ownership will be a bloody f

Divine blinked swiftly. ‘Did Gaston shake my hands off him?’ she asked to herself. It must be her imagination, she thought. There’s no way this man who is head over heels to her would push her away. Divine smiled at him and said, “I heard that Jules hurt your again.” She snatched the cold compress from his hand. Then, she gently tapped it to his swollen cheek. “That childish guy. How can he hurt you as soon as you came back from New York?” Gaston’s fingers flinched. ‘Childish.’ Whenever Jules hurt Gaston, Divine always told him to spare her brother’s childish tantrum. If Divine really loves Gaston, she would not let Jules to torment him everyday. How foolish Gaston was to suffer like that just because he wanted to please Divine?! “I am fine, Miss. I am used to this anyway,” Gaston said before he snatched the cold compress back and pressed it on his cheek. “Miss?” Divine repeated in a sad tone. She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at him with her big rounded eyes. “B

The long meeting ended. Although many opposed the idea that the Chairman would like Gaston to handle the Hamington Corporation for a while, it would not change the result. After all, Gaston received Griffti’s approval as well as Sonny’s. When Gaston entered the mansion, Victoria greeted him. “You’re back.” Gaston stopped, walked and looked ahead at Victoria. Crossing her arms, Victoria walked closer to her with a sepulchral grin, as if expecting to see his demise. Gaston stayed on his spot and watched her brutal face that drowns a lurking and murderous aura. “The b*stard, who thinks that he succeeded in getting what he wanted,” she added as she ceased her feet. Victoria raised her head to look at his eyes, technically, because he is taller than her. “From asking the Chairman to give you power to handle Hamington and kicking my son out of the house. I praised your skill, Gaston. Who will imagine that a weakling like you knows how to bite?” Gaston did not reply and only looked a

Jurgen felt happy wearing in his black suits again. Starting from today, he’ll be working as John Hopkins’ body guard. “Huh!” he scoffed. “I got fired as the Hamington’s chairman’s body guard. But now, I am working under another hot shot.” He arrogantly smiled while fixing his collar. It was not that long before his arrogant smile turned into a grin. “Gaston will be shocked to know this.” Gaston kicked him out of the Solice mansion. But Jurgen survived and found this job, all because he saved John’s live. Moreover, it was known to many that Hopkins ranked 1st against its competitors. Being in this place, Jurgen thinks that he should be thankful to his friend. ‘I found a nicer place, thanks to you, Gaston,’ Jurgen said. He took a deep breath before looking around the large office. “Woah~” he murmured. John’s office inside his house is spacious. It’s not like this is Jurgen’s first time to see this. Chairman’s Harold’s office in Solice’ mansion looks like this too. However, be

John worked so much today that he did not notice how much time passed by. Only when he looked at the clock did he remembered that he skipped his lunch. ‘I need to eat.’ “Secretary David,” John called. David came inside when he heard his boss called him. “Yes, Sir?” “Bring me lunch.” “Alright, Sir.” “Wait a minute.” David looked back at John who called him and pointed the envelope in his hands. “What’s that?” John asked. “Ahh, this? It is an invitation for you, Sir. You were so busy last week so you haven’t checked this. I was thinking of giving it again to you.” “Really? How lazy of me.” “N-No, Sir! Everyone knows that you worked so hard.” And the reason why John was working so hard was known to many too. It was because he wanted to find his missing son. John smiled faintly as he glanced at the picture on the table, with its new frame. “What’s the invitation for?” John asked. David walked closer and gave him the envelope. “The Hamington Chairman’s grandson returned fro