Boca Juniors and River Plate are the two most popular teams in Argentina.For the Argentine Copa de la Liga title, many fans watched the game between the two most popular Soccer teams, Boca Juniors and Tigre.According to Gaston, the winner will be Boca Juniors. Straight 3-0 against Tigre.The game hasn’t finished, but the winner was already decided. Even so, Gaston and Griffti sat in front of the television with beers in their hands.“If you can remember each games in Soccer, why don’t you try to win in Lotto?” Griffti asked to the man sitting beside him. “That is everyone’s dream if they have the chance to go back to the past.”“I am not a gambler,” Gaston answered. “How can I win if I never gamble in Lotto? I happened to like Soccer as much as you do, so I remembered which team won and which team lost.”As soon as he said that, the soccer games finished, favoring Boca Juniors. Griffti and Gaston weren’t surprised anymore.“Ahhh, I also remembered which business succeeded and whi

Gaston and John underwent another DNA paternity test. The result was 99.99% “Ahhhh!” Loud crash came inside Victoria’s room. Again, the madam of the house was throwing things. Standing from the side, the maid, Cris, stared at the things the angry madam threw on the floor. ‘Shoot. We just cleaned the mess yesterday and now we are going to clean again,’ Cris thought. “I c-couldn’t believe this. G-Gaston is really Mr. H-Hopkins’s son?!” Victoria treated Gaston lower than the servants and stinkier than garbage. Who will have thought that he is actually the son of some multi-millionaire? If she knew this beforehand, she should have treated him better. The door opened and Divine came inside. In her presence, Cris bowed her head and left the room. Divine looked at the mess inside the room and his mother, who looks crazy right now. The dignified and elegant Victoria has long gone. “What’s wrong, mother?” Divine asked. Breathing heavily, Victoria looked at her daughter. “Are you s

“Why don’t you tell it to my father? What you saw and what you heard back in the Solice’s mansion?” Jurgen bowed his head as he reminisced about everything he saw and heard in the Solice’s mansion. How Victoria ridiculed Gaston and how Jules beat him, the memories are vivid to Jurgen. Gaston suffered a lot from their hands and yet what did Jurgen do? ‘Nothing. I did nothing,’ Jurgen said to himself. He realized the reason why Gaston abandoned him. It is because Jurgen didn’t do anything to help him even though he was under the pretext of being his best friend. ‘But what can I do? I had no power! I am just a mere guard!’ Jurgen made an excuse. He lifted his head and looked at Victoria. ‘What will happen if I tell the truth right now?’ Jurgen thought. If he tells the truth, then there’s a possibility that Victoria would also tell John was her accomplice. The only reason why they weren’t selling each other is because they need to keep both of their secrets; that they were planni

Divine looked at the man who entered her office. Playing arrogant, Jules strode near her desk. “Hey,”he said, taking his sunglasses off. Divine looked at the documents in her hands, acting as if she didn’t see anyone. “F*ck. Why are you acting as if you did not see me?” “Grandfather told you that you are not allowed to leave the vacation house. Why are you here?” Divine asked without looking back. “Do you think I can stay still after knowing what happened while I was away?” Divine did not reply. “That Gaston was making fun of us. First he kicked me out of the house and now he’s pretending to be some billionaire’s son!” “Are you an idiot?” Divine asked. “W-What?” “No. Asking rhetorical questions is dumb itself.” Divine stared at him and said, “YOU ARE AN IDIOT.” Jules grinds his teeth as if biting a bullet. Clutching her hands together, Divine added, “Gaston and Mr. John had a DNA test. It’s 99.99% matched. And you’re saying that Gaston is only pretending?” “T-There’s no

In the prison, Gaston met a man he didn’t expect to see behind bars. It was John’s secretary, David Hushon. It was two months before Gaston died when he saw David in the prison’s cafeteria. He was so surprised to see someone he’s familiar with. “Mr. David?” Gaston called. Wearing orange jail clothes, David covered his face with his hand. Carrying his food with his tray, Gaston sat across David. “It’s you, right? Secretary David Hushon,” Gaston said. Still covering his face, David changed his voice as he answered, “You g-got the wrong person. I am not Jacob.” That’s impossible. Gaston met him many times because Chairman Harold wanted to set a meeting with Chairman John Hopkins. Since John Hopkins wouldn’t agree, he only sent his secretary to meet Gaston. And that’s why Gaston met David. “I don’t think so. You’re really David,” Gaston said. “I said I am not.” The jail guard, who’s looking over the prisoners inside the cafeteria, heard their conversation. Then he butted in. “