Brad continued his stroll for the next fifteen minutes in peace, until his phone began to ring again.He picked it up to check who his caller might have been, and to his utmost surprise, found it to have been his father in law, Noah Wilson. Noah wasn't too different from him. He came from a poor family and got married into the Wilson household, and thus, received all sorts of insults and blasphemies from his wife's people. Soon, because of his cowardly behavior, he too began to creep low and adjusted just fine to their harsh behaviors. Even from his wife! Brad picked up. "Hello sir, good evening." "Good evening? Hmph!" Scoffed Noah. "What exactly is good about the evening, huh? What is?" Brad sighed. He was already used to his father-in-law's drama, so he remained calm. "I'm sorry, sir." "You just will never learn, will ya?" Queried the man, while Brad remained quiet. "Listen boy, you have decided you were ready for anything the instant you agreed on marrying our daughter. Why a

"Yes sir, the Wilsons did know your family and they were mere followers back then." Explained the old man, and Brad listened wholeheartedly. "Years back when your family were still alive, they supported families such as the Wilsons and others that were low on wealth financially, and made them become better by funding their account with huge amounts of money. They provided good jobs for them, and thus, they became rich. On a condition that they supported them back by becoming one of the shareholders of the company.""Okay, so they helped the Wilsons and now they too are part of the shareholders?" Brad asked impatiently. The old man nodded. "They did, sir, and all was good. Though they withdrew their shares in the company already. After the tragedy that befell your household... the sudden catastrophe that resulted in the death of them all. May their gentle souls rest in peace." Said the family butler, bowing his head slightly in respect for the dead. Brad did the same. "But how come I

Brad woke up on the beautiful Saturday teaching his wife on how to place the bid.His plan with his family butler, Harry had gone like this:A day earlier;"I know what we should do," Brad had proposed to Harry. Harry listened carefully. "We need a strategic way to inform the shareholders of the company that the authentic heir of the firm was back. He had read sometime that in some big companies, only the CEO could host events like a bidding contest and auctions. And that was exactly what he was going to do."We will host a bid contest." He said proudly to Harry. "That way no one would be able to oppose my return, or doubt it."That had been what he thought earlier, and that Saturday morning after his wife had suddenly received the phone call from her mother, he had made up his mind to make her win the bid and become the next family CEO.She sighed, not understanding a word he was saying, but he was convincing enough and had told her not to worry. That he would protect her and their

That same evening, Ava was hosting a very annoying but important guest. Her sister, Ivy. She was the twin to her other brother, Lex, and they were both older than Ava by a year but they made it seem like it was ten! Ivy was an influential woman and was acquainted with a lot of powerful politicians in New York and even outside, and so, she always treated everyone around her low, and deemed herself high above them all. Ava disliked her for this. She came in with a glass of red wine, handing it over to her sister. "Here you go," Ivy eyed her carefully like she and the glass had been contaminated with some sort of heavy germs. Ivy had her father's traits; slender and tall with bright blue eyes and brown full hair. She was beautiful, and then, she was rich. Every month was always a schedule for some sort of important beauty treatment. She sighed, then collected the glass of wine at last. "Too bad we're not celebrating." Ava knew she would tease her in the end. That silly secretary na