Travis firmly closed the door, leaving the guard on the other side. His eyes shifted to the woman who was hastily fixing her disheveled attire, while Edwin seethed with rage.With her gaze lowered, the woman hastily made her way towards the door, but Travis firmly held his ground, preventing the lady from escaping past him. He looked directly at her, his expression serious and commanding.The woman, Diana, mustered up the courage to speak, though her voice trembled slightly. “Excuse me, Sir,” she pleaded, her eyes still avoiding Travis’s gaze.Edwin, seething with anger, lashed out, “You don’t have to be like that, Diana. Whoever this bastard is, he will be fired immediately! Come back here!” Edwin’s eyes were fixed on Diana, his anger palpable.Diana swallowed nervously and reluctantly returned to Edwin's side.Travis chuckled in disbelief, finding amusement in the situation. "Well, well, Edwin. It seems you've grown some courage. You want to fire me?"Edwin finally looked up and met

Having made the firm decision to avoid a meeting with his father, Travis left Mainville behind. Learning about Travis's choice from Damien and Devon, Leon Danforth couldn't help but sink into a state of disappointment. Deep down, he had yearned for his son to appear at his doorstep, hoping for a heartfelt reunion. However, Leon understood that Travis had chosen a different path—one that didn't involve facing him directly.Despite the significant length of their separation, Leon still possessed an intimate understanding of his son. Now, he found himself locked in a contemplative struggle, considering whether to reach out and make the call. For several minutes, he stared at his phone, weighing the possibilities, his eyes fixated on Travis's contact, with the Caller ID serving as a poignant reminder: 'My Son.'Edwin returned home and greeted his father, Sir Leon, who was sitting on the couch. "I heard Travis paid you a visit today," Sir Leon remarked, looking up from his couch.Edwin

Travis arrived at the airport and was taken aback to find William and Alison engaged in conversation with Sophia Marrion. He frowned as he wondered what they were doing there.Upon catching sight of Travis, Alison spotted him and let out an incredulous chuckle. “Oh, look who’s here. What is he doing here?”William turned as well, his tone scornful upon seeing Travis. “Don’t tell me that brainless cousin of mine sent you here, Travis. How can a lowlife like you welcome a woman like Sophia Marion? Unbelievable.”Sophia let out an awkward chuckle. “Uh, if you don't mind, William, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t insult Joanna. I don't really see why she's brainless.” Sophia walked toward Travis, offering a smile. “Hi. I’m Sophia Marrion, as you already know.”Travis nodded and responded, “Yeah, my wife asked me to come here and welcome you.”“Which is mostly because he's nothing more than Joanna’s messenger! I mean, seriously, what is he even doing now? Nothing!” Alison laughed in derisio

The gentleman clad in a sleek black suit courteously guided the group to the Empire Box, whereupon reaching their destination, he produced a list and extended it directly to Travis. With deference, he stated, “Sir, kindly sign here.”The paper was presented to Travis for his signature, given that the Empire Box had been exclusively reserved in his name.Travis took the paper, a pen handed to him. Yet, as he was about to affix his signature, William’s voice erupted in a sudden outcry, “I always knew you were an imbecile!! Put that fu¢king pen down this instant!”Snatching both the pen and paper with an angry expression, William swiftly added his name before venting his anger at Travis. “Do you possess even an ounce of shame?! You were given a document to sign, and you dared to pick it up!! Who made arrangements for this box, huh? Something even your lifetime is incapable of affording and you have the audacity to lift the pen to sign in my stead! What qualifications do you think you hav

As Mr. Rowlings entered the room, a collective wave of astonishment rippled through the gathered individuals. Rather than exuding his usual confidence, he appeared stricken with fear. Instead of acknowledging Travis, his enraged stare was directed unwaveringly at Mr. D, who met his gaze with evident confusion.“Are you intent on dismantling everything we’ve worked so hard to build, Desmond?! I could kill you right now for such a damned mistake!” Mr. Rowlings lashed out in a mixture of anger and frustration, landing a kick squarely on Mr. D’s leg. He then gestured forcefully towards Travis. “That, Desmond, is Mr. Travis, you insolent imbecile!!”Mr. D stood, struck dumb with shock, his gaze shifting between Travis and the man delivering the chastisement. Everyone else turned their gaze toward Travis.That's Mr. Travis? This young man was, in fact, Mr. Travis? The gravity of their almost-executed actions sank in. Their intended actions could have spelled the end of their lives.Suddenly