"The return of Christian Aiden Revenmar... everywhere, it is about Christian! Christian!! Christian!!!" The man spoke frustratingly flinging the newspaper in his hands away. He was seated in his luxurious office with a young guy adjacent to him."You! What the hell have you been doing all this while? Someone of your age should be able to act on his own, shouldn't he? How could you not know that the rumors were true.""Father, I remember wanting to investigate this and you told me not to bother myself because it is just a baseless rumor, you said 'There's no way that guy would be alive' and told me to just focus on acquiring the company's shares, as much as I can and impressing the chairman that I can do better.""Ahem, I did say that..." The man cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Even though! You could have decided to work on your suspicions, when will you grow up if you always have to take orders from me to do something? And even getting Harris to acknowledge you, how

As Aaron casually stepped outside, he could see the city bustling and alive with the energy of the holiday season. The streets were adorned with twinkling lights, and the shops' windows displayed festive decorations and merchandise. Crowds of people bustled along the sidewalks, many with shopping bags and packages in hand as they went about their holiday errands.As the end of the year approached, the atmosphere in the city was one of anticipation and excitement.Aaron inhaled deeply."Hmm... I've missed this..." He had defined forgotten how Christmas used to feel at home. But it wasn't like celebrating Christmas in Birmingham wasn't fun either.There's just a special feel that being at home adds to it. Especially when he has been away for so long. The Revenmar company was no exception from this atmosphere, as the highly anticipated end-of-year award ceremony drew near. This year's event was expected to be even grander than usual, as the heir to the conglomerate company had recently

Aiden stood in front of the club which should be the place that Hector had marked out on the map he sent him on his mobile.From the outlook of the club, there wasn't anything really special about it.The thumping bass of the music emanating from the building was almost deafening if one was to say, but as loud as it was, it sounded so distant as Aiden stepped closer, and was punctuated by the occasional shout or cheer from inside.Aiden was about to step inside but was stopped by the stocky guards that stood by the door not wanting to cause an unnecessary fight from the entrance so the police wouldn't come sooner than expected, Arnold decided to play by the book. He opened the black briefcase he was holding. In it was an array of dollars that lit their faces.They immediately coughed and let him in without saying too much.Aiden let out a soft chuckle, "Bastards..." He mumbled as he walked inside the club.He was immediately hit with a blast of hot, humid air, as the combined body heat

But what will be will be.He had to do this for the boy to learn a lesson and if he would be recruiting this boy to his gang according to what the system wanted him to do that meant he had to show him how strong he is.Beating him to a pulp was necessary.With the way the boy moved, Aiden knew the boy was probably very skilled but he was also cocky, and that made him vulnerable. Aiden gripped his bat tightly, ready for him.The boy charged at him, his knife swinging wildly at Aiden. But Aiden was just waiting for him. With a swift sidestep, he dodged the boy's first strike and delivered a powerful blow to his ribs. The boy grunted in pain but kept coming, his eyes blazing with fury. They circled each other, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. The other gangsters watched in silence, their eyes glued to the two men as they prepared for the showdown. Suddenly, the boy lunged forward, his fist flying toward Aiden's face. But Aiden's speed remained unmatched. He du

The boy still held high his arrogant face. He was not going to talk no matter what Aiden said and unbeknownst to him, that act of his was only breeding more and more anger in the eyes of Aiden's subordinates who were sitting there silent as Aiden asked a question and he refused to answer. 'Ah, this is so difficult. How do I get through to this Kid." Aiden thought, scratching his head as he was getting fed up of the boy's provocative silence. He was frowning and holding his silence even after asking numerous time in different ways. "Are you Hallandale's son?" "Where is Hallandale?""Where do you guys stay?" "Why is a kid like you living a thug life?" No matter how many forms Aiden's question took, it ended in that same solstice of the solemn atmosphere– the boy refused to respond. Wham! What happened was in an instance, he moved too fast for Aiden to react or stop him. And the boy's head swung into the head as he kicked him like a ball. The boy rolled over three times before c