"Gather them together in the corner and bring the residents directly adjacent to the project site!" Mr Bentley ordered Jeremiah and Jacob. After they were all separated between the protesters and the paid reporters, Mr Cameron and Mr James began inviting the Eslario City residents to enter the front yard of the Superscapes of Company's large office. "Are the cameras ready? If everything is ready, force them to show their identity cards and put them in front of their chests. This is to make it easier for journalists to capture images of these troublemakers, and we from the company will directly sponsor the news published by television and mass media. I want this news to be aired for a week so that the company's good name can be restored to normal," said Mr Bentley again. Having said this, the police, accompanied by journalists and witnessed by local authorities, began to interrogate each of them. The arrived journalists also started live-streaming; some started talking on camera whi

Except for Jaxon, everyone in the room was surprised to see a middle-aged man who introduced himself as Philip suddenly stood up and rushed to hug a middle-aged woman who had just come from the kitchen. "Ellena, you, are you alive?!" asked Philip as he stroked the cheek of the middle-aged woman. "Do you know that I have spent a lot of time looking for you before Isaac's late brother was killed? He had also mobilised many people to look for you," Philip said again with teary eyes. "Same with you, Philip; I also thought that you had died at the hands of Benjamin's men; the last news I heard was that Sir Isaac had been killed; after that, I never heard from Ardross city again." "Where have you disappeared to, Philip?" she asked tearfully. "Rascal, come here!" said Philip, glaring at Jaxon. "Ouch," Jaxon muttered as rising stood up and approached the middle-aged man and woman. "You, Jaxon!" "Ouch, it hurts!" cried Jaxon as he tried to remove Philip's hand from his ear. "How dare y

Early in the morning, Jaxon had already started soaking in the water while following the training methods given to him. As his mouth began to turn blue from enduring the cold water, lucky for him, Ellena and Hannah called him for breakfast. Without waiting for his second call, Jaxon grabbed a towel, quickly dried his body, and then rushed upstairs to Grandpa Matias' hut. When Jaxon arrived at the hut, he saw Grandpa Matias making baskets out of rattan splits in the shape of oval spheres with the help of Philip and Hannah. An astonished Jaxon asked curiously, "Grandpa, what's that basket for?" "You go have breakfast first, then drink the medicinal herbs I've put on the table! You'll find out later what we made this basket for," Grandpa Matias said nonchalantly. Jaxon, who was still curious, immediately felt a bad feeling in his heart. But he didn't want to argue just to find out what the rattan basket was for. After finishing breakfast, Jaxon immediately took the medicine like he

News of the Superscapes of Company's interest in the soon-to-be-auctioned Agoura Hotel made the other entrepreneurs feel slightly insecure. This is because, apart from financial strength, the company's owner, Jaxon, is rumoured to have an emotional bond with the hotel, as the Agoura Hotel was built by his father, Isaac Vander. Smith, Elijah and Jeremiah's men continued to spread the word wherever they stopped until it was now the talk of the towns of Eslario and Warlington. This was reinforced by Jake and Dean's statement in the newspaper that Jaxon Vander had authorised them to win the auction at any price. Benjamin Russell was among those uneasy and could not keep quiet when the news reached Adenaphis. He wanted to own the hotel to make it a hotbed of mafia, prostitution, and a haven for the masher. He thought this was the only way to trample on Isaac, who had worked hard to make the Agoura Hotel a reality. "Dad, I don't want to know; I will spend any money to win the auction;

Two BMWs and a Mercedes Benz travelled high speed down the hilly road from Crosssby Mountain towards Ardross City. In the car at the front, a middle-aged man with a cold face and a scar extending from his eyebrow to his cheek was focused on driving his vehicle across the hilly road in the pitch-black night. Next to the driver's seat, there was a middle-aged woman who still looked like the remnants of her youthful beauty faithfully accompanying the driver, not sleeping even though the driver had repeatedly told her to nap. "Honey, take a nap! The journey is still very long," the middle-aged man told the woman beside him to sleep. "Let it be, Philip, I'll keep you company along the way; just let Dad sleep; he's old, of course, he's not as physically strong as he used to be," said the middle-aged woman as she looked back to see an old man sleeping while occasionally tilting his body left and right to the rhythm of the car's shaking. "Yes, if you are sleepy, don't force it," said the