As Bryson processed the information, he found himself stepping into a world of opulence and influence, his life now intricately tied to the vast empire of the Wyatt Group. He stood outside the grand entrance of the Wyatt Domain Hotel, marveling at the sheer magnitude of his newfound ownership. "So I now own the biggest hotel in the country? Wow," he thought, his disbelief tinged with awe. The weight of this revelation settled upon him as he prepared to step into a role he hadn't anticipated. Marissa, the knowledgeable guide, stepped forward, eager to share the hotel's prestige. "Wyatt Domain Hotel has received so many accolades in the past years and It is loved by everyone in this city, Ashville. Let's go in," she proposed, extending an invitation to explore the opulence that awaited within. Bryson, intrigued and still processing the monumental shift in his circumstances, simply replied, "Okay." He followed Marissa, who led him through the opulent lobby, adorned with the finest

Dora stood there, utterly speechless and holding her shaking face in disbelief after the swift action of the guard. Staring at Bryson, who chuckled softly, she struggled to process the unexpected turn of events. Regaining her voice, she stuttered to the guard, "Y…your master? H…him?""Yes, have you lost your manners, woman?" The guard lashed out, defending Bryson against Dora's disrespectful behavior. The receptionist had informed him of Dora's earlier misbehavior toward Bryson."No. This Bryson is a low life and…" Dora attempted to justify herself."Paa!!" Before she could finish her sentence, she received another resounding slap, this time from the receptionist, rendering her speechless once again."How can you open that mouth to speak ill of our master?" the receptionist questioned sternly. "I tried to talk to you peacefully earlier, but it seems like you want a problem. Now I'm going to call the police." Dora, now nursing the stinging sensation on her face from both the gu

The woman, with a pleading expression, clasped her hands together before Bryson. "Please don't sack me, sir. I don't have anywhere else to look for a job, and I need this job to take care of my granddaughter." Feeling pity for the woman, Bryson sighed before crouching to the girl's height and waving at her with a smile."Hello, how are you?""I'm fine, Mister.""What is your beautiful name?""Lily. My grandma usually calls me Flower."Bryson chuckled together with Marissa before glancing up at the woman, who managed to smile."So, Flower, how old are you?""I am just 10 years old.""And you come to help your grandmother with cleaning here sometimes?""Yes. Though she shoos me away sometimes, I sneakily help her out because I hate to see her working so hard for us and having back pains all night.""Hey, what are you saying, Lily?" The woman chuckled, blinking away the tears that were threatening to come out of her eyes due to her granddaughter being emotional."My grandma can't eve

Ainslie, curious, stepped forward. "What sort of proof do you have, Dora?""A video that showed Bryson in the hotel, being treated with great respect by the receptionist and the guards," Dora said. She pulled out her phone and started playing a video as she passed it on to Dulgad to watch. The family gathered around Dulgad to watch the video while Bryson remained in his spot, staring at them with narrowed eyes. As she observed their eyes widening, Dora exclaimed triumphantly, "See! See! This is the real Bryson! He deceived everyone! I think he's just a fraud and a petty thief who managed to steal the Golden card." Bryson, unfazed, addressed Dora, "You're talking too much nonsense, Dora. You're making a mountain out of a molehill, it seems. You're trying to make me look deceptive in front of my in-laws, but it's no big deal to me." Dora smirked, feeling victorious. "The big deal is that you're living a double life, deceiving everyone. You're not who you pretend to be! I'm sur

Ainslie, growing increasingly concerned about her father's well-being, turned to Bryson, "Bryson, do you have any insights on how we can bounce back from this?" Bryson, choosing his words carefully, responded, trying to act like he was concerned, "It's essential to remain vigilant and explore other potential opportunities. We should also analyze our business strategies, perhaps collaborate with other companies, and strengthen our market presence. This setback can be a catalyst for positive change." Mark, still simmering with frustration, grunted, "Easy for you to say. You've probably never faced such a setback in your so-called life." Bryson maintained his calm demeanor, "I've faced my fair share of challenges, father-in-law. Every setback is an opportunity to reassess and adapt, I think." Overlooking the insights and good advice Bryson had rendered, Dulgad said, "Don't worry, Father. We can work things out. Don't stress yourself.""Coming from my incompetent son who couldn'