Achiel walked off the position to the front. He walked to the other side of the work table. Naturally, there were usually two chairs locked to a work table. One, where the manager sits, and the other, where the guests or clients would sit. Achiel walked to the position of the client and settled down in it! Achiel arced his head slowly to look at the manager. "Go take a seat, manager." Achiel said, though it came out as more of an order. "Huh, sir?" The manager didn't see that coming, so he stuttered. "Please go have your seat." Achiel went easy on the tone. Eric had no idea what to think. What was Achiel trying to do? Was he trying to tempt him or what? Eric didn't want to infuriate Achiel again. He dropped on his knees at once. "I won't dare do that, Boss. Please have mercy on me." Eric pleaded. The sudden gesture of the manager got Achiel really confused. Why was the manager acting this way? Rather foolishly!!! What did the manager see? Achiel couldn't help but worry about w

The maid was gobsmacked. She didn't seem like she had a mind of her own. She had always been trying to tread carefully around Achiel. She owed him, and she knew it. Though she had no idea what had just happened or what was going on, yet she didn't want to argue. But this time around, she couldn't keep quiet anymore. At this point, she felt the need to find a stance for herself. Even if she had done something terrible or wrong, should she be mute if she was about to be thrown into a pool of boiling oil?! Of course not!"Master Achiel? What are you doing?" The maid finally asked. She had just heard that Achiel paid a billion dollars in the blink of an eye. She was still trying hard to understand what that meant. She couldn't even wrap her head around it. She had known Achiel almost all her life!Achiel looked away from her to the manager. "Please pass this lady a pen." Achiel ordered the manager. The manager fumbled through his files and brought out a pen. "Here, ma'am." The manage

Harold quickly looked away from Eric to Achiel,"I had no idea that the standard of this restaurant had depleted so baldy." Harold said, sneering at Achiel. "Depleted? What do you mean by that, Mr Harold?" Eric sounded concern as he traced the sneer on Harold's face to Achiel. "Isn't it obvious? If this is the Valion that I used to know, I don't think there would be any chance for a riff-raff to stand at the front of the restaurant. Let alone two riff-raffs!" Harold cussed loudly. Achiel knew who Harold had referred to as riff-raffs. Eric looked from Harold to Achiel. Eric also understood the situation. "Let's not get carried away by unimportant things. Please come with me to my office." Eric said, smiling at Harold. "Well, if this is up to me, I would have loved to see these bastards beaten to pulp, but I think that will just be a waste of resources. I can't afford to squander a dime of mine on someone as worthless as this piece of shit and the lady next to him!" Harold's hate b

Achiel and Mira were in the Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita, which was still parked at the front of the eight star Valion Restuarant. They seemed to be having a sort of revolving conversation. Suddenly, Achiel's phone started to ring. He didn't want to take the call seriously in the first place, but then he got a hunch to check it out. He slowly brought the phone out to check who the caller was. As soon as he realised who it was, he lifted his gaze at the shy Mira,"It's Eric calling." Achiel said to her. "Eric? Who's Eric? Oh, the manager?" Mira sounded startled as she tried to link the words together. "You should answer it. You didn't have to tell me." Mira said to him, hardly looking him in the eyes. Achiel looked casually away from her as he answered the call. He was looking towards the entrance of the restaurant."Do I have to wait for you forever?" Achiel scolded as he answered the call. There was a response from the other end, which was not audible to the other person in the car.

Holy Moly! There were a kabillion reasons for everyone to be handed over to shock. All jaws dropped to the marbled floor of the White Hall. Not one second went by without a myriad of goosebumps trampling the paths of the skins. "What insolence!!!" Jones's father roared, his voice as though he would pull the roof off the hall. "How dare you barge into this hall in the middle of a meeting?! Has Marie thought you no manners at all?" Jones's father was on his feet, glaring flames at Achiel. "Even if you hold none of us in no regard, do you also think so lowly of grandmother?! Have you had a pact with the devil? Is that why you are so brazen and dismissive, or are you just being foolish?!" Jones's father was not willing to spare the rod. It seemed as though his rod was made out of iron. One of the reasons why the man was restless was because Achiel had returned. Grandmother had sent the family of Madam away. She had cut Marie off from the business of the family! Though, Grandmother