What's wrong? Smith squeezed his face as he heard some noise from behind. He turned back and shook his head with a sigh as he saw Mr. Carlos ran after his car relentlessly with a beautiful ten-year-old girl in his arms. He could tell that she was his daughter. Why was he running after his car with his daughter? He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. "Stop!" He ordered, and Micheal stepped on the brake without hesitation. He removed his hand away from the steering wheel and turned to Smith. "Hope there's no problem, Sir," he said respectfully, and Smith nodded his head calmly without responding. "Park the car beside the road and wait for them," Smith said coldly, and Micheal drove the car out of the expressway to an empty field. Smith crooked his chin and sat crossed-leg in his car as he waited patiently for Mr. Carlos. He reached out to the magazine that was lying on the chair beside him. He took it and glanced through it. He clenched his hand and bit his lip

"Argh!"Jayden punched the wall behind him and gritted his teeth as he remembered how his father yelled at him because of his illegitimate son, Smith. He thought he was his father's favorite until Smith came into the picture, and his father started taking special care of Smith like he was worth it. Of course, he wasn't worth it because he was just an illegitimate son. Why was his father taking care of him in that manner? That was a question that he couldn't get an answer to, and it was disturbing his mind. Somehow, he felt useless and angry at himself for the turn of tides. Not only did his father give him luxurious items but his father also gifted him the two most talented personnel in his squad, Stella and Micheal. His father refused to give them to him, claiming that they were talented but he gave them to Smith voluntarily. He was planning to punish the man who dared to challenge him in his father's five five-star hotel until he came the next day and found out that he was his f

Smith took a deep breath and turned to Edward, who stood in front of him with his arms crossed under his broad chest. He didn't forget to size up the suit that he was putting on, it was the latest model of Louis Vuitton suit. It seemed he was going to attend a powerful meeting. "Hey, where do you think you're heading to?" Edward asked in a cold tone as he swept his cold gaze on the poor-looking man who was before him. It took everything in him not to shrink in disgust. Smith's presence disgusted him. "What do you want?" Smith asked indifferently, not ready for his troubles that morning. "I should be asking you that question, you fool. What are you doing here?" Edward asked. "Why shouldn't I be here?" Smith replied to him with a question. "That's because you're not qualified to be here. I'm sure you're here to seek a job, right?" Edward asked, and he scoffed inwardly. "What made you think you're supposed to be here?" Smith didn't hold back. He retorted in a cold tone. Edward fel

"Your phone is ringing, Sir," his secretary ran into his phone to hand over his phone that was ringing loudly. He looked up and glared at his secretary, who barged into his office without knocking at the door. She bowed her head slightly and rushed over to him. He collected the phone from her and waved his hand dismissively. He stood up from the swivel chair and cleared his throat as he stared at the caller ID. It was indeed an important person that was calling him. It was Ms Victoria. He smiled in satisfaction as he picked up the call. "Good day, Lady Victoria. May I know why I owe you this call," he said politely. It was a pleasant surprise for him to receive a call from the vice president of the Newcastle corporation. He believed she was calling for a business meeting or contract. He knew his father was going to be happy. Her cold yet exquisite voice rang on the other side of the phone. "I called you to inform you, Mr. Edward, that the Newcastle corporation has cut off any par

Huh?Edward stared at Smith with a confused look on his face. He pondered on Smith's statement for a while but he couldn't come up with a better idea of what he meant. He walked closer to Smith till there was little to no distance between them and said coldly. "How dare you talk to me in that manner, huh!""Do you know who you're talking to, huh? I'm the manager of the Nexus company," he said proudly, and Smith chucked. For the second time, he stared at Smith confusedly wondering why he was laughing in such a situation. He wanted to lash out and punish Smith but he had to control himself because of his reputation which wasn't reputable. He had been sacked from his father's company or the Newcastle Corporation so he'd no right to claim that he was the manager of the company but the news hadn't been released that he'd been fired from the work. He decided to flaunt his authority and power to the poor man before him even if it was once. "Manager of the Nexus company? Do you mean the fo