Aiden and Jeremy sat across from each other, their eyes locked in a tense stare. Mr. Ray observed them from a distance."Surprise? I hope you two are getting along," he inquired."Yeah, father," Jeremy replied."That's great to hear. If you prove me wrong, Aiden, I can make you the CEO of the other company," Mr. Ray stated.Aiden's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "I will really do, I will.""Okay, any problems I should know about?" Mr. Ray questioned.They exchanged glances and mumbled in unison, "No.""That's great then. I can see you two are doing well, so I'll be on my way," Mr. Ray stood up, and they followed suit."Aiden, I'm counting on you as my successor. I'm doing this to make you realize your potential, so use your senses," Mr. Ray advised.Jeremy's anger simmered beneath the surface. "I will make myself worthy," Aiden promised.Mr. Ray left the company, and Aiden and Jeremy escorted him out."Do you think we should tell him?" Aiden asked."That's stupid! Just because he sai

Tom's POV:I stared at Ariana in the sickbed as the IV transfused blood into her. She looked like she had been through a dungeon full of hardships.I don't understand why I'm doing this; I vowed to cut ties with her and have nothing to do with her. But fate keeps pushing me closer to her.The doctor entered, saying, "Thanks, Mister Tom, it's completed," as he removed the tube from me. I tried to get up, but my head felt dizzy. I needed to go to Riley; she's waiting for me."You need to rest for a few hours," the doctor said."No, I have to…" My voice faltered as my head throbbed. I had no choice but to rest as I drifted into dreamland.**Time passed, and I woke up feeling much better.**I slowly opened my eyes to see a blurry figure beside me. After a moment, it became clear: it was Ariana."How are you feeling?" she asked.I sat up in bed. "I should be asking you that, but seeing you like this gives me hope that you're okay." She smiled, her eyes wrinkling. I removed the IV drip on m

The shock on their faces somehow made me happy—yes, that was it. The moment I had been waiting for. Being in that room brought back old memories of Liam. "Hello, are you that happy to see me?" I said, waving at them as their expressions shifted from shock to electrification. I took a few steps further into the room. "That smell nice," I commented casually. "What are you doing here?" Mr. Ray shouted, his voice tinged with anger. "You invited me," I replied calmly. Sean stood up from his seat and offered it to me. I took a seat. "Look, I was the owner of the money he invested in your company. So, in a way, I am the investor." Mr. Ray stared at Sean, realization dawning upon him that he had been deceived. Aiden's anger flared, and he lunged toward Sean, grabbing his collar. However, Sean, evidently skilled in combat, quickly countered and threw Aiden to the floor. Aiden landed hard, his body hitting the ground with a thud. I couldn't help but smirk. "What... How? How could yo

In Ray's room, Mr. Ray's voice was almost a yell, "How could you offer him that much money?" Jeremy sat solemnly beside him, with Aiden present too. "We had to do it to borrow the money. Once we're stable, giving him 20% won't affect us," Jeremy explained. Mr. Ray exhaled in anger, "That prick! Where could he even get that amount of money?""We need to strike before he makes a move," Aiden suggested. Jeremy chimed in, "Father's right. Let's do to him what he did to us.""Rest assured, I'll have him traced, along with his accomplices," Mr. Ray assured them, cautioning, "And both of you, be extremely careful from now on." They both nodded.Suddenly, Mrs. Ray rushed downstairs, "You need to see this!" She turned on the television. The screen displayed a picture of Tom, as the reporter's voice conveyed the latest update."In an inspiring act of generosity, a man has built the Waflare House—a place where people find refuge and community. This heartwarming initiative has garnered praise f

Chapter 29:They stood there, numbed by the sudden appearance of a person who had seemingly caught them off guard. At first glance, he didn't seem entirely human – a man in his sixties, frail and thin. His plea for help trembled in the air with his shaky voice. Glancing at each other, they noticed something odd about his eyes; he was blind.Surveying his surroundings, he continued, "Please, anyone there?" Without hesitation, Jeremy grabbed the shovel and swung it forcefully, knocking the man to the ground, causing him to lose consciousness and bleed from his head. Before he could strike again, Max intervened."What do you think you're doing?" Max questioned, his tone filled with concern.Jeremy's gaze turned cold as he responded, "He just witnessed us.""He's blind, he saw nothing," Max reasoned, trying to diffuse the situation."It's better to eliminate any possibility. What if he heard us?" Jeremy argued, raising the shovel once more."I can't let you do that," Max firmly declared,