He picked up the call and placed the device closer to his ear. "Hello, hope everything is okay," he said, his tone demanding. His Manager replied, "Nothing real much, sir. Just wanted to know what I am supposed to say to the workers. Should we let them go permanently or give them temporary leave, assuring them they still have their jobs to come back to?"He picked up the call and placed the device closer to his ear, his eyebrows furrowing in anticipation. "Let them go on temporary off. We will find a way to handle this situation later," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration. He exhaled deeply and made his way to the nearby sofa, sinking into its cushioned comfort.His Manager acknowledged his decision with a tone of understanding, "Okay sir, I will implement that with immediate effect." The call finally came to its conclusion, and he gently placed his phone down on the coffee table, releasing a sigh of relief mingled with a tinge of weariness. He reclined back, clos

Everyone turned to look at the hearing of that voice. A mix of surprise and curiosity filled the room as the sound cut through the air. "Uncle," Ethan called out, his gaze piercing as he moved closer to him. Raymond's face hardened as he confronted him, his voice carrying a harsh edge and his seriousness clearly evident. "Who the hell are you to think you can go against my wish and celebrate his birthday?" His words were laced with a deep sense of frustration and resentment."Uncle" Ethan's voice held a calm tone, seeking to diffuse the tension in the room. "You need to calm down. It's not a big deal. I just thought surprising him on his birthday is a good thing. He deserves to be happy that he's a year older," Ethan tried to reason with Raymond, his eyes reflecting a genuine sincerity."He's right," chimed in Raymond's wife with a hint of frustration in her voice. She moved closer to him, her intent clear in challenging his stance. "I am tired of denying him his birthday. What's goin

"Yes, but I was in love with your father," she said, her voice full of nostalgia and a touch of sadness. Her eyes glistened with unspoken memories as she recalled the past. "And he claimed to love me too. That's where the whole scenario started."As she spoke, her words seemed to carry a weight of their own, as if each syllable held hidden layers of meaning. It was a tale of love and desire, interwoven with the complexities of human emotions. The air around her became heavy with the intricacies of their relationship, the entanglement of hearts and souls."He said your dad was used to having whatever he wished for," she continued, her voice slightly trembling. "And he started hitting on him, so your dad had to make a choice. He chose Clinton as his personal assistant, a decision that only stoked the flames of jealousy within him."The room was filled with a sense of tension as her words hung in the air, leaving Ethan perplexed. It seemed as though he had been unaware of this emotional

Chapter 97Rodriguez Mansion A sense of tension and chaos permeated the atmosphere. Kingsley, rushed forward in a desperate attempt to protect his father from the grasps of the police. His voice trembled with a mixture of fear, confusion, and a deep-rooted sense of loyalty. "Why is my father being arrested? You can't take him from here. He hasn't done anything wrong," he pleaded, his words filled with an unwavering conviction.In the background, the rest of the family stood in unified support, their expressions mirroring concern and disbelief. Their unwavering loyalty to Mr. Raymond was clear, as they too joined Kingsley in questioning the motives behind the arrest. Emotions ran high within the mansion, as the family refused to accept the charges being leveled against their patriarch."We are sorry, but we have to carry out the arrest," the detective responded calmly, attempting to maintain a neutral demeanor. "This is an order that we must follow. If you have any questions or concer

Chapter 98"And how was that your business?" Kingsley retorted, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and defiance. The weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him, causing him to lose his composure. "He's my father, and he has every right to treat me the way he wanted," he added, his words echoing with a hint of defiance and independence. "He has nurtured me until this stage, and I will forever appreciate that. But I also have the right to prove to him how far I can go and who I can become." The resolute determination in Kingsley's voice spoke of his unwavering belief in his own abilities and the need to forge his own path, despite the complexities of his relationship with his father."Then it's your concern," Kingsley responded, his voice charged with anger and frustration. The weight of his emotions hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the conversation. "Because I won't stand by idly and watch him move freely, knowing that he was responsible for my father'