Brian blinked. "Pardon?" "I said get on your knees, kiss my shoes, and apologize," Raymond repeated impatiently. Brian stared at Raymond with deep hatred, wishing he could throw him out through the window. It's one thing to apologize to Raymond, now he was expected to kneel and kiss his shoes? "If you don't, you can leave," His boss added. Brian pondered on this. If he didn't do it, he would lose his job. But the thought of kneeling before Raymond alone irked him a lot. But his job was at stake. Brian's knees buckled slowly. Raymond smiled, thinking his plan worked well. Meanwhile, unknown to anyone except her, Patricia was getting the whole moment on video. She bit her lips in anticipation. If she caught this embarrassing moment on camera and posted it on her I*******m account, she could get a lot of likes and new followers. However, to the disappointment of everyone except Melanie and Charlene, Brian straightened before his knees could touch the ground. "No. No way. I can'

Brian stared at Melanie from head to toe in shock. "OK, I don't get it. You own those men?" Brian asked. Melanie didn't strike him as someone with that power. "No time for questions. We have to get out of here." Melanie answered. She hooked her arm into Brian's and lifted him. Brian winced as his body hurt. But the pain didn't suppress his surprise. "How did you know I was here?" he asked. "I said no time for questions." Melanie snapped. When they neared the exit of the alley, Brian saw a black Mercedes Benz waiting. And, at last, he saw the men standing by the car. They were dressed in casual clothes and had nose masks on their faces. Brian's jaw dropped. He became scared that it took all of his willpower to walk properly. These men were built up with so many muscles that Brian could see their chest and broad shoulder outline on their shirts. Their biceps popped out in their long sleeve. "Who are those?" Brian asked. He felt like a child in the presence of the men. "Chill. T

Brian's mouth hung open at the revelation. The Addams were the highest-ranking and wealthiest of all other families in the city, known for their company, L.A.K.E Conglomerate. They had been around in the country for a long time, breeding generations. They were so popular that you couldn't be a citizen of the country without knowing them. But the whole family, except an old member, was assassinated and their corpse was posted on the internet. Before he died, the survivor transferred the rights of ownership to the Lennox family, a family that had a history of friendship with the Addams. A few days after the transfer of ownership, the old man died. Being the last member of the Adams family, his death marked the end of the Addams family. Brian read this exact story on the internet during research for an assignment. The Adams family were all dead so what was Edward saying? How could he be an Addams? Brian stifled a laugh. "Nice joke Dad."He glanced at Edward's face which didn't expr

"Yeah, your father told me to transfer it to you," Richard explained as he kept his phone back in his pocket. Brian stared at his phone with his mouth hung open. "Are you okay? Is the amount too small? I told Edward to send one billion dollars." "Uh, did you just say the amount is too small?" Brian looked at Richard unbelievably. He has never owned an amount exceeding a thousand dollars, now he had millions and he was saying it was too small? It was the greatest amount to Brian. Richard shrugged. "What do I know? I have more than that." "This is...this is so great. Thank you so much." "Anytime. If you need more don't hesitate to let me know. Anyway, how do I look? How's my hair?" He tugged his suit and ran his hand on his blond hair. It seemed he added more gel and brushed up his quiff because it was more evident than last night. He had also shaved. Last night, Brian saw some strands of beards on his cheek and chin, but his face was now as smooth as the marble tiles on the groun

"Oh, I see. You and your mother are messing with me and ignoring my calls, right? You don't want to pay me. Guess what? I just threw out all of your useless stuff. That should bring you here." Brian read this text message as he was being driven to a salon Charlene recommended. Below this message was a picture of their belongings piled up outside the apartment. He chuckled. Even though it was a text message, he could imagine his landlord's angry expression and voice as he read it. The landlord hated him and his mother so much because they paid their rent late. What a relief they weren't living there anymore. He stared at the picture of all their belongings. His room in the mansion had everything he needed, even better. So there seemed to be no need to get his belongings. But his school books were among them. He needed the notes he had written in them for school. And he didn't feel comfortable leaving their belongings lying there for anyone to take. "Let's go to my former flat firs