Carson stood there watching as the Valestown brothers and Lucius Garner embraced each other, laughing with happiness. He couldn't believe this huge coincidence, but at least he felt glad that it could help Curtis."He's Curtis Stanton. He's the new owner of Stanton Enterprises and Joseph's heir," Lucius confirmed, being a very reliable source for Wester and Payton.The Valestown brothers looked at Curtis from a different perspective now and were no longer judging him for his unkempt appearance."How is it possible that such a poorly dressed man can be the most powerful magnate in the country?" Wester asked, puzzled."To be honest, I have no idea why he presented himself like this today, but I assure you that Curtis is the most stylish man I've ever met," Lucius explained."I had a bad day," excused Curtis.Curtis exchanged an uncomfortable glance with Carson. He was the only one in that office who knew the truth about Curtis.Lucius felt ashamed for defending Curtis, but ultimately, t

Curtis got up and twisted his neck from side to side to make it crack. It didn't take long for him to realize that his lip was split, and a few drops of blood were slowly oozing from it.Carson opened his eyes wide as he saw that he had made Curtis bleed.A second of uncomfortable silence filled the room as Rebeca Hemerson wanted to run away from that place.Curtis touched his lips with his fingers and could see his own blood."That was a good hit," Curtis said, smiling.Carson didn't expect Curtis to hit him back twice as hard and with pinpoint accuracy.Curtis' blow was so strong that it threw Carson against the door of his office.Curtis seized the moment to grab him by the shoulders and then push his head against the glass again.Curtis' arms were like a pair of wrecking balls pressing Carson forcefully against the glass, not allowing him to move.Carson's cheek was losing its shape as his face was crushed against the door."Mr. Curtis... let him go," Rebeca pleaded, feeling scare

"Get out of here!" yelled Beth like crazy as Baxter held her.Curtis just shook his hands to get rid of the coffee dripping all over his body. His clothes were soaked in hot coffee.But Curtis didn't care about the pain of that hot drink burning his skin. For him, it was much more painful to watch everyone reject him for what he had done."You're a miserable parasite and you'll never be up to our standards. It doesn't matter that you're the heir. To me, you're still a pauper," shouted Beth, who didn't stop insulting Curtis."I think it's better if you leave, Curtis," said Baxter."Yes, Curtis. It's for the best. Go back to the mansion," suggested Amber."Who the hell do you think you are to have an opinion in this discussion?" shouted Beth, addressing Amber, "you're just a damn maid who took advantage of my son's stupidity."Curtis felt a strong rage seeing how Beth insulted Amber. He clenched his fists so hard, so hard that even his nails dug into the skin of his palms and made him b

"You can leave this mansion calmly in handcuffs, or you can leave forcibly subdued by a police officer. The decision is yours," said Inspector Ascanio, leaning forward slightly. "Neither. There's no need for handcuffs or brute force. I'll accompany you without any resistance," Curtis stood up and prepared to accompany Inspector Ascanio. "Very clever of you," the inspector praised Curtis's willingness and also stood up to leave for the county jail. Curtis fastened the button of his elegant suit and pointed to the exit with his hand, being very polite and refined. While Curtis was being arrested at the Stanton mansion, the clinic where Carson died was in chaos. The news had leaked to the press, and all the journalists were fighting to get some information. Even the police were forced to intervene to prevent these reporters from harassing the Stanton family. Ámbar cried inconsolably in the waiting room where she was forced to stay. Baxter accompanied her at the back of the room, an

A sudden rain began to fall over the city, soaking everything in its path. Some people took it as God's tears mourning the death of Carson Stanton, while for others, it was merely the onset of the cold winter.Two burly men guarded a gigantic door behind them. They were dressed very elegantly in completely identical black suits.The door they guarded was truly massive. It measured ten meters high and five meters wide, and behind that door lay the Ballmer mansion with all its luxuries.These burly men took shelter from the rain under a small roof at the top of the door. They were there twenty-four hours a day.From a distance, they could see a man approaching slowly, walking in the pouring rain."Do you think he's a threat?" one of the men asked."I don't know. He's alone and doesn't seem very strong," the other man said, "it's better to wait for him to arrive and see what he wants."The stranger in the rain approached closer and closer until they could finally see his face.It was Luc