On top of the documents were duly signed "Confidentiality Agreement" by Clark and his friends. I can see that there were terms and conditions attached to it, including the one Dad had mentioned that they are forbidden to get near me a certain distance and for not mentioning a word about the case if it didn't exist to them. "Alright, here's the real deal, Zachary. I'll be giving four things to agree with me if you still want to work in my company," he added, "first, the one I mentioned earlier. In exchange for agreeing to my terms, you have to sign an agreement too. One thing is for certain, those bastards won't harm you anymore, both physically and mentally. Second. We need to unfold your true identity publicly through a press conference. In the way, no one would dare hurt you in all aspects." Dad looked me in the eye, however, this time, the sharpness and profoundness of his expressions tripled compared to five seconds ago. I was supposed to confront him, but he answered

She closed her eyes tightly when I was about to slap her face. However, I stopped myself from becoming a monster like Dad. "Fine," I said. "Give her her last warning for the sake of her family. Once I hear she is doing that again to someone doing nothing against her, I'll make sure to ruin her life myself. Do you understand?" Jennie and Ms. Claire nodded their heads in unison without asking further questions. I'm not good at threatening people, but it was the least I could do to scare her, with the hopes that she would heed my words. "Gather everyone. Let's have an immediate meeting in five minutes." I said before I walked back to my seat. Three minutes later, all the new employees in my office were gathered around the table, their faces filled with curiosity and confusion. Mr. Claire, on the other hand, remained her eyes lowered as if she was avoiding making eye-to-eye contact with anyone. None of them even dared to ask anything about what happened earlier. Jennie

Boredom struck me like a bolt of lightning last night, so I did not get the chance to think better about the consequences of creating a new account. I mean, who could have thought I would be bombarded with friend requests and messages the moment I created the Young Master's account? "I'm afraid it's too late for that, my friend." John Dave replied teasingly. "People already yearned to see and meet you in one of the hallways in this building. So, yeah, you should keep the account active as much as possible." "So, what do you suggest then?" I asked him helplessly. "Beats me." John Dave heaved an abrupt sigh the second the elevator cracked open. "You're good at walking in those hallways with your profile hidden. So, it's either you can continue pretending to someone else or you can scream to the world that you are the Young Master. As easy as that." We immediately shut our mouths the second we hopped out of the elevator and greeted everyone we could pass through towar

Ten minutes later, I hopped out of the car and bolted to my condo with the soles of my shoes, not touching the surface of the ground. "Grams... Gramps! What are you all doing here instead of searching for him in the countryside?" I yelled at them from the distance. They could have reported the incident to the cops to help them analyze the case instead of traveling all the way to the city for three hours. They could have done a lot of things instead of wasting that long hours to get here. Imagine my surprise when my son's nanny dropped to her knees the moment I stood in front of Grams and Gramps. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Llamas," she uttered despite having a hard time breathing. Her eyes were swollen, and her face was soaked with profuse sweat and tears. She has been crying like for an entire day if I was not mistaken. "You should be," I replied as I looked at her with my eyes burning in rage. "Because if my son will not be found within a day, I don't know what I can do

The cops didn't give me the chance to explain - to tell them my side of the story as they dragged me out of the meeting room by force. Jennie attempted to help me, but I refused to make sure the case would not get complicated. All my employees, including John Dave, were stunned and dumbfounded upon seeing me being handcuffed and assisted by five police officers heading to the main exit. I lowered my eyes to the floor to avoid making eye-to-eye contact with anyone in the office and pretended not to feel their sharp and penetrating stares toward me. As soon as we got out of the office, I was even more surprised when more people, mostly Dad's employees were looking at me with confusion and curiosity. Some stares were mixed with disgust and bothersome. "Isn't he the man who was beaten up by his friends the other day? Do you guys have any idea what he did this time?" "Couldn't agree more. He was also the man who caused the commotion last week. Many confirmed that h