As soon as Marcus returned home from the funeral, he hurriedly searched for Gregory William’s things that he had previously ignored.“I know it’s here somewhere,” he muttered, leaning down to the vault underneath the floor and searching for the documents he had discarded long ago.“Oh, here they are,” he said with a grin. He then groaned as his body reminded him of the pain, urging him to rest, but he immediately shrugged it off. Ignoring the late hour, he quickly called Michael’s number.“Assh*le! Do you know what time it is?” Michael exclaimed.“It’s 3 AM,” Marcus responded reluctantly. Michael snapped and hung up. Marcus dialed his number again and was yelled at once more.“What do you want, bastard?”“Why are you yelling at me when I called for your sake? You’re breaking my heart,” Marcus said sarcastically.This reminded Michael that he should treat Gregory William better, as he was the one who would decide who would be the next chairman.“I was half asleep. What did you call fo

At eight in the morning, the air was still peaceful in Aurora. The only news that had broken was about Reyster's bullying, which didn’t really matter to the William family. Specifically, for the chairman, it was insignificant.However, not for the eldest son.Michael William, anxiously paced back and forth in front of his father's office, waiting to be let in.“If only he wasn’t important right now, I’d just kill him rather than do this,” he muttered nervously.He scowled, thinking about how Gregory William almost discovered his misdeeds and jeopardized his extra funds.“Lucky he didn’t find out it was me. I’d be doomed if he went straight to Father,” he said with relief.He glared at the office door, determined to fix everything and secure his path to succession.“Make it direct and short,” Simon Cheng, the chairman's close associate and secretary, commanded, but Michael no longer regarded him with respect.“You don’t tell me what to do. Aren’t you ashamed to still hang around here a

Marcus chugged down a handful of painkillers, his hand trembling slightly from the intense pain radiating from his injuries. “Ugh. Sh*t. Damn body, please cooperate. I need to do this now,” he muttered to himself, forcing himself to walk through the hotel hallway. The fall from the cliff had left him battered and bruised, but his determination to keep moving was unyielding. Despite the pain and his injuries, he forced himself to walk with a steady gait, pretending nothing was wrong. “Are you okay, sir?” a man asked as they met in the middle of the hallway. “I’m fine,” Marcus replied, automatically shifting into character. He studied the face of the associate, realizing he had no idea who this guy was. The only thing he could tell right away was how the man was dressed, which indicated he worked for the William Group. “Oh, I am Robles Asol. Associate from William Securities,” the man introduced himself, showing his ID. “Okay, go on your way,” Marcus said dismissively. But he turn

The grand ballroom of the Sunrise Hotel was filled with investors, executives, and media personnel, all buzzing with anticipation.Marcus Xu, disguised as Gregory William, stood confidently on the stage, his bandaged face hiding a sinister smile.The moment he'd been waiting for had arrived.“Let me in!”The crowd gasped, and security immediately moved to intercept Reyster Sebastian the moment he barged into the conference hall. He pushed through them with frenzied strength."Gerald William! Where are you?" Reyster shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. No longer intimidated by Gregory William, he furiously searched for Gerald. His disheveled appearance drew whispers and curious glances from the attendees. Wearing only a robe and slippers, he stood in stark contrast to the polished, high-powered crowd."Gerald William!" Reyster shouted again, his voice echoing through the ballroom. "Show yourself, you coward!"Marcus Xu stepped forward, gripping the microphone tightly. "Ladies and

At Aurora, the grand estate of the William family, the members gathered in the opulent study room, the tension palpable as they awaited the arrival of Chairman Gudofredo. The ornate room, filled with dark wood and rich leather, seemed to suffocate them under the weight of the scandal that had befallen the William Group.Ruben, the chairman's brother, lounged in a leather armchair, swirling a glass of brandy. His eyes darted around the room, assessing the anxiety etched on everyone’s faces."Well, isn't this a charming family gathering," he remarked with a sardonic grin. "I wonder which one of us will be the sacrificial lamb today."Lucretia, Ruben’s wife, sat primly beside him, her lips pursed in disapproval. "Ruben, this is serious. The company's reputation is at stake, and all you can do is make jokes."Emily, the wife of the eldest son, Michael, stood near the fireplace, her arms crossed defensively. "Perhaps if certain people had been more discreet, we wouldn't be in this mess," s