The barman seemed pleased with the dollar bills in his pocket and he went as far as giving him access to the VIP section, "You'll have to tip off the doorman too," he whispered to Bryan who rolled his eyes but also gave a few dollars to the doorman.He walked inside the VIP section and sat at the farthest corner of the club. The music there was milder compared to the music in the regular section. The girls that served drinks were a little less dressed and more exposed and the light was a lot dimmer too. Bryan was still looking around for the men they'd met in the parking lot when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was about to pick it up when he heard a loud laughter to his left. "Hello, Benjamin, I'm in the VIP section, I have to go, I just found our guys," he said and ended the call. Bryan rose from his seat as he caught sight of the men, he didn't want to miss them in the dark club so he carefully followed them with his eyes as they walked through a set of double doors

A fancy Ferrari was parked outside Derek Gudling's mansion the next day as Bryan pulled into the compound. Although his last visit hadn't been very smooth, he noticed that the guards didn't send him away or ask him to identify himself as he drove through the gates. It was obvious that somehow lord Derek knew he would come back and whenever he did, he too would be ready to talk. There was something oddly familiar about the car parked in front of the house. "I've seen this ride before," he muttered to himself as he closed his car door and walked through the threshold. The guards all bowed to him respectfully - another indication that they all now feared him from the previous day when they were punished by their master for disrespecting him. And it also told Bryan that he never got to debrief the guards again. "Where is lord Derek?" He asked softly and the guard quickly pointed him at the small bar at the side of the house. Bryan could still recall the last time that he'd been there

Bryan left the gathering that afternoon with a sullen expression. Outside, he could see that a list of his wife's family members were already gathering to mock and taunt him but he didn't pay heed to any of them. "You should have known that your mother-in-law will want the best for her daughter," one of the nasty men said."And I'm glad for the first time that Freda didn't try to cover up your mess! This family has had enough of you!" Another woman snapped. Claire was running after Bryan as he stepped outside the building and headed to his car. "Bryan," she said loudly and he turned to her. "I'm sorry for what just happened, my mother didn't mean __" she began to explain but Bryan held a hand in front of her with a stern look. "It's obvious that your mother doesn't want us together anymore, but I don't care what she thinks, what matters is what you think," he said. "Of course I want us to be together, I would never think of anything else," she replied softly. Bryan nodded and he

Bryan strode to the scene angrily and with a cold voice growled, "What's going on here?" At once, the lady stepped back and then looked at him with a scornful expression. "Aren't you the useless husband that cannot keep your wife in check?" The strange lady asked. Bryan sneered at her, "Watch your tongue or you will regret it," he said through clenched teeth.The lady scoffed at him, "Regret it? You should be the one running out of his place before either call the security on you!" She snapped and pointed at the door like Bryan was some dog that would just cower and runoff. "What do you think you are? Managing the Tesly Hotel when someone else owns it?" Bryan sneered at her. "Yes, I'm the manager of the hotel and the likes of you aren't allowed here! Speaking of the owner, you don't even deserve to set your eyes on the CEO of the hotel," she spat mockingly. Claire got up from the bar and was still looking confused but she had quickly withdrawn into her shell as the confirmation

The road was open and dark as he rolled into the front hears of Derek Gudling. The guards outside looked at him oddly and one of them stood in front of his car. "What can we do for you, sir?" He asked with raised brows. Bryan didn't like showing up at the Gudling residence uninvited but he had no choice. His wife's mother was making his life a living hell and he had to prove to the Oscar family sooner rather than later that the documents he presented weren't fake. "It's urgent, I have to meet with Derek Gudling," he replied. The man pursed his lips at the sound of Bryan referring to the lord without his appropriate title. "You mean lord Derek Gudling?" He asked with a nasty scowl and Bryan just nodded. As much as the guard would have loved nothing more than sending him away from his sight because he didn't respect his boss enough, he could remember the events of the previous week, when the boss himself punished a few of his colleagues who had embarrassed Bryan on the porch. That wa