Master Russell’s eyes narrowed. "Why is your car in Springfield City, Leo? Did you go there?" His tone was sharp, his walking stick tapping impatiently on the floor.Leo swallowed hard. "No, we didn’t, Father. The thing is… we were robbed," he lied, his voice shaky. Ruth quickly added, emphasizing, "Yes, we were robbed."Master Russell’s gaze sharpened. "Why didn’t you say so earlier?" he asked, his suspicion evident.Leo hesitated. "We didn’t want to worry you unnecessarily. I was going to see if I can track the thieves later."Greg, standing to the side, looked puzzled, glancing between his parents and his grandfather, wondering if they were telling the truth."Greg!" Master Russell barked, his voice louder. "Did you know about this robbery?"Greg blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… I'm sorry, Grandfather. What did you say?""I asked if you knew about the robbery!" Master Russell repeated, his voice stern.Greg shifted uncomfortably before nodding. "Yes… they mentioned it to me on our

Greg was deep in sleep, his lips curled into a smile as he dreamed of being in charge of his grandfather’s vast business empire. He could almost hear the applause of his colleagues and see the admiration in their eyes. But then, he felt something cold and hard pressing against his forehead. Slowly, he opened his eyes and almost screamed. A gun was pointed at him, held by his grandfather, Master Russell.“You seem to have lied to me when you returned,” Russell’s voice was low, filled with a threatening calm. His eyes were sharp, cold, and unforgiving, fixed on Greg’s face. “Tell me the truth.”Greg blinked rapidly, still waking up from his dream. “I... I didn’t lie, Grandfather,” he stammered, sitting up slowly. “I swear, everything I told you was true.”Russell cocked the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Greg’s heart raced. “This is your last chance, boy. What really happened? If you don’t tell me, I will kill you.”Fear gripped Greg, and his voice trembled. “Alright, alrigh

Inside, Master Russell was lounging on a lavish couch, a large cigar dangling from his lips. The smoke curled lazily in the air around him as he took a deep drag, the tip glowing a fiery red. The man in the uniform approached and bowed low."Someone is here to see you, sir."Russell didn't bother looking up. "Name?"The man hesitated, stammering. "Huh, sorry, sir. I forgot to ask."Russell's eyes flashed with irritation, and he shot the man a deadly stare. The guard quickly turned to leave, but Russell's voice stopped him. “Wait. Is it a young-looking man?""Yes, sir."Russell smirked. "Let him in."He glanced up the stairs briefly, inhaling deeply before releasing a cloud of ash-laden smoke. Gabriel's footsteps echoed loudly as he walked in, coming face to face with Russell."You must know me, Russell Walclaw," Gabriel began, his voice firm.Russell looked him over with a grin. "Ah, boy. You look just like my typical adopted son, Oliver. I know you, Gabriel. To what do I owe this v

Greg stood outside the mansion, his posture relaxed and his expression cool as he waited for his parents, Ruth and Leo, to approach after a car pulled up in the driveway. The sound of their footsteps crunched on the gravel pathway, and he put on a charming smile."Greg!" Ruth exclaimed, pulling him into a warm hug. "It’s good to be back."Greg returned the hug lightly, his smile never wavering. "Welcome back, Mother, Father."Leo raised an eyebrow, curiosity etched on his face. "Why did you send us on that vacation, Greg? It felt... sudden."Greg chuckled softly, his tone smooth. "Just wanted you both to have some time to relax, away from all the business stress. You deserved it."Ruth smiled warmly. "Well, thank you for that. We needed it." She began to chatter excitedly, "We went to the coast, stayed in a lovely villa, and oh, the sunsets were just breathtaking!"Greg nodded, keeping up his easy demeanor. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. You both deserve a break now and then.""We should a

Gabriel entered the room, closing the door behind him. He looked around in amazement, his eyes widening as he took in the luxurious space—the plush carpet under his feet, the elegant drapes, and the polished wooden furniture. A wide grin spread across his face, and he blabbered to himself, "Wow… this is more like it. I’m really going to enjoy staying here."He moved around, touching everything, running his hand over the smooth surface of the dresser, opening and closing drawers just to hear the sound they made. He found a small chest and peeked inside, chuckling. "Fancy stuff… I’ve never lived in a place like this. Imagine living in such a great house every day," he muttered with a mix of excitement and disbelief.He spotted a bookshelf filled with neatly arranged books and snorted, "Books, books… who has time for these? Not me, that’s for sure." He shuffled over to the closet, opening it to see clothes neatly hung. "Seriously, they even color-code their clothes?" He shook his head