Chapter 78Gracie finally made her way to the park, but it was already late. Her heart was heavy with worry and disappointment. She looked around, but there was no sign of Harvey. The park was almost empty, and the evening shadows were growing longer.Gracie took a deep breath and pulled out her phone. She dialed Harvey’s number, her hands trembling slightly. After a few rings, he answered."Harvey, it’s Gracie," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I’m at the park, but I don’t see you. Where are you?"Harvey’s voice came through the phone, smooth and calm. "Hey, Gracie. I had to step away for a bit. Just wait there, and I’ll come back soon."Gracie’s heart sank a little, but she tried to remain hopeful. "Okay, I’ll wait. Please hurry."She sat down on a bench near the fountain, her mind racing with thoughts. She hoped Harvey would come quickly. The park felt eerie in the fading light, and she didn’t want to be alone for too long.Minutes turned into an hour, and still, there w

Mrs. Eloise sat on the couch in the living room, thinking deeply about everything that had happened to their family. She couldn't make any sense of what was happening. How had they fallen this deeply? She sighed, glancing around the once-luxurious room now stripped of many of its finer furnishings. It seemed just yesterday they were living in comfort and security, but now they were on the brink of losing everything.Her thoughts drifted back to the numerous attempts they had made to contact Harvey. Despite their efforts, he had refused to help them even after they offered him a share of the company’s profits. It made no sense to her. Why would he turn down such an offer unless he was already doing well for himself? The last time she saw him, he seemed comfortable, even prosperous. But how did it happen? She wasn't sure but vowed to find out.The sound of footsteps broke her daydreaming. Garcia entered the room, looking as tired and worried as Eloise felt.“Mom, are you okay?” Garcia as

Mr. Micheal Anderson sat at the head of the long dining table, staring at the pile of bills and financial statements spread out in front of him. The once extravagant Anderson mansion was now a shadow of its former self.The furniture, though still looking elegant, appeared to be needing help. The joy that the household felt was no longer there.The almighty arrogant Anderson family.Gracia, who had come to join her father, sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as she tried to make sense of the amount of numbers on the father’s desk. The pressure was unbearable, and the future looked bleak.Her mother entered the room, her shoulders slumped seeing the expression on their faces. "Any progress?" She asked, though she already knew the answer.Gracia shook her head. "No, Mom. It's worse than we thought. We’re drowning in debt, and there’s no way out."She sat down beside her, looking at the documents. "We’ve tried everything, darling. The bank won’t lend us any more money, and our investors h

Harvey sat in his home office, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, lost in thought. His mind was preoccupied with plans to deal with Henry and his mother, who had become thorns in his side.He was determined to bring them to their knees, to make them pay for every slight, every insult, every pain they had gone through, and for killing his parents. He was never going to let them go free.They would get equal punishment just as the Andersons’ and then he would rest. He would make sure Henry was disgraced and his mother would beg for mercy but it would never come.Just as he was formulating his next action, the door to his office creaked open, and Professor Jason stepped in. "Harvey," he began, breaking the silence, "Master, Harvey I thought you'd want to know the latest news."Harvey looked up, his interest piqued. Wondering what it was. "What is it, Jason?" Professor Jason held up his phone, the screen was showing a news headline of an article. "The Andersons are about to sell thei

One million and five hundred thousand," someone in the crowd called out then another new voice followed. "One million seven hundred thousand," another bidder quickly countered.Harvey remained in his corner, with a small smile playing on his lips. He could see the desperation in the Andersons' eyes, the way they clung to each bid as if it were a lifeline. He knew the time to place his own bid would come, but for now, he was content to watch the spectacle happen.As the bids climbed higher, the tension in the room grew. People shifted in their seats, some whispering among themselves, others nervously glancing at the competition. The auctioneer kept the pace steady, his voice was clear and commanding. "Two million," someone called out."Two million two hundred thousand," came the immediate response.Mr. Michael clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure. He glanced at his family, offering a weak smile. "We might just make something good out of this money," he whispered, though his v