The Harrington family was consumed by tension and uncertainty, grappling with the shocking revelation of Alexander's true identity. They knew they had to act swiftly or risk facing the consequences of Alexander's wrath, which could lead to the downfall of their company and their financial ruin.Tracy, alone in her room, was deep in thought, trying to come up with a plan. She couldn't bear the thought of her family going poor, and her mind raced with ideas. She thought of seeking help from a wealthy and influential person, someone who could potentially save their company from Alexander's clutches.She picked up her phone and began searching the internet for a suitable candidate. After scrolling through various profiles, she stumbled upon one that caught her attention: "Michael Shawn, President of the M.S. Group." She learned that he had recently arrived in the state a few months ago but hadn't yet made an appearance at the company. His whereabouts were unknown, and Tracy's curiosity w

You might not know how awful or wicked people are until they are desperate, and that's what happened to Mr. Fred. Mr. Fred got involved in a money laundering scheme, which had attracted the police's attention, although they didn't know the face of the person they were looking for.This was how it happened: Mr. Fred got into a money laundering deal with one of the most notorious criminals in the city, using his female secretary. Then the police barged in, with the briefcase full of money, and the secretary managed to run away without the police seeing her face, but they could identify that it was a female running away. They chased after her, and she managed to escape from the police in a hidden place.In a small shop, she immediately called Mr. Fred. As soon as the phone rang, Mr. Fred picked it up, "Hello, sir… I have been chased by the police." "Then, what the hell are you calling me for? Are you crazy!" Mr. Fred sneered at her. "Sir, I have no other options; I am your secretary, a

Alexander felt a shiver down his spine as Mr. Augustus walked towards him slowly."So, you are Alexander?" Mr. Augustus demanded.Alexander maintained his composure and nodded. "Yeah... sir.""I heard you are an ex-convict," Mr. Augustus continued.Alexander nodded again, his eyes never leaving Mr. Augustus's face. "Yes, sir. That's true."Mr. Augustus's expression turned stern, his voice low and menacing. "I see. Well, Alexander, let me make one thing clear to you. My daughter, Emily, is off-limits to you. I don't want to see you with her again... Do you understand?"Alexander felt a surge of anger at the man's tone, but he kept his cool. "I can't do that, sir."Mr. Augustus took a step closer, his eyes boring into Alexander's. "Really? Why?"Alexander clenched his jaw in frustration. "She would have no one then. You neglect her, and don't even care about her."Mr. Augustus's face turned red with rage, his voice rising. "How dare you! You're just a convict, nobody! You have no right

"Oh, no! That can't be possible, how could grandfather make that bastard girl the CEO, what the hell is he thinking!" Vivienne shrieked, her voice echoing through the room. Her face was red with rage, and her eyes blazed with fury.Vivienne was the granddaughter of Mr. Augustus' first son, Mr. Jack. She was a strong-willed woman who would do anything for her husband, Mark. Mr. Augustus liked Mark, but he didn't feel comfortable with him, sensing something sinister about him.The room was filled with Mr. Augustus' extended family, including his children and grandchildren. Nick, born to Mr. Augustus' second child, was a cunning individual who always pretended to be cool. Angel, the last grandchild, born to Mr. Augustus' fourth child was childish and only knew how to spend money and shop. They were all in the room, including their parents, waiting for Mr. Augustus to arrive. Mrs. Augustus had already given them a hint about the meeting, which had sparked Vivienne's outburst.Vivienne's

Elena and Vivienne arrived at the venue where the birthday party was supposed to be held. Elena was dressed in a very short skirt and cropped top, which was unusually revealing for her, but Vivienne had convinced her strongly to wear it. Entering the bar, Elena was confused to find it empty, with only the bartender present. "Is this not the venue?" she asked, confusion etched on her face.Vivienne smiled. "Yeah, it is! But not just time yet. I just want us to be here early, before the cake and others arrive. I want you to be with me.""Oh," Elena stated, nodding, then looked around the bar. It was very wide and spacious for a birthday party. "Let's have some drinks before the cake and others arrive," Vivienne proposed."Mmm, no, please. I can't drink... I usually get drunk with just two cups of alcohol," Elena said.Vivienne convinced her, "Just a shot, a shot to clear our heads." Elena wanted to refuse, but Vivienne was pleading, so she gave in. They went to the bartender and ordere