Different reactions erupted from the family members at Adrian’s declaration; some called his bluff, thinking he was only joking. Some outrightly dismissed his declaration. Some like Anita looked at him like he had grown three heads. While the others like Grandpa Lloyd and Regina, didn’t regard him at all. To them, he was and will always be a good-for-nothing. Hence, no need taking his words to heart. This didn’t stop Regina from making a snide remark though. “Today, I’ve truly confirmed that there is only one job you’re good at; being a circus clown. I’ll rather eat my hair than take a nobody like you seriously.” Grandpa Lloyd’s brows also pinched together and a stern scowl was etched on his face as he looked at Adrian like he was dirt under his shoe. “Do you think this is a joke or something? The best wedding for generations to come?” He scoffed. “You must be more foolish than I thought to utter such balderdash! Anita,” he turned his attention to Anita, “this is the mor

Liam sighed in resignation as he slumped further into his pillow. It was no use arguing with his family members. It seemed they were not willing to give up, and he could only hope that their stubbornness doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass. Robert noticed his resigned state, and his lips twisted in a frown. “What’s wrong with you boy? You’re unlike yourself today. Don’t tell me you’re allowing that bastard’s words get to you?” Tiffany shook her head in disappointment. “C’mon, bro. You’re better than this. Don’t admit defeat to that loser so easily. You’ll always be much better than he’ll ever be, so put on your big boy pants and let’s plan this grand revenge together.” Tatiana nodded in support of her husband and daughter. “Cheer up son,” her hand squeezed Liam’s more reassuringly. “Don’t you want that idiot to pay for what he did you? He almost broke all your ribs, and you’ll have to use a wheelchair until your upper body recovers. Doesn’t that make you mad?” At h

Adrian’s forehead creased in a deep confused frown as he watched the old man’s condition worsen by the second. What had suddenly happened? He was almost hundred percent sure that the man had only been suffering a cardiac arrest. He intently focused on the man’s body, aiming to study his inner organs one more time, and when he did, his eyebrows raised as he noticed something he hadn’t seen before. A vapor of dark energy had engulfed the man’s vitals and was now pressing against his heart. It seemed the dark energy had just started manifesting in the man’s body. That meant the silver haired man’s diagnosis hadn’t been wrong after all, but then the pill he intended to use to cure the old man was a completely different one. Adrian wrestled with his thoughts as he tried to come up with an alternative way to save the old man without having to use the silver haired man’s pill. He didn’t trust his intentions. Meanwhile, behind Adrian, Lawrence smirked to himself as he watched

Adrian and Blaze met up at a cafe not too far from the Alpha Hotel because Adrian planned to see Leon Barley after their meeting, and task him with finding more information about Lawrence Smith while he stayed at the hotel.Blaze was already sitting when Adrian casually arrived, and as soon as he saw Adrian, he stood up in acknowledgement and bowed respectfully. “Master, you’re here,”Adrian nodded, then noticed people staring at the unusual sight of a big guy like Blaze bowing to him. “Raise your head,” he whispered to Blaze in a low voice, “you don’t need to bow before me in public. It attracts unwanted attention.” Blaze raised his head, and when he caught the eyes of people on them, he scratched the back of his neck as he turned back to Adrian with a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that, master. I’ll be more careful from now on.”Adrian nodded before taking his seat, and Blaze sat down after him. As soon as they settled down, and the attention of the other customers were no longer o

The hotel manager cradled her throbbing cheek in her palm, her eyes wide with shock as she gazed at Tiffany. “Are you deaf or something?” Tiffany snapped in irritation as the hotel manager stared dumbly at her. “Do you need another slap?!” She reared her hand back in a bid to land another slap on the hotel manager's face, but Adrian caught her hand mid-way and sharply dropped it to her side. “Don’t raise your hand on her again,” he warned, his voice low and serious. “She’s an employee of this hotel and not your lapdog.” Then he turned to the hotel manager with a small smile. “Sorry about that. Kindly call the attention of the vice president, since they so need his presence.” He then leaned in closer to her ear and lowered his voice to a whisper so Tiffany and Lawrence wouldn’t hear him. “Tell Leon Barley that Adrian Young asked him to be at the reception in five minutes.” The hotel manager who was new and didn’t know Adrian was the owner of the hotel, looked at him with