It wasn’t long before Gary Miller arrived at the scene, a pissed expression nestled on his face as he approached Harold. “Harold, is this the lad causing trouble?” he questioned, his gaze falling on Adrian.“Yes, Gary, my friend. He is the one.” Harold replied, a smirk forming on his lips. “He even claims he wants to speak with you.”Gary scrutinized Adrian for a bit before a thought struck him. He was supposed to meet with the young master of the Young family around this very time, but surely it couldn’t be Adrian or could it..?“Mr. Miller, sir, this bumpkin needs to be put in his place.” Barry chimed in, as he stood next to Harold, his hand still caressing his stinging cheek. “He even slapped me for doing my job.”Adrian on the other hand noticed the conflicted expression on Gary’s face. Which meant Gary was unsure as to how to handle the situation. He must be contemplating whether he was the Young’s heir he was scheduled to meet or not. To clear Gary’s doubts, Adrian instructed Jo

The sales representative's hand trembled slightly as she held Adrian's card. This back and forth bidding had reached an outstanding level. She couldn’t believe that Adrian had dragged it out this far even after the new price reduction of the Dragon Ivy villas. But she was even more surprised that Flynn was arrogant enough to have fallen for it, she pitied him because he was in for a big shocker. Anyways, why was she bothered when she would be getting a commission that would set her up for life?She glanced at Adrian, silently seeking his approval and he subtly nodded for her to go ahead and close the bid while retrieving his card back from her. She turned back to Flynn, a professional smile playing on her lips. “Sold!” she chirped. “This bidding war has officially been closed. The villa is yours now, sir!”“As it should be.” Flynn tooted his horn, feeling extremely proud of himself. Wasting no further time, he handed his card over to the sales representative. She collected the card, s

Nancy’s brows raised in surprise as she shifted her gaze toward Adrian, a nervous smile breaking out on her lips. “S-sir, you’re here too? Well, uh…my little brother is admitted in this hospital because he has a heart condition and I was just discussing his treatments with the doctor.” she explained in a shaky voice.The doctor whose name tag identified him as Dr. Evans, darted his eyes from Nancy to Adrian, his brows creasing into a frown at the polite way she was talking to him. “And who might you be?” he questioned, gazing pointedly at Adrian.“That’s not important.” Adrian brushed off the question. “From what I overheard, it seems you’re refusing to attend to this lady. May I ask why?”Dr. Evans scoffed, a dismissive snort escaping his lips. Who was this shabbily dressed buffoon to question him? “I don’t see how it’s any of your concern. It’s between me and her.”Nancy, sensing the budding tension between Adrian and the doctor, spoke up with a calming smile directed at Adrian. “Si

Nancy gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she watched Doctor Arnold mercilessly rain a fury of slaps down on Jamie’s face. The blazing hot anger in his eyes sent shivers racking down her spine. How powerful was Adrian that a simple instruction from him had elicited such a brutal reaction from a middle aged man?Doctor Evans felt his throat constrict as he witnessed his friend getting his butt handed to him by his father. If Doctor Arnold could treat his own son with such ferocity, how grave would his own punishment be? Thinking about this sent involuntary tremors running from his head to his toes like little bolts of lightning.“D-dad, what are you hitting me so much because of that guy?!” Jamie sputtered incredulously, wincing from the stinging pain on his cheek. “Isn’t he just a no-”“I must not be slapping you enough if you’re still able to spew garbage from your mouth.” Doctor Arnold seethed as he increased the intensity of his slaps. “Aargh, Dad I’m so sorry.” Jamie croaked o

Hannah’s breath hitched, the panic in her chest rising at the thug’s threatening words. She instantly shot up from her seat and scrambled toward them, her voice shaky as she pleaded. “I-I’m sorry, I know the money is overdue, but I haven’t been able to raise enough to pay you back. Please, can you give me a little more time?” The leader stared at her coldly, his face etched with cruelty. “We’ve already given you more than enough time, lady. Time’s up.” His voice was gruff and devoid of any empathy. “If you don’t have the money, then this diner is ours.” Hannah's eyes widened in panic as her knees buckled under her. “Don’t take away my diner please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. “It’s the only thing my grandmother left me with before she died. I’ll do all I can to raise the money, I promi-” “No one cares about your stupid sentiments,” the third thug, a stocky man with a ponytail, spat back at Hannah, his eyes showing no single sign of empathy. “You should have