A satisfying grin spread over Max’s lips as the neon light of the bar cast a glow on the beautiful piece of five-carat diamond ring cradled in his hands, causing it to reflect the diverse colors. “Aria and I have been married for three years, and I haven’t given her any precious gifts. This would be a perfect gift for our anniversary.” He mumbled to himself when a firm hand suddenly jabbed his shoulder, startling him into dropping the ring which landed with a soft thud on the bar counter. “What do we have here, Max?” muttered the snarky middle-aged, obese looking man, “Planning to pawn off some fake jewelry to pay your bills again?” Max always hated Manager Hollis because of his rude and demeaning way of speaking to him, so he wasn't surprised at his statement at all. Rather, he was ready to defend himself. “No sir, this is actually a real five-carat diamond ring.” He defended. “Something you’d never be able to afford.” He mumbled. “What did you just say?” Hollis scoffe

"Manager Hollis?" Max mumbled to himself, surprised that he was actually being of help to him for the first time in his life. But Hollis didn't fail to disappoint him again as he went on to say, "So while you're at it, Don’t forget to pay for this too.” Manger Hollis jumped out of nowhere, throwing a bill of $9,750 at him. Max's eyes almost popped out of its socket as he looked through the bill. “$9,750?” He asked in disbelief, “You're supposed to be paying my weekly wages. What's the meaning of this?” He asked again, confused. “Your bill was originally $10,000, and after deducting this week's wages from it, we came up with that.” Hollis explained. Max was still confused as to why he had to pay such an amount of money, so he looked through the bill again, seeing where it was clearly stated he rented out club room 012. “Are you high or something? Why are you giving me this bill? That Tate f*cking Winslow, you should be suing him for harassing a staff member. Why am I be

Max’s grip was firm but not too much that Tate easily pushed off as he was too weak from the beating. “Your wife? Your house?” Cynthia asked while the others laughed. “Max, don't you think you’ve become too entitled now? I thought Aria wanted a divorce? Why are you still calling her your wife, and when did MY House suddenly become yours?” She questioned. He ignored Cynthia and faced his wife, pulling her apart from Tate, “Aria, what's gotten into you? You knew I was injured, but you didn't even bother to come and check me. Why the f*ck did you take out all of my savings for Liam's trust fund?” Aria rolled her eyes in disgust, fanning her nose with her hand as if Max stinks. “You're complaining about a measly $5,000? In our three years of marriage, have you ever gifted me anything? I decided to buy myself a parting gift and you're complaining, how shameless!” She insulted and then called out to one of their domestic staff and ordered, “Get me those documents and the traveli

Max shook his head vigorously for a few seconds to clear his eyes before he eventually signed the divorce papers. He looked at Aria, who was still trying to catch her breath, and said, “Aria, don't think you are the only one that had secrets. Just like you had plans of our divorce in your heart for our third year anniversary, I also had a special plan or rather a gift. One that could have turned this money-craze family into Wessixia’s envy. Unfortunately, you ruined it—just at the right time.” Tate grabbed the small traveling bag which the staff had brought earlier and threw it at Max. The zip was ruined, sending his things flying all over the place. “Stop talking big! Pick your trash and scram!” He bellowed furiously, hoping Max would flinch but Max didn't give him the slight fuck as he went on to talk. “I promise when I start with you, you will wish your mom had aborted you just like you did with my baby!” He threatened, his voice in echoing rumbles and his eyes bloodshot

Two days passed and Max remained unconscious. His family and friends took turns to visit him as he lay on the bed, neither eating or drinking. “How long is he going to remain like this? Do we need to transfer him to a better hospital?” Ryan questioned the doctor worriedly as he came for another full body checkup. “Sir, from today's report, it’s obvious he is doing better. Like I said before, he had lost too much blood before he was brought in. His sudden unconsciousness was as a result of a cardiac arrest.” He announced. Blake and Carl who were hearing of this report for the first time were shocked to their wits, exclaiming in sync, “What?” “Is it possible for a young, healthy and perfectly fit man like him to suffer a heart attack?” Blake asked curiously. “Max is the healthiest person I know. Always hitting the gym and eating right. How is that even possible?” Carl also wondered. “Yes. It is rare but highly possible. It can happen as a result of several factors but in his condi