"Father, you're alive?" Greene asked, his jaw dropping. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost. "When did you—""I got discharged this evening," Marcus Graham replied as he walked to the dining table and sat on it. "Dr. Mark said I was free to go home.""But I don't understand," Boris said. "Dr. Mark mentioned you only have a few weeks left to live.""He wasn't wrong, but I made a miraculous recovery and here I am," Marcus retorted. The Graham family exchanged glances at each other, realising what Marcus return meant. Their reign of control over Graham incorporated has shifted. Marcus leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the table. Finally, he spoke, breaking the silence in the room. "Greene," Marcus locked eyes with his eldest son. "You're my firstborn. You were supposed to set an example. Yet, you sat at the head of this table and mocked the man who gave you everything."Greene’s face turned pale, but he managed to keep his face expressionless. "Boris," Marcus

Moses approached Greene. "That's not all. You have to grovel before me and apologize for slapping me.""As if," Greene barked. "Isn't it enough that I resigned? What more could you possibly want?""I would have slapped you if I wanted to, but I'm being reasonable here because the Graham family are a respectful group. It's best you grovel," Moses said, his voice grave. "Or else you'll regret it."Greene scoffed. "I won't grovel to the likes of you. I've resigned. There's nothing you can do to me."Moses turned to Reggie. "Greene refused to grovel. Let's carry on with our meeting."Greene thought it felt odd for Moses to give up that easily. It was as if, Moses has other ideas in mind. Reggie placed his hand on Greene's shoulder. "It's best you do what he says, Greene. It's for your own good.""Screw you," Greene cursed, grabbing a fistful of Reggie's shirt. "Because of you, Graham incorporated would fall. I'm going to watch it happen and then I'll laugh in you and father's face with g

Despite Greene's outburst, he did nothing to Moses. He didn't arrest him nor sued him to court for two reasons: he had no proof Moses was behind his predicament and secondly, he was scared of taking the fight to Rockechilds Empire. There was a slim chance he would win if Rockechilds Empire get involved in the fight and defended Moses. Greene had so much to lose which was why he decided to let the sleeping dog lie. Meanwhile, Moses continued to work as an underdog in Graham Incorporated. No one, not even Reggie's himself had the slightest idea that Moses was the true owner of the company. Reggie was CEO but the puppet master was still Moses. In the weeks that followed, Moses developed a strong interest in Graham Incorporated. The more he went through the company's portfolio, the more untapped potentials he saw. Now, while Graham incorporated primarily specialized in producing computers and laptops, Moses wanted to introduce a revolutionary product that could disrupt the tech

For a moment, Greene froze, his face growing ugly. Then he exploded. “What do you mean, I’m not getting a cut? I’m the rightful heir to Graham Incorporated! I deserve a piece of everything this company does!” Reggie turned back to him, his gaze icy. “You lost the right to that privilege the time you put your greed above Elliott's vision.”Greene snarled. “What's that supposed to mean?”“You’ve done nothing but sabotage Elliott's innovation and suppress his patent for your benefit,” Reggie explained. “As a result of that, you won't get a penny out of the revenue generated from Halo phones.”As Greene opened his mouth, Moses entered with Elliott beside him. “Well, well, well, look who we have here,” Moses said. The smug expression on Moses' face made Greene's face burned with rage. “What are you doing here, Moses?” Greene barked. “This doesn't concern you.”Moses stopped in front of him, his gaze piercing. “I heard you ranting, so I decided to hop in. You're so entitled. Do you wa

Greene was seated across from Moses in the sitting room. Yuri was clearing the table, but Greene could feel her eyes burning a hole through his head. Moses cleared his throat. “You wanted me, here I am.”Greene swallowed. He clenched and unclenched his hands. “I want to know who really are you?”Moses crossed his legs. “What kind of question is that? You already know who I am.”“Everybody knows you as Moses Potters,” Greene said. “But that's not entirely true. I did my digging on you and I made a discovery.”Moses narrowed his eyes. “What kind of discovery?”“You're Moses Doberman,” Greene answered. “Your clan owns the Umbrella International Bank, which is the fastest growing bank in the twelve cities.”Moses chuckled. “How fascinating. You did well to dig up this information.”“That's because I've been curious to know how you're able to do the things you do,” Greene added. “There's no way a delivery guy could have such power.”Moses felt this man was preparing the ground for someth