Ace stepped closer to Oliver, his eyes fixed on the older man, unblinking. The entire room was thick with tension as everyone’s gaze followed the two of them.“How do we know you’re the real Ace?” Oliver’s sneer curled his lips, his sharp eyes gleaming with suspicion. His tone was laced with the intention to apply pressure. “A man who vanished for years suddenly reappears… It’s more than a little suspicious.”Ace remained unfazed, staring straight into Oliver’s eyes. “You doubt me? After all these years, you still don’t believe that I’m the only one capable of running My Lady?”Oliver scoffed, stepping closer to Ace, their distance shrinking by the second. “Anyone can fake the identity of a dead man. We need more than fairy tales to rely on.”“A dead man?” Ace chuckled coldly, his voice echoing ominously through the room. “Is that what you think? Let me remind you, Oliver, that it was my signature on the contract that saved you from bankruptcy. Is there anyone here who dares to deny t

Ace stood beside his car, his gaze fixed solemnly on the road ahead. Night had settled over the city, and the glow from the My Lady Hotel cast a faint light on his face, accentuating his already steely expression. Just as he reached for the car door, a voice broke through the silence.“Ace! Wait!”Lisa’s voice was desperate as she hurried up behind him, her breaths coming in short, rapid bursts. Ace turned slowly, his cold eyes meeting hers without a trace of warmth. “What else is there to say, Lisa?” His tone was icy, his demeanor guarded.She hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, her face softened with regret. “I… I know I was wrong, Ace. Please, just… forgive me.” Her voice trembled, her eyes glossy with unshed tears as she looked up at him pleadingly.Ace didn’t flinch. His gaze remained steady, and yet, deep within, an old wound seemed to stir, recalling the bitterness of her betrayal. “Forgive you?” he scoffed, a slight sneer forming at the corner of his mouth. “Do you re

Richard Conner sat in the stifling confines of the interim principal’s office, the crumpled expulsion letter trembling in his hand. His leg bounced furiously, barely containing the rage bubbling beneath the surface. The conversation replayed endlessly in his head, each word striking against his fragile ego."Effective immediately, you are no longer a student at this institution…"The reason? Vague. The phrasing? Cloaked in administrative ambiguity. The underlying message? Crystal clear. He was done. Finished. And no one could—or would—offer him an explanation. The interim principal’s curt, dismissive tone echoed in his ears, leaving no room for negotiation, no avenue for appeal.“Damn it!” Richard growled under his breath, shoving the letter into his pocket as he stormed out of the office. Students loitering in the hallway instinctively parted, their whispers following him like an annoying swarm of gnats.His mind spun with chaos—a storm of anger, humiliation, and panic. Expulsion was