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A Bastard For The Heir Everyone Thinks I'm a Miserable Son In Law
The next morning was the first day at school for Elsa, Loretta took her into the bathroom to have a quick bath and get ready for school.They had a quick breakfast of noodles Loretta quickly prepared in the kitchen and set off for the Kindergarten..Loretta sighed, looking outside as the cab sped through the Las Vegas Highway. Last night, she'd decided to sell all of her jewelries and fancy clothes in a thrift store to start all over at her restaurant.She needed a very stable source of income, If not for anything, but for the sake of her daughter.As she has no college degree, it would be hard to find a better job. She was going to see Mike Taylor today for a possible talk on giving her some more time to pay back the loans.When they arrived at Merry Children Kindergarten, Loretta greeted Elsa's new teacher, Miss Doris with a smile before handing over her bags."Bye, Daddy!" Elsa waved frantically before running into the gates.Loretta asked the cab driver to take her straight to her
A Bastard For The Heir Where's My Daughter?
Wayne nodded, flipping through the average annual report Henry handed to him. For the past 5 hours, they’d been going over the reports of each section of the company. He was willing to know where his company was lacking and improve on it.After it all, he closed the book with a snap and glanced up at Henry. “I’d love to expand my company to other sectors. Do you have an idea of how the oil sector in Las Vegas works?”He was asking Henry because he was sure the man had a lot of experience in the business world, having spent several years in California before he brought him here.Henry scratched his head, thinking for a while. "I have a friend that works in the Petrolum sector, there’re some news that the government is about to buy some oil rigs.""Really?" Wayne rubbed his chin. "Are you sure about that?""Well, my friend is reliable." Henry stuttered."Then get me some substantial business report on it by tomorrow.""Y.. .Yes sir." Henry was stunned at the sudden smile on his Boss' fac
A Bastard For The Heir You Overstepped Your Boundaries!
Wayne didn't let the teacher complete her sentence before dashing off to the principal's office.He met his daughter seated opposite a stern looking woman, a little bruise below her right cheek."Daddy!" Elsa's eyes filled up with tears as she rushed to meet him."My Princess," Wayne breathed into her hair, pulling back to examine her face. Apart from the little bruise on her lower cheeks, there were several small cuts on her arms."Who did this?" He growled up at the person seated before them."Excuse me sir, who are you?" The woman frowned, getting up. "I've never seen you here.""Principal Rogers. He's my Daddy!" Elsa pouted.The principal was about to speak when Miss Doris arrived behind Wayne, panting."She's right, ma'am. Miss Moore confirmed it after dropping Elsa off this morning."Principal Rogers eyed Wayne in disdain. "So you're the miserable son in law of the Moore family?" Wayne ignored her question to face the issue at hand. "Who did this to my daughter?" He asked again,
A Bastard For The Heir Don't Wanna End Up With Corpses!
“Hey, punk.” A tall man that seemed like the leader of the gang came forward, snickering aloud. “Are you gonna make this easy for yourself or I force you to kneel in front of your daughter?”“Hey, it’s been a while I had some exercise, Wayne.” Mark exchanged a smirk with him, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.Wayne frowned at him. “Be careful, you don’t want to end with corpses.”“Are you deaf?” The leader hollered when Wayne didn’t even spare him a glance. “Kneel down there on your own or your daughter is gonna get hurt!”“What?” Wayne finally glanced at him, his gaze terrifyingly cold. “What has my daughter got to do with this, you lackey?”“You just called me a lackey?” The leader scoffed, his face turning red in anger.He faced his men. “Make sure to beat him so that he can’t talk again!”The first man came charging toward them.“Daddy!” Elsa buried her face into her father’s chest.But he didn’t manage to reach them, because Wayne grabbed the bodyguard’s wrist, twisting so sh
A Bastard For The Heir You're Accustomed To Poverty. Aren't You?
Wayne settled back on the sofa, anger surging through his veins as he thought the matter through. If Anna would really get his parents cremated, there would be no other way for him to prove that he is a Costa.He placed another call to Mark. “Have some of my men meet the officials at the Cemetery and ask them to wait. I’ll be meeting them soon.”Loretta had noted the abrupt change in his mood. “Are you okay?” She asked.“Yeah. I have to leave for a while.” Wayne scratched his head, unable to look into her eyes. His eyes trailed down to her wrist.The gash was looking a bit ugly, and painful.He dashed up to the cabinet to find some band aid or something to cover the gash up. “Is there a first aid box in here?” He asked.“Nah.” Loretta stood up, throwing on her jacket. “I was just gonna get one from the grocery store down the street.”After assuring Elsa that they would be back, they left for the grocery store.Wayne made Loretta stay still while he rummaged the shelves for the complete
A Bastard For The Heir Hunt Them To The Very Last!
**Author's note: The last four chapters were re-edited. Kindly check them out to avoid confusion.Thanks for reading❤️**Wayne alighted at the entrance of Harrington’s Cemetery and Graveyard.Mark was waiting outside to meet him, a look of worry on his face. “The manager is bent on obeying Anna Moore’s orders. He’s refused to even listen to what I have to say.”Wayne pursed his lips disdainfully. “We’ll see about that.”They headed to the administrative section of the Cemetery where they met the middle aged manager, Mr Talus.In his office, he sized Wayne up and down and scoffed. “So, this is the so called Heir to the Costa’s? My, you look nothing like Simon!”“And how would you know that?” Wayne asked calmly.“Simon had always been a prominent figure in Las Vegas up until his death, it’s just too bad that we have no idea who the real son is cause the boy spent most of his time abroad.”Wayne frowned, taking an intimidating step forward. “It’s not in your power to say if I’m my Simon’
A Bastard For The Heir Always Rejoiced At My DownFall?
Mike Taylor alighted from a car in front of Loretta’s restaurant and made his way in.He wrapped his arms around Sylvie when he got to them. “Darling.” He pressed a quick kiss on her hair, flashing a smile at a tear faced Loretta.“Mr Taylor, we agreed not to-” Loretta was cut off by Sylvie. “Darling, when are the men going to be done?”“Very soon.” Mike replied, as one of them approached him. “Go into the kitchen and take out all the large equipment, we need to clear this place for my fiancé.”His words sank into Loretta’s head with chilling horror. “What did you just say?”Sylvie put up her best smile possible. “Dear cousin, I’m taking over this place in 3 days, so I want it fully renovated to be a beauty salon.” She clapped her hands excitedly. “It’ll become one of the best in town, don’t you think?”“What?” Loretta let out a strangled gasp. Mike stepped away from Sylvie, staring at Loretta. He was touched by the sheen of tears in her eyes. Loretta Moore seemed like a helpless pr
A Bastard For The Heir Your Husband Is A Jinx!
Loretta pressed her lips tightly. “Wayne? What have you done? Why are you here in the first place?” Her eyes widened in fear as the five bodyguards surrounded Wayne.She panicked. “Run!" She pushed him behind her, towards the door. "Y. . .You might end up getting hurt.”Wayne reached up to caress her face, a small smile appearing on his face for her concern. “It’s okay. They can’t hurt me.”The bodyguards snickered at his haughtiness. “This scoundrel sure has a lot of nerve. Bluffing on front of us?"Another man chuckled. “People like him are all bluffing and no action."Wayne glowered down at the lackeys in front of him. It would cost him nothing to knock then senseless.He pinned Mike with a menacing, threatening gaze. “Hey, Taylor. I’m giving you one last chance to get your lackeys and leave, otherwise you’ll have yourself to blame for whatever happens.”“Scoundrel! You’re asking me to leave?” Mike flew into a rage, his face still red from nursing his swollen wrist.“Look!” He face
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