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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 13: A Confident Tanga
Enrique woke up earlier than usual. He had slept on the wrong side of the bed, thinking about what Gary had done to him the night before. As he tucked his shirt into his pants, he let out a soft groan of disgust. It was like Gary was standing right there and he could disfigure his face with a blow. But a smile appeared on his face. He relinquished in the thought of what he would do to Gary; how he would watch Gary shave his head and eat the clippings. The sight of seeing ‘Bald Gary Wang’ made him squirm in excitement. He grabbed his bag and dashed out of his room. He rushed to the sitting room where everyone was having breakfast. “Ooh, it looks like someone is about to get us that deal from the Sun Group.” Madam Ann said, chewing her Burrito gently. “Of course Mom,” Enrique leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. And then, his attention was stolen by the man he despised so much, Gary Wang. Gary sat at his usual spot, a corner of the dining room where he had his meals. He
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 14: Moment Of Truth
“Hey, asshole!” Enrique echoed into the hallway as he flung from his seat. He approached Gary and grabbed him by the collar, his fingers digging into the worn fabric of Gary’s jacket like claws sinking into prey. Enrique’s face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with a mix of disbelief and disgust as he shoved Gary against the glass wall of the VIP lounge. The impact rattled the pane, a dull thud echoing through the sleek space, and a few workers nearby froze, their breaths held tight. Others simply did what an average person would do at first instinct, pull out their phones to record. “What the hell are you doing here, you filthy dog?” Enrique hissed, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence. “How did you even get past the gates? This isn’t a dump for trash like you!” Gary’s back pressed against the cold glass, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, but his face stayed calm, his eyes steady as they met Enrique’s. He could feel the heat of Enrique’s breath
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 15: A Disappointment Called Enrique
Gary waited outside, simply scrolling through his phone. Serena had sent him several documents he needed to go through to better acquit him with his new role as head of the Wang Imperium, an empire beyond his imagination. A part of his stoned soul still clung to the fact that this was all a dream. He dipped his hand into his pocket to fetch his wallet and then he pulled out his credit card. It glinted, looking like it had all the money in the world. 10 billion dollars. How? That was more than enough money that he would need in his entire lifetime. But newsflash, this was –as Serena put it– his ‘upkeep’ funds. Gary smiled as he thought of how much money and power he had under his name. Just then, he heard a loud sound from the boardroom echo. Someone was screaming and banging his fists on the table. Gary leaned in to hear a thing or more. “You ungrateful monkey. The Sun Group was merciful enough to hand your measly family the roofing contract, and now you dare to demand the ent
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 16: The Devil In The Sun
The lady’s tears intensified as soon as Tate’s voice rang in her ears. She quickly stood up, rushed towards Mr. Tate, and knelt, “Please, sir. I am terribly sorry. It’s not my fault at all sir. It was sir Enrique who…” “Silence!” Tate shut her up immediately. “You dare point a finger at someone else for your own mess? You were supposed to bring dessert for Lord Kevon and Devon about 30 minutes ago. You not only delayed but ended up breaking their dishes. I’ma gonna ask you, loser, do you know how much each of those ceramics cost?” There was silence on Aubrey’s end. “Of course you do not. It is worth 250 thousand dollars, more money than you will ever see in your miserable life. How much are you being paid monthly?” Tate asked again. And again, a brief silence from Aubrey, followed by sobs and sniffing of her nose. She was losing it. She had seen the power of the Sun brothers. Not directly, but through Mr. Tate. He was a ruthless demon and had no trace of empathy in his dejected
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 17: Gary et Aubrey
Slowly, Tate let go of Aubrey’s jaw, staring back into Gary’s eyes in disbelief. But he could only stare for so long. It was like he was looking at a wounded Lion breathing out fire from it’s nostrils. “You! Dare! Hold! My! Hand???!!!!” Tate suddenly spoke up, ending his question in a deafening voice. “Yes, I dare hold your hand, Tate. And if you had not let the lady go, I would have held both your hands and maybe your neck too.” Aubrey did not understand what was going on. She rubbed the back of her palm against her eyes. She could not believe her eyes. No one could. But the movie was clear and concise. A random man who looked like he was picked from the streets, holding Mr. Tate’s hands. ‘He took his foolishness too far’, they thought. Tate finally fred himself and then he screamed, “Call security, NOW!!!” His face was pale white, not from the fear of a mysteriously strange man, but from the thought of the man in rags touching his skin and breathing into his face. This was t
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 18: 'Kneel Before Your God'
Tate spun around, his rage faltering, replaced by a flicker of fear. “My lords,” he stammered, bowing his head slightly, “this… this filth dared to touch me! He’s a nobody, a street dog named Gary Wang, and he—” “Gary Wang?” Devon interrupted, his tone sharp, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Gary. The room fell deathly silent, the staff holding their breath, their whispers dying in their throats. “Yes, Master, Gary Wang is his name. He is a nobody and a sore loser. I do not know how he managed to get into this building, but this disgrace of a human tried is causing a havoc in this firm. He does not know his place and I am about to show it to him.” The Sun brothers were calm and quiet, as always. They said nothing, but watched the scene, trying to decode what had happened. And then, their eyes stumbled on it, their plates. Their Cremale’ Piot ceramic dishes shattered on the floor. Kevon’s eyes shot red, but he immediately shrugged it off. In all their years of being the most
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 19: "Who Is This Man?"
Kevon and Devon scrambled to their feet, their faces still pale, their hands brushing off their suits like they’d been caught in the dirt. “Yes, sir,” Kevon said quickly, his voice eager, like he was scared to say no. “The contract—it’s yours. All of it. We’ll sign it right now.” Devon nodded, his eyes darting to the boardroom doors. “Please, Master Wang, come inside. We’ll get the papers ready. Anything you want, it’s yours.” The staff gasped again, their whispers breaking out like a dam bursting. “The whole project?” a lady in the back squeaked, her hands over her mouth. “Just like that?” “He… he’s taking it from the Harrison Wolfe?” another guy muttered, his eyes wide. “Who is this man?” Tate took another step back, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. His mind raced, a mess of fear and confusion. Master Wang? The contract? He’d just screamed at this guy, called him a street dog, and now… now the Sun brothers were bowing to him? “My Lords, forg
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 20: Spill The Bean
Enrique drove his car into the mansion. He should be jumping, smiling, and feeling elated. He should be running towards his home to spread the good news to his mother and the entire Lacanters, not walking with his head slumped and falling below his shoulders. But what would have been a news had turned into the worst miserable news he would probably ever spew from his trap. And in place of a file including transfer of position from Harrison Wolfe, it contained a single sheet of paper, crumpled at the edges, with the Sun Group’s letterhead stamped at the top. The words on it burned into Enrique’s mind like a brand: “Termination of Contract – Effective Immediately.” The $17 million roofing deal, the only thing keeping the Lancasters in The Sun Group’s good graces, was gone. And it was his fault. Enrique’s hands shook as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his Porsche idling in the driveway of the Lancaster mansion. His $200,000 suit was a mess—tie loose, shirt untucked
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Chapter 73: The Queen's King -A Servant
The Lancaster family reclined at the table to have breakfast and pray to Buddha, their usual ritual. Evelyn fought hard to keep her eyes off Gary, who was seated at his usual spot, the corner of the dining room, where he would sit on a small seat to eat his meal. “You know, Gary is a really good cook,” Evelyn said out loud. “He never fails to impress me. I’m thinking, instead of staying at home all day doing nothing, we could set up a business for him under our name so he can attract huge clients.” Everyone stopped eating to look at Evelyn, whose face was more radiant than it had been for a long, long time. “I mean, we should open a restaurant and make him manager. He would be able to get himself busy and take care of his grandmother. With the recent $450 contract, we are attracting so many clients and partners. They would definitely want to try the Lancaster’s restaurant. Gary would be putting his skill to use.” The dining was quiet. Even Gary had his food stuck halfway down his
Chapter 72: Bǎohù zhě
“Gary, wait!” she said softly, her voice trembling now. “I know I’ve hurt you. But this… this isn’t about some hidden wealth or status or making some rich guy fall to your feet. I don’t care about the money. It’s you. You’ve always been the one I wanted. I… I just didn’t realize what I had until it was too late.” Her eyes glistened as she stepped closer, her words growing more desperate. “I’m sorry, Gary. Truly sorry.” For a moment, it seemed like the world had paused. Gary remained still, his back to her, contemplating her words. He had never truly let her in, even when they were married. And now, after everything, she was here, asking for another chance. But could he trust her again? Could he let her in, knowing the depth of the wounds she had caused? Worse still? Did she have ulterior motives? Had she found out the truth and was now using it as bait? Slowly, he turned to face her, his gaze softening just a fraction. The fire in his eyes had dimmed, but there was still an unmist
Chapter 71: Too Late To Say Sorry?
The following morning, Gary was up on time, despite having slept really late. He woke up before everyone else as usual. He cleaned the entire house and did the laundry. He had less than a week. When he would eventually leave, he would definitely miss all of… all of this. The cleaning, the cooking, the shouting. None of it was pretty, none of it was comfortable. But it was a chapter of his life he would never open again, a room he would never visit. Once he was done, he would be out of the Lancaster's house for good. He would fully be Master Wang, heir to the trillion dollar empire. Gary flipped the eggs, setting them carefully on the plates one after the other. He made the family’s favourite for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, Pineapple juice and toast. A weird combination only them enjoyed. Gary hummed gently, trying to push away the thoughts of the mysterious rung nagging behind his head. He had made a resolve the previous night not to allow some mysterious shit ruin his day or allow
Chapter 70: Truth About Love
“Mother, why did you…” Slap! “Don’t you dare! You will speak of no such nonsense to me ever again. Gary is a lucky bastard who managed to meet some wealthy guys. He is nothing but a lucky bastard and I won’t let my daughter be with a lucky bastard. I want my daughter to be with a man who buys he luck. So, tomorrow, you will go to the best hair stylist in this country and get the most pretty dress for the party and You Will Get Married To Edmond, or I’ll make sure you regret it!” Madam Ann’s voice sliced through the dining room, sharp enough to cut glass. Evelyn went quiet. Gary, pressed against the foyer wall, held his breath, his fingers brushing the ring in his pocket—cold, heavy, like it heard every word. His legs still shook from the drive, Lola’s warning ringing: “Your grandfather’s alive. That ring means he’s close.” He’d meant to slip upstairs, avoid this mess, but Madam Ann’s screams hooked him. Now he stood frozen, eavesdropping, heart thumping loud enough to give him aw
Chapter 69: Sacrifice Or Foolishness?
Gary returned back home to the Lancaster’s mansion. His legs were shaking but his mind was steady. It was probably the cold or something worse. He sat in his car, parked in the driveway, and hit his head on the steering wheel. Though strong, it gave him comfort for a moment. His grandfather was still alive? And he was still after him? Gary leaned back in the driver’s seat, his hands still gripping the wheel, the ring cold in his pocket. He was not so sure what scared him more: Whether it was the fear of being dragged to an altar and getting roasted before some useless Xue Wang god shit, or it was getting killed and kidnapped by his grandfather. Or whether it was facing his grandfather himself. The old man pulling strings from China. As he raised his head up, he sighed. What more surprises lay in store for him? First, he was a loser, a nobody. And somehow, he found out his true identity. He was the heir to some Trillion Dollar Empire. Snap! Just like that, in the blink of an eye.
Chapter 68: The Ring
Evelyn’s eyes widened, her hand over her mouth, staring at Gary like she’d never seen him before. Madam Ann’s jaw dropped, her arms unfolding, tequila glass forgotten on the table behind her. The staff—maids, a cook peering from the kitchen—froze, whispers starting. “Did you see that?” one muttered. “Guy’s got hands—where’d that come from?” Kage clutched his face, stumbling back, shock mixing with his usual sneer. “You… I knew it, you’re not just some bum,” he rasped, voice wobbly but still digging, that envelope’s promise—Find The New Heir—flashing in his head. It couldn’t be, could it? That Gary was actually the heir. “First Wolfe bows, now this? Who the hell are you, Gary?” Gary let go, stepping back, his face blank but eyes steady. “Nobody,” he said, slow, shrugging like it was nothing. “Just sick of your noise. Keep your hands off her, or I won’t stop next time.” His voice stayed low, but it carried—years of taking hits had taught him how to throw them, too. Nobody clocked
Chapter 67: Who Are You?
The following morning, Gary woke up really late. This pissed off everyone. They had tried banging on his door, but there was no response But they did not know that he returned home late at night at 4 am. Gary had a hard time sleeping as he kept observing the ring. It was… out of the world. He had tried to get information about where the ring came from, what the strange symbols engraved into the band of the ring. He had tried decoding what it meant or where it could have possibly come from, but he could not. There could be only one person who knew. His grandmother. He got up and walked into his bathroom to freshen up quickly. He had a long day. He would first drive straight to his mansion to meet his grandmother and ask her what that ring meant and if she knew anything. He dressed in his simple jeans and a faded black tee, the kind that made him look like he was still dodging rent, not running an empire. Downstairs, the house was a storm. Dishes clattered, voices snapped, someo
Chapter 66: Your Grandfather
Gary flinched, standing fast, wiping it off with his sleeve as Calvin’s cracked lips parted. “Tāmen yào lái zhuā nǐ,” he rasped, voice low and jagged, Chinese words tumbling out like a curse. “Nǐ táo bù diào, xiǎo yáng.” Then he went quiet, head dropping again, a smirk twitching on his bloody mouth. Gary froze, the spit still stinging his skin, his mind racing. It was disgusting. But Gary did not charge. Instead, one of the security guards rasied the end of his gun and smashed Calvin at the back of head. How dare he spit on Master Wang’s face?!” “What’d he say?” Gary asked, turning to Serena, who’d gone pale, her hands fidgeting. One of the guards—a wiry guy with a buzz cut—spoke up, hesitant. “Uh, sir, I know a little Mandarin from my cousin. Think he said… ‘They’re coming for you. You can’t escape, lamb.’ Like, sacrificial lamb, you know?” The guard shifted, uneasy, glancing at Calvin like he might sprout fangs. “Lamb?” Gary muttered, a cold knot twisting in his gut. He looke
Chapter 65: Calvin
Gary flinched, standing fast, wiping it off with his sleeve as Calvin’s cracked lips parted. “Tāmen yào lái zhuā nǐ,” he rasped, voice low and jagged, Chinese words tumbling out like a curse. “Nǐ táo bù diào, xiǎo yáng.” Then he went quiet, head dropping again, a smirk twitching on his bloody mouth. Gary froze, the spit still stinging his skin, his mind racing. It was disgusting. But Gary did not charge. Instead, one of the security guards rasied the end of his gun and smashed Calvin at the back of head. How dare he spit on Master Wang’s face?!” “What’d he say?” Gary asked, turning to Serena, who’d gone pale, her hands fidgeting. One of the guards—a wiry guy with a buzz cut—spoke up, hesitant. “Uh, sir, I know a little Mandarin from my cousin. Think he said… ‘They’re coming for you. You can’t escape, lamb.’ Like, sacrificial lamb, you know?” The guard shifted, uneasy, glancing at Calvin like he might sprout fangs. “Lamb?” Gary muttered, a cold knot twisting in his gut. He looke
