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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 24: "Look, It Is Master Wang!"
Quickly, Serena ran up to him and bowed to him, handing him his exclusive suit to put on. Then, she walked up to the police officers. “Good job. But next time, don’t you dare lock the cuffs on his wrists, not even if he asks you to!” she said to them and turned around to leave. Gary sighed. He breathed heavily, embracing the new, fresh air in his car, a sharp contrast to the stinky, harsh perfume from Kage’s body. “Master Wang. You should not go through all of this stress, my lord. I mean, you can eliminate the entire Lancasters, the Howards, and any other person who displeases you. You have all the power now, Master Wang. That is the least of your worries.” Serena said calmly, adjusting his tie. Her voice was as smooth and creamy as fresh honey from a bee hive. Gary turned to Serena and smiled. “You look pretty today,” he said casually. Serena blushed, her cheeks turning red. “Um… thank you, Master Wang.” “How is my grandmother holding up?” he asked. Serena nodded, wondering w
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 25: A Savior With A Golden Heart
Blackgold Refinery wasn’t just another company; it was a cornerstone of the Wang Imperium, a behemoth in the crude oil game. And Gary needed to make sure it was running clean. The car eased out of the city, leaving behind glass towers for sprawling industrial yards, where pipes coiled like snakes and smokestacks exhaled slow, heavy plumes into the sky. Blackgold loomed ahead—steel and concrete, all muscle, built to last. At the gate, the guards straightened up the second they saw the Rolls. Eyes wide. Hands tightening at their sides. Yeah, they knew exactly who was coming. The guards scrambled, their hands fumbling with the controls, the gates creaking open slowly. It was a massive automated gate. Not even the most skilled thief would be able to penetrate the massive metal. Gary stepped out of the car, his suit catching the sunlight, his face calm but his eyes sharp, scanning the yard like a hawk. Workers in oil-stained overalls stopped what they were doing, their tools clatterin
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 26: Drugs In My Company?
“Where is that sound coming from?” Gary asked Serena, who also had no idea. “M.. master Wang,” the old man began, lowering his head down as if in sorrow. “That is not a new thing, sir. Every day, those little kids are flogged. They are not allowed to rest; unlike me, they are not even paid. They are slaves and little children who…” Without waiting to hear the whole story, Gary stormed off, walking like he was heading into a war zone. Serena trailed along, and his security guards too, armed for any curveball. ‘Slaves?’ ‘Little children?’ In his company? Finally, after sourcing for the sound, Gary got to a bunker. The door to the bunker was shut, and the guards were fast asleep, bottles of beer lying around on the floor. This irritated Gary to the core. Whatever was inside of that bunker, whatever he was going to meet, had already piqued his curiosity and anger, but seeing the lazy men called guards sleeping on-site only made his blood boil hotter, like a pot left too long on the s
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 27: One Day For The Master
The boardroom at Blackgold Refinery was a sight—big glass windows letting the sun pour in, the light bouncing off the polished table, making the whole place glow like a fancy showroom. But the mood inside was anything but bright. It was thick with greed, the kind of air that stinks of dirty money and dirtier plans. In the boardroom sat 12 of the upper echelons, men who literally controlled Blackgold. They were dressed sharply in suits that cost more than most folks’ cars, golden watches flashing on their wrists and cigars smoldering in ashtrays. But their laughter was rough, their words sloppy, like they’d already had too much to drink even though it was barely noon. “Look, we are here for a meeting and not to get drunk to stupor,” Daniel said, laughing out loud as he gulped down another bottle of Hennessy cognac. “Look, we have to celebrate this big win, dawg. We talking 500 fucking million dollars sliding right into our pockets. This is good money, oil money.” Mike added, adjus
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 28: Kage Howard
Kage Howard smoked the last pipe of his Gurkha Royal Courtesan cigar and squashed it into the ashtray. Then, he grabbed his shades and slid them on. He got out of his car and began to walk majestically into the building. All eyes were on him. Unlike Enrique, who was also a hot bloke, Kage was ten times more powerful. His father, Mr. Howard, was not a figure who rolled with top dogs. He was a top dog himself, and his son was only a representation of him. He strolled into the reception area, ready to meet with Kevon and Devon. Now, the Howards and the Sun Brothers were dragging a spot for the top, but the Sun Group was winning; they never lost to the Howards Group. One time, the Howard family made a wrong investment and went bankrupt. In order not to fall off the market, they decided to sell their shares. The Sun Brothers were quick; they offered to buy 51% of the Howard family’s shares, but Mr. Howard immediately declined. He was not going to share his firm with his competitor. He
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 29: Humbled To The Core
“Enrique Lacanster was here yesterday. He came with a proposal to be handed the entire construction project of your new building, but you refused to hand it to him. Not only did you refuse the Lacansters what they are fully capable of, you also terminated their current contract.” Kage said. “Of course, Kage. We could have done more, maybe kicked Enrique Lacanster into prison for greed, but that would be a waste of time and resources. Is this why you are here?” asked Devon. Kage gritted his teeth, his breath more shallow than before. “Of course. That is why I am fucking here. I am here with a proposal. Hand over the entire project to the Lacanster family, hand over the papers right now, and I take it to them. They will handle the roofing, the flooring, the structure, the entire construction from teeth to feet.” Kevon smiled slightly. His smile was diabolic, but it was calm and calculated. With one glance, the brothers could read a person's whole, telling who a person truly is and a
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 30: "Get Out, Kage!"
Devon then got up. “Consequences have their actions, Kage. You called us names, insulted us, and disobeyed our orders for anyone never to bring up the Lacansters name through that door step. Therefore, we’re done here,” Devon said, his voice still calm, but it carried a weight that made the air in the room feel like lead, heavy and suffocating. He stood tall, his diamond watch catching the light, his blue eyes cold, unblinking like a predator who’d already won the hunt. “You can take your 50 million and shove it, Kage. We don’t need your money, and we sure as hell don’t need the Lancasters dragging our name through the mud again.” Kevon leaned back in his chair, his diabolic smile still in place, his fingers tapping the table slow, rhythmic like a countdown to Kage’s doom. “You heard my brother,” he said, his voice smooth, almost playful, but there was a blade hidden in it, sharp enough to cut deep. “The Sun Group belongs to Master Wang now—100% of it. And let me tell you somethi
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 31: A Man Called Vengeance
“Impossible. You can’t be! We cannot have a new boss. Sir Harold died many years ago, and his son, the heir, was never found. How did you even get into this…” Carl’s words got caught up in his throat as he saw Serena walk in, two guards trailing behind her. Instantly, all twelve men stood up with a unanimous “Greetings, Miss Serena!” Serena walked gently, her tablet still tucked under her arm, her heels clicking softly on the carpet, each step steady, like she was walking through a garden instead of a den of snakes. Her face was calm, her eyes sharp, scanning the room like a hawk, taking in every sweaty forehead, every shaky hand, every wide-eyed stare. The twelve men stood stiff, their chairs pushed back, their voices still echoing from their greeting, but the air in the boardroom was thick, heavy with fear, the kind of fear that makes your knees weak and your mouth dry. Gary stood at the head of the table, his black suit sharp as a blade, his hands in his pockets, his eyes bur
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Chapter 92: The Road To Revelation
The sky had turned soft gold as the sun began its descent, its light spilling across the open highway like a spotlight meant just for them. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat of the black Maybach, her hands resting stiffly in her lap. She hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. Not since they left the Arcadia building. Not since the entire company—her company—had bowed to her, chanted her name, hailed her as queen. She blinked. Once. Then again. But the road was still real. Gary was still beside her, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed over the center console. Calm. Unbothered. Like he hadn’t just flipped the entire world upside down. Her world, at least. She glanced at him, barely able to hold the stare. There was no rage in her eyes. No fear. Just… disbelief. A kind of stunned silence reserved for miracles and accidents. Her ex-husband… Gary Wang… had just made her the CEO of Arcadia Estates. A multibillion-dollar empire. One of the most prestigious and powerful
Chapter 91: A God Or Devil?
“Ho ho, talk about the devil. Hey Gary, come join me, I was just about to slap your beautiful wife. Ex-wife, I mean. I already slapped her once, but ehr, just like you, she is just another stubborn creature.” said Juan. “Ooh, Me va a encantar esto” he ended. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Juan.” Gary said, fearlessly. He was a little too calm for the chaos in the room. People around tried to warn him to just let things slide. Getting on Juan’s wrong side was like stepping on a snake. The result was instant, deadly. “You strike women?” he said. “Very impressive. Does your mommy still change your diapers too? Or are you just mad that my wife won’t bow to your tiny dick?” Juan dropped Evelyn to the ground with a silent thud. Then, he began to approach Gary, fury in his eyes. This was the moment the staff knew that Juan would skin this confident man alive. Evelyn replayed the words in her head over and over and over again. “Did he just… did he just call me his wife?” It was s
Chapter 90: Where Lions Walk In
The air was thick, musty, warm, and infused with the greasy scent of leftover fried food. Evelyn Lancaster stepped into the consultant’s office like a queen trapped in a pigsty. She blinked twice, taking in the mess of open pizza boxes, ketchup-stained napkins, and soda cans lined up like trophies on the cluttered desk. The fluorescent lighting overhead flickered like it too was tired of being here. "My God," she murmured, covering her nose slightly. "Don’t you people have an air conditioner in this place?" The man behind the desk didn't even glance up. His round belly peeked out from under a shirt that hadn’t seen detergent in a week. He was busy munching on a sloppy sandwich, his eyes half-lidded behind grease-smeared glasses. With a slow, lazy drag of his thumb, he scrolled through a spreadsheet on his computer, then took another loud sip of soda through a straw that was slowly dying under the weight of its own carbonation. "Tell me," he said, his voice nasal and uninterested,
Chapter 89: The Man Behind The Glass
The towering glass edifice of Arcadia Estates & Holdings Inc. stood like a monument to ambition itself, thirty-eight stories of reflective glass slicing into the morning sky like a knife. It was more than a building; it was a declaration. Sleek, corporate, and intimidating in its modern elegance, Arcadia wasn’t just one of the biggest real estate development firms in the country—it was the biggest. Where empires were built, where billion-dollar deals were signed behind closed doors lined with bulletproof glass and designer furniture. Evelyn Lancaster drove her silver coupe into the underground parking lot, her jaw set, her fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Every minute since she left the house had been a war inside her head—Nova's laughter echoing, Gary’s calmness haunting. The image of them standing in the kitchen together, like it was their home. Their kitchen. Their morning. She slammed her door shut and stormed through the revolving doors of Arcadia, her high heels
Chapter 88: Lovebirds In The Kitchen?
The iPhone alarm was loud, brutal, and excruciating. It always worked. Evelyn got out of bed a little late. She had spent the entire night trying to find a good spot for her restaurant, find potential investors, and leads. But she kept being distracted by Gary, Gary, Gary. Gary was a mysterious soul. He kept pulling stunts that were absolutely abnormal. This made Evelyn even more intentional about getting married to him. She took a shower and put on some nice clothes. A simple but classic high-waist black split skirt and a female tuxedo, white and brilliant. She walked out of her room, grabbing her car keys. She headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. But standing there was Gary. She smiled from the doorway as she saw him cook with precision and passion. He was not and should not be the one cooking. Just before she stepped foot into the kitchen, she heard a female’s voice giggling. “Oh Gary, you are so funny. Tell me, how did you survive without a mom and a dad? You mu
Chapter 87: The Gambler's Lie
When the family arrived home, they were unusually quiet. Really quiet and numb. All eyes were on Gary. Madam Ann, William and his wife, Enrique, Donald, Ruth, Evelyn, Nova. They kept staring at Gary like he was some kind of ghost who had appeared from the dead to haunt them. Enrique was the first to speak. “Nice trick you pulled back there, Gary. Really nice trick. I’ve always known you to be a loser, little did I know you are also a trickster, a scammer and a fucking theif. I’m not even gonna say much, cause you would never be able to pull out two hundred million dollars. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.” Enrique scoffed and walked upstairs to his room. He was ashamed to gaze into Nova’s eyes. He had embarrassed himself in front of her. And again, who saved his ass? Gary. Gary, Gary, Gary. Ruth said nothing. She simply brushed past him with a slight, “Weirdo!” Donald walked up to him. “I’d love to see you pay for that painting. I’d love to see the whole world laugh at
Chapter 86: A Gentleman's Goodbye
Soon, the event came to an end, and Gary walked out quickly. He left early before anyone could get the chance to speak to him—especially the curious ones, the whispering elites, and the suspicious investors who now looked at him differently. It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid attention. He had walked into the gala already a man no one cared to notice—but now, after dropping two hundred million dollars like he was picking up the tab for dinner, he had become a name that didn’t match the face. The courtyard of the Edgar Mansion was mostly empty now. The wine carts had been rolled back into the side chambers, the last of the string quartet had vanished into the building like shadows retreating into the walls. The night had cooled, the stars above scattered like diamond dust, and the red carpet, once packed with feet and perfume and flirtations, now lay still—except for Gary, who moved toward the parking space, toward the sleek black car where he’d wait for Nova, Evelyn, and the rest
Chapter 85: The Man Who Brought Silence
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer called out, his voice booming over the crystal chandeliers and the elegant hum of old money. “As you may already know, our very own beloved Edmond Edgar is an artist of great renown. A master of oil and patience. A son to our gracious host, Mr. Edgar himself. Tonight, one of his most revered pieces will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. We will start the bidding at five million dollars.” There was a slow ripple of applause—reserved, polite, noble. All the kind of applause rich people gave when pretending they weren’t desperate. And yet, there was hunger in the room. The kind of hunger that made men betray their brothers and women poison their sisters. That painting wasn't just a pretty canvas—it was an investment with wings, a thing of legacy, something that would quadruple in value and cement its owner in the hallways of cultural aristocracy. Nova’s eyes narrowed as she sipped her wine, the burgundy liquid kissing her lips as she watch
Chapter 84: Heart To Heart, Eve And Ed
The loud music and noise faded into the background as the two lovebirds found their way into the garden, walking around the house like Cinderella and Prince Charming finding their way to a quiet spot. “So, tell me about you. I mean, besides how pretty and hardworking you are. Your mother thinks you are the right one for me.” he said nicely. Evelyn chuckled for a second or two, then opened her mouth to speak. “Um… I don’t know how to talk about myself, honestly. I’m not sure there’s anything interesting to say.” Edmond smiled as he gently guided them past a sculpted fountain that caught the moonlight. “That’s something all interesting people say.” She smiled faintly, casting her eyes to the ground for a moment. “Well… I suppose I’ve just always been someone who tries to do what’s expected. Even when it burns.” Edmond’s brows lifted slightly, as if he’d just heard a reflection of his own soul. “Same here,” he said, more serious now. “Isn’t it strange? Expectations. Sometimes they
