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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 46: Felix; A Man Or A Peacock?
“You shouldn’t be shedding tears, Lancaster. You’ll ruin your make-up.” A cold voice snapped Evelyn out of her daze. She jerked her head up. It was the governor’s son. Felix. Evelyn wiped her tears fast, her hands shaky, making sure her makeup stayed perfect. “Hello, Sir Felix. I… I didn’t know you followed me,” she stammered, her voice small, her eyes dropping to the floor. Felix didn’t smile, didn’t look away. His eyes stayed locked on hers, sharp and unyielding, like a predator sizing up prey. Evelyn couldn’t meet his gaze—her heart raced too fast. Her mind was still a mess from the chaos her family had just dragged her through. Felix was a tall, dark figure, his presence heavy, his tailored black suit screaming money, the gold watch on his wrist flashing with every move, worth more than most people’s homes. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his jaw set, his aura cold and dangerous. A diamond-encrusted pin on his lapel caught the light, a silent flex of his wealth, a rem
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 47: Teach Him A Lesson
Everyone froze, heads whipping around, eyes wide. Gary stepped forward, his face hard, his eyes burning with rage. The simple suit he wore drew a stark contrast to Felix’s wealth, but he did not care. He could buy Felix. The crowd nearby gasped, their whispers buzzing, their eyes darting between the two men. Felix’s grip on Evelyn’s wrist tightened, his eyes narrowing, his voice a low growl. “Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?” Gary didn’t flinch, his voice steady, his eyes locked on Felix. “I’m the guy telling you to back off. She said no. You deaf?” The crowd’s whispers exploded, their gasps loud, their eyes wide. No one talked to Felix like that—no one except the Wang Empire. Madam Ann’s face went pale, her hands shaking, her voice a hiss. “Gary, you idiot! Do you know who he is?!” William and Donald stepped closer, their faces red, their voices low. “You’re dead, Gary,” William growled. “You just signed your death warrant.” Felix let go of Evelyn’s wrist, his eyes
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 48: Lessons Learned The Hard Way
Felix glanced at his phone, his eyes narrow, his laugh loud and rough. “You know what’s interesting, Gary? That event was boring as hell. But I’m loving this show so much!” He chucked the phone to one of his men, his voice a sneer, his stance cocky. “You had to go and make some fake news, huh? I gotta give it to you, you’re good.” His men smirked, their voices low, their heads nodding. “Yeah, boss, that’s a good one! Fake as hell!” Felix turned to Gary, his voice a growl, his smirk wide. “Now, let me warn you, punk—I’m the governor’s son. You don’t mess with me and walk away. I’m gonna enjoy breaking you down!” Gary stood there, his voice soft, his eyes steady. “I told you, Felix. One call. Your father’s done.” Felix laughed again, his voice hard, his hands on his hips. “Keep dreaming, man! You’re just a nobody trying to act big! Let’s see how long you last!”The crowd watched, their whispers growing, their hands shaky as they stared at Felix. He looked lost, his face pale, his e
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 49: A Man Called Revenge
“I will speak to Miss. Serena, mom. Let’s hope she listens to me this time. But if you turn your backs on me again, whatever happens to you will be on your head. I am a nobody, but I know just how to figure out my way.” Back inside the hall, Serena Voss took the mic for a brief announcement. “The initial announcement was a mistake. We meant to say, Branstad, ex-governor Branstad no longer has any dealings with the Wang Empire. As for the Lancaster, they retain their $450 million signed contract.” The crowd gasped, whispers breaking out, heads turning fast. Madam Ann’s eyes widened, her voice a shaky whisper, her hands trembling. “Gary… you… you did it?” Gary nodded, his voice soft, his smile small. “I told you, Mom. I’ll help—on my terms.” Evelyn stepped closer, her voice a whisper, eyes wet. “Gary… I… I don’t know what to say…” Gary looked at her, his voice low, his eyes steady. “You don’t have to say anything, Evelyn. You made your choice. I’m just doing what’s right for the f
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 50: A Timely Reminder
The next day, Gary woke up a little later than usual. He barely slept. He had spent the entire night working on reviving Blackgold, reviewing applications himself, and recruiting new employees. He was doing a clean sweep, and Blackgold was now checked, done, and over with. Next, he had his next firm to visit—his clothing and textile company brand, Aureum Crest. It was a sleeping giant his father had built from the ground up, hidden under proxies and shell companies, ready to stitch his name into the world’s fabric. It was going to be a long day. But first things first. He needed to see his grandmother. He rolled out of bed, still in yesterday’s wrinkled shirt, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot but sharp. The room was a dump—peeling wallpaper, a cracked mirror, a mattress that sagged like his old life. The Lancasters kept him here, in a kennel for their dog, but he didn’t care. This was camouflage. In contrast, the bedroom in his mansion alone was the size and luxe of the entire living r
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 51: Commotion At Titan Forge
“What is the problem, Mom?” Gary asked hastily, hearing his mother sceaming from the other end of the phone. Yelling at someone or something, he wasn’t sure. She was a yeller, if that’s a word. “Get your ass down here, Gary. I can’t get hold of either Williams or Donald and these fucking people won’t let me in!” Madam Ann roared. “Which people?” “I am at Titan Forge!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You know, the big dogs in this city! I’m here to talk business, and these idiots at the gate are acting like I’m some nobody! Get over here now!” Gary rubbed his temple, phone pressed to his ear, already feeling the headache coming. Titan Forge—damn, she picked the worst spot to flex. The biggest construction and materials empire in the city, maybe the whole damn country. Run by Harrison Wolfe, a guy who’d chew nails and spit bullets, and his right-hand psycho, Victor “Razor” Slade. Those two didn’t mess around, and Madam Ann had no clue what she was stepping into.
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 52: "Shut Up, Loser!"
Gary was used to the slap. He was used to getting slapped, even in public. But he genuinely didn’t want to see Madam Ann get hurt or any of those people at all. Despite being an alpha male who exerted cold-hearted revenge on his enemies, Gary cared so much about people. But if they couldn’t see it, he let them suffer the repercussions of their stubbornness. So, he yelled, “Everyone, please listen to what I have to say.” As soon as his voice was heard, everyone turned to look at him. At this point, they were interested in anything anyone had to say. They needed a saviour. Seeing Gary, his dressing, his appearance—they doubted if he had some real solutions to their problems. But they still gave it a shot. His beat-up jacket hung loose, his shirt wrinkled from yesterday, hair a mess like he’d just rolled out of bed. He didn’t look like money or power—just some guy off the street, same as them. No, way worse than them. “Listen,” Gary said, voice loud but steady, cutting through the sh
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 53: Silence Is The Best Answer To A Bunch Of Fools!
The guard smirked, arms still crossed. “No card, no dice, lady. Keep it up—makes my day watching you flop.” he seemed to enjoy ravishing in his power. The crowd erupted again—shouts, curses, fists waving. Someone chucked a water bottle, and it bounced off the gate, splashing Gary’s shoes. He wiped his face, calm as ever, but inside, he was done warning. They wanted to rant? Fine. He’d let ‘em crash and burn. He took a breath, voice steady but loud enough to carry. “Mom, I’m telling you one more time—stop this. You’re kicking a hornet’s nest. Harrison Wolfe don’t mess around, and he’s got no love for the Lancasters. You took his project, and he’s pissed. We need to go home, get an invite card, and—” “Invite card?” she laughed, a nasty, guttural sound. “I don’t need no damn card, you idiot! I’m Madam Ann Lancaster, the Sun Group project manager! Wang Empire’s got my back now! Wolfe’s gonna kiss my ass when he hears my offer—materials for his next big build! These guards are just too
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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
