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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 54: "Who Is This Clown?"
Kage soon showed up, dressed in a slick black suit that probably cost more than Gary’s car, his shades perched on his nose like he was some movie star. He rolled up in a shiny Bentley, the tires screeching. He stepped out with that cocky swagger—like he owned the damn street. The crowd at Titan Forge’s gates parted a bit, some jaws dropping, others just glaring. Madam Ann lit up like a kid on Christmas, rushing over, hands clasped like she was praying to him. “Kage, oh, thank God you’re here!” she gushed, her voice all syrup and desperation. “These idiots won’t let me in—me, Madam Ann Lancaster, Sun Group’s project manager! Wang Empire’s my shield now, and I need to see Harrison Wolfe. You’ve got the pull—make it happen!” Kage adjusted his shades, smirking down at her. “Ann, you’re a mess, you know that?” he asked. “I… I know. I am sorry, Kage,” Madam Ann stammered, her voice shaky but clawing for control. “Look, I was foolish and blinded. But I’m ready to give you Evelyn anytim
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 55: Men Who Don't Play
Up on Titan Forge’s top floor, the boardroom smelled like old coffee and cigar stubs. Harrison Wolfe sat at the head of a long, scratched-up table, his gray hair thinning at the edges, a faint scar running down his jaw from some fight he’d never talk about. His eyes were tired but hard, like he’d seen too much and still didn’t blink. Victor Slade—folks called him Razor—sat to his right, leaning back in his chair, flipping a pocketknife open and shut with a soft click. Half a dozen other guys, upper echelons in the company—sat around, papers and maps spread out messy, their coffee cups half-empty. Harrison tapped a pen on the table, slow and steady. “We’re in a good spot,” he said, voice low, rough from years of yelling over construction sites. “Lancasters, Howards, Lockwods—they’re small potatoes. We push them out, take what’s theirs, and Master Wang’s gonna see we’re the ones who matter. Real partners, not just hired help.” Razor smirked, closing his knife with a snap. “Lancast
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 56: The Proud Peacock Falls I
Everyone had high hopes, and it seemed having Felix around was finally paying off. First of all, his entry alone shook the crowd. Who else could afford to drive an Aston Martin? The sleek beast purred up to the Titan Forge gate, silver paint gleaming like a middle finger to the broke folks gawking. Felix stepped out, all slick suit and smug grin, like he was still the governor’s golden boy. Gary stayed silent, watching the whole scene unfold from the edge of the crowd. Felix hadn’t seen him yet—the mysterious guy his dad had knelt to the night before, sweating and begging under dim lights. But Gary knew the truth: nobody gave a damn about Felix anymore. His dad’s governor gig was toast, all thanks to Felix’s proud peacock ass strutting too hard, pissing off the wrong people and trying to flirt with Evelyn. Gary grabbed Madam Ann’s hand, leaning in close, whispering loud enough to cut through the noise. “Mom, I’m sure you heard that guy. Victor Slade’s coming. Please, Mom, let’s lea
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 57: The Proud Peacock Falls II
The crowd shifted, murmurs bubbling up again, unsure now. Madam Ann, hovering behind Felix, clutched her purse tighter, her painted nails digging into the leather. Kage, still nursing his swollen cheek, peeked from the dirt, his shades long gone and eyes darting between Razor and Felix like a kid watching a storm brew. Gary stayed back, hands in his pockets, wiping the last of Madam Ann’s spit from his cheek with his sleeve, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Felix might’ve slapped Razor, but Razor wasn’t the type to snap easily—not yet. Felix straightened his suit, brushing off Razor’s words like lint, his grin creeping back. “Warning?” he said, voice dripping with that rich-boy swagger. “You don’t warn a Branstad, pal. You listen.” And with that, he reared back—slap!—another hit, lighter this time, more insult than force, like he was swatting a fly. Razor’s face didn’t move, but something dark flickered in his eyes, a shadow passing over still water. The crowd held its breath ag
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 58: The Messenger's Shadow
Madame Ann had expected a hand to land hard across her face, a stinging mark to match the humiliation already pooling in her gut. She braced herself, eyes squeezing shut, her breath catching as Razor’s shadow loomed closer, his raised palm promising a lesson she wouldn’t forget. But the slap never came. Instead, a firm grip closed around Razor’s wrist, stopping his hand mid-air like a puppet snagged on its strings. The big man blinked, startled, his mean grin faltering as he turned to see who dared. It was Gary. Gary Wang—calm as a still pond, his eyes steady, not a flicker of fear in him despite the chaos he’d just waded into. His plain jacket hung loose, his sneakers scuffed, nothing about him screaming power—yet there he stood, holding Razor like it was nothing. Madam Ann’s eyes popped open, her jaw dropping as she stumbled back, clutching her chest. “Gary?!” she croaked, voice a mix of shock and leftover venom from spitting in his face earlier. “What the hell are you doing?”
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 59: Shock Them To The Bones
“To who? That guy?” everyone asked in shock—some in their minds, others in whispers. Felix, still on his knees, gaped, blood trickling down his chin. “What the…?” Gary slipped his phone back into his pocket, hands resting easy, like he hadn’t just flipped the world upside down. “No need to fix anything yet,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Just didn’t want my mom catching a slap she couldn’t handle. Tell your guy here to ease up—family stuff, you know?” Harrison straightened, nodding fast, his grizzled face a mix of relief and awe. “Of course, of course—Victor, you heard him! No slapping, no nothing unless he says!” He turned to Gary, lowering his voice, respectful but careful. “You’re the messenger, right? Whatever you need, Titan Forge’s got it. Just name it.” The crowd buzzed again, softer now, trying to figure out who Gary was. Messenger? From who? The Sun Group? Someone bigger? Gary didn’t answer; he just gave a small nod, keeping his cards close. He wasn’t Mr. Wang to them—n
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 60: Grandma Lola
Leaving Titan Forge, Gary drove straight back home to his mansion. He smiled as he drove past the street lights. It was fun to see everyone squirm in fear of him after finding out he was some messenger. Madam Ann, a funny woman. What would she do when she and every other person found out that he was not just a messenger from the Wang Empire, but Master Wang himself. Soon, Gary got to his mansion. The mansion sat there, still, heavy, billions of dollars sitting firmly under the night sky. As soon as he got to the gate, it was automatically opened up for him as his biometrics was scanned from miles away. He was going to see his grandmother. She was discharged from Asclepius early that morning and according to Montague, she was better than ever. He stopped his old dirty car on the driveway when three men and two ladies all cloaked in black and white bowed to greet him and then, two of the men got into Gary’s car to drive it into the garage. “Dispose of that car,” he said. “I don’t
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 61: "Some Wang Prince"
Lola let out a long, slow sigh, the kind that carried decades of weight, and eased back in her workchair, fingers drumming softly on the armrest. She took a sip of her coffee, the steam curling up around her silver hair, and fixed him with those sharp eyes, warm but tinged with something deeper—regret, maybe, or resolve. “Have you forgotten the reason, sweet boy?” she said, her tone gentle but teasing, like she was scolding him for losing his keys. “Or did Serena leave that part out?” Gary frowned, searching her face, the glow of her cheeks and the spark in her gaze, tightening his chest. “She told me some—said you kept me outta this mess to protect me, keep me grounded ‘til I could handle it. But I need it from you, Grandma. Why’d you let me think we were nothing when you had all this? Your husband is the fucking founder of the Wang Empire and…” “Language!” Granny cut in. Lola set her cup down, the soft clink of porcelain on the saucer filling the pause. She leaned forward a lit
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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
