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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 62: "Gary"
The Lancasters’ mansion glowed at nights. The LED landscape lights illuminate the exterior of the building. The swimming pool glowed like an ocean of led lights. Madam Ann sat by the pool, sipping her Aged Tequila Elixir. The world was beautiful, her life was beautiful. She was now working with the big dogs. She would have loved to say thanks to Gary, but her pride was way bigger than her sense of gratitude. As a matter of fact, Gary had said it himself; he was just a messenger. And really, what else could he be? A loser, a live-in son-in-law who could not afford to find a proper job to pay for his dying grandmother. It was clear: all Gary knew how to do best was be a loser and nothing more. So, Madam Ann could rest assured that Gary would not and never be a rival, or competition. But she would keep him, he seemed to have good luck, a lucky charm. Still, truth kept gnawing at the back of her proud mind. How? “Gary, how? What are you hiding? How could someone as powerful as Mr.
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 63: "Yes, Gary"
Madam Ann’s laugh barked out, sharp and bitter, slicing through Evelyn’s confession like a blade. She leaned forward in her lounge chair, elbows on her knees, tequila forgotten as her painted nails dug into her palms. “Real? Different? Evelyn, have you lost your damn mind? What the fuck is wrong with you? I think you’ve had too much to drink. Give me that!” “No mom! I am dead serious. You might not know, but Gary is more than just Gary. He has connections, mom. But that is not even it. He is a caring guy, smart, loving and… look… I want him back in my life.” There was a brief silence. “You.. you’re serious!” Madam Ann said, adjusting her sitting position. Silence from Evelyn. “Are you nuts? That boy’s a loser—a live-in nobody who couldn’t pay for his grandma’s medicine without groveling. You think he’s some hidden prince now ‘cause Harrison Wolfe kissed his boots? He’s a messenger, girl—a lucky dog with a phone, nothing more!” Her voice rose, edged with a fury that trembled in
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 64: An Emergency
“Why would you call me in the middle of the night, Serena? What could be so important that you could not wait till tomorrow?” Gary asked, adjusting his tie as he walked down the hallway of his company, Serena walking ahead of him. “Its um… you… you’ll see, Master,” she said, walking hastily as if she had seen a ghost and it had tried to kll her. Gary sighed and followed. They kept walking until they got to the boardroom. The boardroom was not the usual quiet, empty hall at night. There were more than two persons standing there, more than five men. All security guards, fully armed and ready to strike. “Serena, did you call me here to watch the city at night with these guys? Cause if you did, I swear to God I will make sure you don’t get to see that movie next weekend. Trust me!” Gary said, his eyes feeling heavy. He had left Evelyn on hold, dashing out of the house for an ‘emergency’. He had simply told Evelyn an emphatic ‘NO!’ And really, what else could he say? That he forgave
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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.
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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
