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A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 74: A Feat For The Fit
We still have to show the loser some respect. Anyways, you have my approval. You may go ahead, open a restaurant in Lancaster's name, give it a nice brand name, and keep Gary in charge of the chefs. I am sure with his lucky charm, Gary will make the business blow up, somehow. Who knows, he may be a god or something...” Everyone laughed hysterically. The thought of Gary being anything more than a loser and a live-in son-in-law was like trying to picture things from a 5D perspective or an alternate reality. Even in another reality, they all believed Gary was a nobody. Turning to Evelyn, who was not laughing, “if you can source the funds yourself, find a nice location and make the business something remarkable, Evelyn, I promise to make you Manager of the entire restaurant, all income entering into your account directly.” “And if I fail?” “You won’t fail, Evelyn.” Gary from his cold, dark corner spat darkly. “Oh shut up asshole. How dare you intrude on family business? You should
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 75: Nova Whitemore
John Kennedy Airport was the definition of true luxury. It was more than an airport, it was a home to air birds, public and private. Only the wealthy could afford to use that airport or even walk on those grounds. Clearly, Nora had made it big, big enough to have hired her own private jet. People could be seen driving their convoys, welcoming loved ones and perhaps, hated ones, also. It was a known fact that your greatest enemy is in your home. Gary could relate so explicitly. Finally, as soon as the clock struck 12:15 pm, the convoy came to a halt. Gary stepped out of the car and was about to walk away when Enrique stopped him. “Hey, where the fuck are you going? Come open the door for me and don’t walk away like you are someone important.” Gary paused, and then he smiled. He then turned back and walked back to the Black Sedan, to the passenger seat at the back where Enrique was seated like Randy Watson from Coming to America. Gary knocked on the window, and then Enrique wou
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 76: Château Blanc
The night had just begun to breathe over the city skyline, casting a glassy sheen across the mirrored downtown towers. Neon signs danced over polished car hoods, and streetlamps blinked to life like curious eyes watching the night unfold. A long, obsidian-black Bentley slowed before the glistening entrance of the Chateau Blanc—a five-star culinary fortress known for hosting monarchs, billionaires, and the kind of power players who made empires tremble with a phone call. In less stressful words, Chateau Blanc was absolutely stunning. “Mr. Enrique, the Diamond Room is ready. We’ve chilled the Opus One just as requested.” A serveur said. “Perfect,” Enrique replied, tossing his keys to the valet with a casual flick. “Take care of her, will you? She’s a rare breed.” The valet barely nodded, already smitten by the car, the aura, the money. Nova’s brows raised slightly. “Diamond Room?” she asked, leaning toward Enrique as they entered the marble-floored lobby. “Are you sure, Enrique.
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 77: Shame Has A Face
The maitre d’ finally spoke up. “Actually, sir, in Chateau Blanc, we have 4 rooms. The Gold Room, costing $5 Million for a session. The Platinum Room, costing $10 Million for a session. Then we have the Diamond room which, meals and other services costing $40 Million for an hour. And lastly, we have the Celestial Chamber costing $120 Million for 12 hours for all services.” The maitre d’ ended by saying, shakingly, “And you, sir, are in the Celestial Chamber. Only two people have the right to access the room. First, the worthy, and secondly, the Wang Empire.” At the mention of the Wang Empire, Gary smiled. He was not even aware himself. As it were, he had more power than he realised. It would be safe to say he, his empire, controlled America. A fact. His company racked up more than $100 Trillion every year. So he was not surprised at all. Enrique’s stomach twisted like a knot. The food in his mouth suddenly tasted like rocks. His hands began to shiver. He had not even looked up the
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“I don’t know, man,” O.J replied, lips trembling. “But I’m never disrespecting any ‘messenger’ again in my life.” Nova had not touched her drink. She was still processing everything. What she had just witnessed defied every law of social hierarchy she had ever known. Gary hadn’t begged. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t even needed to move. But when he spoke, Titans responded. Mr. Don, the man who allegedly made the President wait for a meeting, was now standing silent like a student caught cheating during an exam. Mr. Don turned slowly to Enrique, still seething but now boxed in. “You. Are very, very lucky today. The next time you or your clownish associates embarrass this establishment again, there will be no wine, no meal, no warning. Just consequences. I will take off your pants and whop your goddamn white ass!” Enrique opened his mouth to speak, but all he could manage was a shaky, “Yes sir.” As Mr. Don began to walk out, Gary tilted his head thoughtfully. “Mr. Don,” he
Chapter 79: The Fool, The Wine And The Unforgivable Debt
“What do you mean it is on the house? Does that… mean I am.. I am free?” asked Enrique stammering. Mr. Don was not sure what to say. He looked at Gary like he needed direction from him. He was not sure of what to say, how to act, how to breathe. “I will cover the expenses, Mr. Don.” Gary finally spoke. The entire room of seven people turned to look at him. “Will you shut the fuck up, asshole? Do you want to die? Get on your knees and beg with me, and perhaps, Mr. Don may be kind enough to alleviate the pain and wrath he is about to inflict on us,” roared Enrique. Gary only giggled. He looked at Nova, who was also calm. She was frightened. The name Mr. Don scared her already how much more Master Wang. She averted her gaze to Gary, finding some things unusual. Like how confident he strode, how calm he was, how well calculated his words were. It seemed as if he had a hidden power of his own that he was yet to possess. ‘Or does he?’ Nova asked. “Mr. Don, I understand that the fool
Chapter 78: Sixty Seconds To Live
Seated on a cushioned throne behind a black-onyx desk that could swallow most living rooms whole, Mr. Don looked every inch the emperor he believed himself to be. A titanium Omega watch gleamed on his thick wrist, more a weapon than a timepiece. He didn’t need it to tell time—he made time bow to him. His office, perched on the 88th floor of the Doncorp Tower, wasn’t just an office—it was a fortress of wealth. The floor beneath his feet was imported Persian marble, veins of emerald streaking through it like silent rivers. The chandelier above him wasn’t just Swarovski; it had its own insurance policy. On the walls, screens flickered with stock indices from Tokyo, Paris, Frankfurt, and Wall Street—all dancing to his invisible tune. And before him, a giant glass wall stretched toward the skyline, showing the sprawling empire of neon and greed that was his playground. That right there was the perfect definition of the man called Don, owner of Chateau Blanc. A dozen high-powered partn
Chapter 77: Shame Has A Face
The maitre d’ finally spoke up. “Actually, sir, in Chateau Blanc, we have 4 rooms. The Gold Room, costing $5 Million for a session. The Platinum Room, costing $10 Million for a session. Then we have the Diamond room which, meals and other services costing $40 Million for an hour. And lastly, we have the Celestial Chamber costing $120 Million for 12 hours for all services.” The maitre d’ ended by saying, shakingly, “And you, sir, are in the Celestial Chamber. Only two people have the right to access the room. First, the worthy, and secondly, the Wang Empire.” At the mention of the Wang Empire, Gary smiled. He was not even aware himself. As it were, he had more power than he realised. It would be safe to say he, his empire, controlled America. A fact. His company racked up more than $100 Trillion every year. So he was not surprised at all. Enrique’s stomach twisted like a knot. The food in his mouth suddenly tasted like rocks. His hands began to shiver. He had not even looked up the
Chapter 76: Château Blanc
The night had just begun to breathe over the city skyline, casting a glassy sheen across the mirrored downtown towers. Neon signs danced over polished car hoods, and streetlamps blinked to life like curious eyes watching the night unfold. A long, obsidian-black Bentley slowed before the glistening entrance of the Chateau Blanc—a five-star culinary fortress known for hosting monarchs, billionaires, and the kind of power players who made empires tremble with a phone call. In less stressful words, Chateau Blanc was absolutely stunning. “Mr. Enrique, the Diamond Room is ready. We’ve chilled the Opus One just as requested.” A serveur said. “Perfect,” Enrique replied, tossing his keys to the valet with a casual flick. “Take care of her, will you? She’s a rare breed.” The valet barely nodded, already smitten by the car, the aura, the money. Nova’s brows raised slightly. “Diamond Room?” she asked, leaning toward Enrique as they entered the marble-floored lobby. “Are you sure, Enrique.
Chapter 75: Nova Whitemore
John Kennedy Airport was the definition of true luxury. It was more than an airport, it was a home to air birds, public and private. Only the wealthy could afford to use that airport or even walk on those grounds. Clearly, Nora had made it big, big enough to have hired her own private jet. People could be seen driving their convoys, welcoming loved ones and perhaps, hated ones, also. It was a known fact that your greatest enemy is in your home. Gary could relate so explicitly. Finally, as soon as the clock struck 12:15 pm, the convoy came to a halt. Gary stepped out of the car and was about to walk away when Enrique stopped him. “Hey, where the fuck are you going? Come open the door for me and don’t walk away like you are someone important.” Gary paused, and then he smiled. He then turned back and walked back to the Black Sedan, to the passenger seat at the back where Enrique was seated like Randy Watson from Coming to America. Gary knocked on the window, and then Enrique wou
Chapter 74: A Feat For The Fit
We still have to show the loser some respect. Anyways, you have my approval. You may go ahead, open a restaurant in Lancaster's name, give it a nice brand name, and keep Gary in charge of the chefs. I am sure with his lucky charm, Gary will make the business blow up, somehow. Who knows, he may be a god or something...” Everyone laughed hysterically. The thought of Gary being anything more than a loser and a live-in son-in-law was like trying to picture things from a 5D perspective or an alternate reality. Even in another reality, they all believed Gary was a nobody. Turning to Evelyn, who was not laughing, “if you can source the funds yourself, find a nice location and make the business something remarkable, Evelyn, I promise to make you Manager of the entire restaurant, all income entering into your account directly.” “And if I fail?” “You won’t fail, Evelyn.” Gary from his cold, dark corner spat darkly. “Oh shut up asshole. How dare you intrude on family business? You should
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
