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A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 80: "Who The Fuck Are You?"
“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
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 81: Mansion Of Masks
Gary drove Enrique and Nova to the mansion while Tyrese and O.J found their way out of the area. They had seen enough Stranger Things in less than 24 hours. The Lancasters mansion was already brimming with bright lights, confetti and other party stuff. William had also gone to a different airport to pick up his wife. The house slowly turned into a party gala, welcoming two women back home. Nova Whitemore, the successful business woman from France, and Elena, William’s wife who also went on a business trip. “Oh my beautiful baby girl,” Madam Ann shed some tears as she ran to hug Nova while the rest of the family trailed along, each getting a turn to touch the now made billionaire. Enrique was the only one standing there still processing the shock from earlier. Gary however just stood there, wondering what was going on. How and why would the two women suddenly barge into New York? Especially with the recent happenings at his office with Calvin and the mysterious ring from China. So
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 82: The Smell Of Parables And Perfume
The following day, night seemed to approach faster. The house was now more busy than ever, dishes all over the kitchen and dirty clothes in the laundry room. As much as Gary loved to do some of those menial jobs, he was not going to wash someone’s panties or socks. He left that for the cleaners. Besides, the welcoming party of Edmond Edgar was only in a few hours. He needed to get dressed in preparation. Gary stood in front of the mirror trying to knot his tie when someone suddenly took over. Slowly and creeply. He had forgotten to shut his door. “Evelyn?” he called out, slowly leaving the piece of fabric for the lady to work on. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You should be getting ready. I mean, your mom needs you to be as pretty as possible so you can steal Edmond’s heart.” Evelyn was momentarily quiet. “You know the problem of stealing from a rich man, Gary? You don’t. They give to you. Sometimes in a gift box, sometimes, in a plastic spoon and other times, in replaceme
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 83: Edmond Edgar
The courtyard erupted in cheers. Glasses clinked. Cameras flashed. A slow, cinematic spotlight spun across the grand balcony overhead—and then, stepping out like royalty from a world stage, Edmond appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch sculpted by generations of perfection and privilege. His tuxedo fit him like skin. His jawline could slice diamonds. And when he smiled, it wasn’t just charm—it was a calculated blade sheathed in charisma. He waved once. Then twice. Women whispered. Men nodded with manufactured admiration. He was like a mini god. Ladies tripped to be with him. He had accomplished great things in the land of America, taken over his father’s legacy and built it into a much bigger empire. Men were proud of the young man, women adored him and would leave even their husbands to be with Edmond Edgar. Inside the ballroom, the celebration exploded. Violinists and pianists dueled musically in opposite corners. Waiters weaved through the crowd with crystal platters. Cha
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge 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
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 1: A Hound in Their Den
"Kneel!" The word cut through the room like a whip. Gary Wang stood frozen, his fingers clenched into fists. His legs ached from hours of standing, but he wouldn’t kneel. Not this time. Around him, the laughter swelled. The Lancaster family, their guests, their servants—they all watched, waiting for the show to begin. William Lancaster sighed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "I said, kneel, you douche-bag!" A sharp kick suddenly slammed into the back of Gary’s knee. His leg buckled, and before he could catch himself, he was on the floor, a silent grunt escaping his dry lips. Laughter erupted. Someone clapped. A joke was made at his expense, but Gary didn’t hear it. All he heard was his own breathing. Heavy. Slow. He looked up. Across the room, Evelyn stood there, watching. His wife, his wife, who never defended him. His wife, who didn’t look away, was she enjoying the scene? Gary swallowed hard. He couldn’t tell. But he would remember this night like every other night—ever
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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
Chapter 83: Edmond Edgar
The courtyard erupted in cheers. Glasses clinked. Cameras flashed. A slow, cinematic spotlight spun across the grand balcony overhead—and then, stepping out like royalty from a world stage, Edmond appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch sculpted by generations of perfection and privilege. His tuxedo fit him like skin. His jawline could slice diamonds. And when he smiled, it wasn’t just charm—it was a calculated blade sheathed in charisma. He waved once. Then twice. Women whispered. Men nodded with manufactured admiration. He was like a mini god. Ladies tripped to be with him. He had accomplished great things in the land of America, taken over his father’s legacy and built it into a much bigger empire. Men were proud of the young man, women adored him and would leave even their husbands to be with Edmond Edgar. Inside the ballroom, the celebration exploded. Violinists and pianists dueled musically in opposite corners. Waiters weaved through the crowd with crystal platters. Cha
Chapter 82: The Smell Of Parables And Perfume
The following day, night seemed to approach faster. The house was now more busy than ever, dishes all over the kitchen and dirty clothes in the laundry room. As much as Gary loved to do some of those menial jobs, he was not going to wash someone’s panties or socks. He left that for the cleaners. Besides, the welcoming party of Edmond Edgar was only in a few hours. He needed to get dressed in preparation. Gary stood in front of the mirror trying to knot his tie when someone suddenly took over. Slowly and creeply. He had forgotten to shut his door. “Evelyn?” he called out, slowly leaving the piece of fabric for the lady to work on. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You should be getting ready. I mean, your mom needs you to be as pretty as possible so you can steal Edmond’s heart.” Evelyn was momentarily quiet. “You know the problem of stealing from a rich man, Gary? You don’t. They give to you. Sometimes in a gift box, sometimes, in a plastic spoon and other times, in replaceme
Chapter 81: Mansion Of Masks
Gary drove Enrique and Nova to the mansion while Tyrese and O.J found their way out of the area. They had seen enough Stranger Things in less than 24 hours. The Lancasters mansion was already brimming with bright lights, confetti and other party stuff. William had also gone to a different airport to pick up his wife. The house slowly turned into a party gala, welcoming two women back home. Nova Whitemore, the successful business woman from France, and Elena, William’s wife who also went on a business trip. “Oh my beautiful baby girl,” Madam Ann shed some tears as she ran to hug Nova while the rest of the family trailed along, each getting a turn to touch the now made billionaire. Enrique was the only one standing there still processing the shock from earlier. Gary however just stood there, wondering what was going on. How and why would the two women suddenly barge into New York? Especially with the recent happenings at his office with Calvin and the mysterious ring from China. So
Chapter 80: "Who The Fuck Are You?"
“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
