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ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER Confrontation
Ansel’s whistle grew louder as he approached the gleaming Bugatti Veyron, its metallic body reflecting the sun’s rays like a million tiny diamonds. The car’s lustrous surface, aggressive lines and powerful presence commanded respect and admiration, drawing eyes from all around. Ansel casually threw the small bag in his hand, not caring much about it. As he walked, he silently chuckled to himself, like a guy who didn’t have a care in the world.The look on their faces was something he would never forget.Who could have thought that the Arlington's would one day get on their knees?Those were the people that always pressured Clara to divorce him.Calling him a useless and a good-for-nothing son-in-law.Even though he had tried to please them in the past, they made their hatred for him obvious and didn't bother to hide it.It was one of the reasons why he and Clara decided to move into their own apartments.Life was going great at first, but not until she changed and became a different
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER A confident pauper
"Your driver almost bumped into my car, shouldn't you apologize for the damage that you almost caused?" Ansel smirked devilishly, the sun casting down on his face and making him look more hotter than he already was.Ansel recalled the moments leading up to the near-collision, and he was certain of one thing-the middle-aged man was clearly at fault. The road was divided into distinct lanes, yet the man had disregarded these boundaries, encroaching into the path of Ansel’s vehicle. His reckless driving had nearly caused damage, and Ansel was determined to make sure that the man took responsibility for his actions.The heat of the day had done nothing to cool Ansel's temper, and he felt fully justified in demanding an apology from the man.Jules clapped his hands together in an attempt to mock Ansel."If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be speaking to me as if we were equals. I owe you no apology, but maybe it’ll teach you some manners.” Ansel thought that the man must be crazy, he ha
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER Grandfather pukes blood
Thora paced frantically across the room, her eyes rimmed with redness and her cheeks flushed and swollen, as if she had been crying for hours. She was torn and unable to make a decision.Standing helplessly, her gaze wavered between the phone lying on the table and her grandfather that laid motionless on the floor. With shaking hands, Thora lowered herself to her knees, her facial expression filled with anguish as she gently held her grandfather’s face in her palms. A single tear traced its way down her cheek as she leaned closer, her gaze scanning every detail of her grandfather's features."Please, stay with me grandfather, don't leave me." She patted him lightly on the cheek.Grandfather Kian struggled to catch his breath, his eyes were bulging wide open and he stared at nothing in particular.Suddenly feeling the urge to vomit, he felt a sudden force and spilled the contents from his mouth.The crimson red liquid dropped on the cold marble floor and Thora gasped in shock.Her e
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER Using the acupuncture method
Grandfather Kian was stretched out on the king-sized bed, his chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. His eyes rolled back into his head, as if he were looking at the ceiling, but he seemed to see nothing in particular. Looking at the condition that he was in, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to hold on any further."Please save my grandfather" Thora said with tears in her eyes, she couldn't take her eyes off her grandfather. Right now, Ansel was her only hope.Ansel remained silent, his focus solely on grandfather Kian. He knelt beside the bed, his fingers reaching out to feel for a pulse in the man’s thin wrist. A clear bag of fluids hung from a metal stand, connected to Kian’s hand by a thin tube.The drip was supposed to replenish the fluids in Kian’s body and bring some semblance of health back to him, but it seemed to be doing nothing at all. Ansel pulled out a medium-sized box from his bag. Inside was a collection of thin, metallic needles, arranged neatly in rows
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER The old method worked
"Whoa there, doc. What did you just say?" Ansel asked, his voice as cold as a frozen lake. He locked eyes with the doc, his gaze daring the guy to repeat himself. "I didn’t stutter. You heard me the first time," Dr Quin growled, his words sharp. "If anything happens to grandfather Kian, it’s on you. You better pull out all the strings you have to save him, or else there’ll be hell to pay. Got it?" Dr Quin responded harshly and Chris, who had already harbored a dislike for Ansel, seized the opportunity to jump in, taking advantage of the rising tension between Ansel and Doctor Quinn.The sight of the acupuncture needles only added fuel to the fire, their presence unsettling to Chris, who viewed them with distrust and skepticism."What have you done to my grandfather? Treat him! If he dies then I will lock you up in jail." Chris threatened through gritted teeth.Thora tried holding his hands to stop him from acting rashly but he pushed her away gently and instead gave Ansel a challeng
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER The hunt for herbs
Grandfather Kian spat again, his eyes blazing with fury."Go on! Ansel saved my life. You owe him gratitude and respect, regardless of what you think of him."Chris balled his fist, he seethed with anger.How could he of all people apologize to Ansel? Grandfather even wanted him to give gratitude."Grandfather, yes he saved you, we know that but...Just take a good look at him, he...he doesn't have_""What do you mean 'he doesn't have...'?" Grandfather Kian roared, his fury rising with every second that passed.Thora sensed the tension in the room and knew that it was time to intervene before things escalated further. "Grandfather," Thora began, her voice laced with concern. "Please, keep your voice down. I don't want you to worsen your condition." She turned her focus to Chris, her eyes blazing with an intensity that could rival her grandfather's. "Everyone here witnessed what Ansel did for our grandfather. He saved him, and yet you wanted to hit him? How dare you? Have you no shame?
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER At the old antique store
“Hold up! Wait for me!” Thora breathed heavily, gasping for breath as she frantically chased after Chris. Her feet tripped over the rocky path, but she kept on pushing forward, determined not to be left behind. He was walking so fast and she wasn't the type of lady that liked running in heels.Chris scoffed, hearing her footsteps behind him, he decided to slow down his walking pace a little. He was still mad at her for taking sides with Ansel and even though he tried not to show it, he was obviously angry."You almost killed me! My legs are hurting so badly" Thora said as she almost got to where he was.She tried stopping to catch her breath but her cousin didn't seem like he was going to stop.Chris continued walking even though he knew that Thora wanted him to stop.Thora’s head began to spin, her vision blurring as the blood flowed back to her leg. “Hold up, stop! I can’t keep up with you. My legs are screaming for mercy” She staggered towards a car parked on the street, leaning
ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER Meeting the Arlington's again
Ansel shook his head uninterestedly before turning back to look at the old blade before him.He had no interest in Clara or her family, knowing full well that they were nothing but trouble. Clara’s anger spiked as Ansel dismissed her, making her blood boil.The blatant disregard for her and the Arlington's only served to fuel her indignation, her knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists in frustration. Ansel was the reason for everything, if he hadn't told the police about Kelvin then she wouldn't have to go visit Kelvin every night in the cell.The Arlington's had taken a huge hit, and it was all because of Ansel. His actions had caused their once-thriving business to plummet to the bottom of the rankings. Companies didn't work with them anymore.Feeding was now a problem and they had to bring their precious items to sell in this little shop.It was their best bet and if they took it somewhere else, they might be chased out immediately.Mrs Arlington also stared daggers at Ans
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"Have you forgotten the past so soon?"
"Father-in-law Luther," the older man’s voice cracked. He stood a few feet away with his shoulders slouched, looking smaller than anyone had ever seen him. "I wish... I wish I could bring her back, I really do. But I can’t. I know that now. It's all my fault and i apologize for my past mistakes." His eyes darted from grandfather Luther to Ansel. "Please, just let me prove I’m sorry. I want to be part of this family again. We need to live together as one. I want to be with my children again."The memories came flooding back for him. He remembered the day he had pushed his family out, standing there with his new wife and acting like he had won. He had believed he had everything under control, that with Ansel’s mother’s wealth, he could live a life of luxury. It was only now that he realized how much he had truly lost.If he had been patient enough, he would have gotten to find out that grandfather was a rich man. Even the car behind grandfather cost almost a hundred million dollars.M
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Sobs
Ansel stepped out of the courthouse, the cool breeze of early morning ruffling his hair. The property that rightfully belonged to his mother was finally his again.He could still hear the judge’s voice echoing in his head in a calm but authoritative tone, “The court rules in favor of Ansel Luther, granting him full ownership of the property.”His lawyer had done exactly what Ansel had hired him for. No surprises there. With a lawyer of his caliber, victories like this were highly expected.But the image that stuck with Ansel the most was his stepmother’s face as the verdict was announced. She had fought hard to keep what didn’t belong to her, using every underhanded trick in the book, but now it was over.Another thing that was satisfying, though, was watching his father and stepmother's faces as reality hit them.As Ansel approached the garage, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He could still see the look of shock and outrage on his father’s face, too. His father's su
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Courtroom
The morning sun passed through the tall windows of the courthouse, casting long shadows across the polished floor.Ansel stepped through the door, his polished shoes clicking softly as he walked down the aisle toward the front of the courtroom. He had chosen his outfit carefully, a tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and a dark tie that made him look every bit the man he had grown to become.As soon as he entered, heads turned, including those of his father and stepmother, who were seated across the room.His stepmother's brows furrowed when she saw him, her lips pursing in disapproval. Ansel didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, he walked toward the plaintiff’s seat with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The kind of smirk that said he had been waiting for this moment. His father, seated a few rows behind the defense table, leaned over to whisper something to his wife. He noticed how his stepmother hissed under her breath, clearly displeased.‘They think I spent my last
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Kool Kat Klub
In front of the bar, two bulky bodyguards stood with arms crossed, their eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble. The KKK(Kool kat Klub) Bar had a reputation, and they were there to make sure the wrong kind of people didn’t get in without paying for access.Ansel walked up to the door, handed one of the guards a few bills, and received a curt nod in return. They stepped aside, letting him through without a word. He pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.The place was exactly as it was rumoured to be. The lights were dim, casting a reddish glow over the room.Music pumped through the speakers, loud enough to make his chest vibrate. Girls in skimpy outfits danced on platforms, their movements drawing the attention of the men partying below with drinks in hand and their laughter filling the air.Ansel wasn’t here for the party. He was here for Kael.He scanned the room, his eyes moving quickly from face to face. Kael had a habit of showing up in his bar.Ansel came pre
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Kael’s illegal operations
The group of men rounded the corner, dragging a bulky, heavy-looking bag between them.Ansel’s instincts kicked in the moment he caught sight of them. The stench of powder still lingered in the air from earlier, and it wasn’t hard to piece it all together. This wasn’t cleaning equipment…it was something far more sinister.The men faltered when they saw him and the guy he’d pinned just moments ago, still on his knees and visibly rattled. Their steps slowed, unsure of what they’d just walked into.Ansel loosened his grip on the man he was holding and pushed him aside, stepping forward toward the group. His eyes flicked to the bag they were carrying.“What’s in the bag?” His voice was steady, calm, but his gaze locked onto their faces, looking for any hint of a lie.The man on the floor stammered again, “It’s… it’s just cleaning stuff, I swear.”Ansel sneered, his patience wearing thin. He wasn’t in the mood for more nonsense. He moved closer, his presence alone enough to make them twitc
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Visiting the warehouse
★★★On their way back, they passed by the MPK building, its towering structure silhouetted against the darkening sky.The government rewards were secured in his bag. Most notably, the key to the advanced medical equipment he had been given. Ansel leaned back in the car seat, his eyes distant as he recalled his stepmother’s chilling words about his sister.He clenched his fists. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. There were more pressing matters at hand.“Anthony,” Ansel said, his voice breaking the silence, “Take me to Grove Street. I need to check on something at the warehouse.”Anthony glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Are you sure? It’s pretty late.”Ansel nodded, his gaze still fixed out the window. “I won’t be long. Just need to make sure everything’s in place.”It was already late at night, and the streets were quiet. The city’s usual noise had died down, and the dim street lights cast long shadows on the empty roads. They made their way through the dark streets
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He has changed.
Ansel’s father’s mocking words echoed in his mind, pulling him into old wounds, but the sharp sound of heels hitting the cold marble floor snapped him out of it. He didn’t need to look up to know who was approaching—his stepmother’s presence was always announced by the clinking of her flashy jewelry.She strode into the room with her head held high, diamonds glinting at her neck, wrists, and ears. Ansel didn’t move. His face hardened as she came closer.“Well, well,” she said with a voice laced with false sweetness. “Look who’s back. Here to ask for money again, Ansel?”Ansel slowly looked her over, a cold sneer twisting his lips. His eyes locked on the woman who had torn his family apart so many years ago, the woman who had driven a wedge between his parents, ultimately destroying the family. He felt that familiar surge of anger rising, but he kept his voice level.“Keep. My. Name. Out. Of. Your. Mouth,” he said sharply, his words cutting through the air.His stepmother didn’t flinch
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Two impossible options
Ansel checked the time on his watch. Two hours until the office closed, and the medical department was peaceful. No patients needed attention.At the end of the street, Anthony waited in the car. Ansel's expression was tight, and Anthony noticed that the young master didn't seem to be in a good mood today.He climbed into the car, shutting the door a bit harder than necessary."Is everything alright, Young master Ansel?" Anthony asked, glancing at Ansel in the rearview mirror.Ansel shook his head. The message from his assistant was still flashing before his eyes. His father, who had abandoned him and his mother years ago, was planning to sell her company. The same company he had taken from her before she passed away.Ansel could hardly believe that his father would dare to do that.But what was he expecting from a man who resulted in dirty tricks to get what he wanted?Anger boiled in Ansel's chest. He suddenly remembered his mother's tears, her desperation as his father's underhande
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When things get heated
“Divorce?” Thora’s voice dripped with disbelief. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?”Claire’s nostrils flared as anger surged through her, and in a swift motion, she grabbed the glass cup sitting on the table and slammed it down. The glass shattered against the floor with a loud crash, shards scattering everywhere. It wasn’t until she heard the satisfying sound of the glass breaking that her anger felt even remotely manageable. She turned back toward Ansel, a sneer on her face, and then shifted her glare toward Thora.“I’m not blind. I can see clearly that he’s nothing but a stain on our family!” Claire spat out."Our family?" Thora corrected calmly.The sight of the broken shards of glass scattered on the floor infuriated her but she managed to maintain her cool."You can leave my office now, Claire. I have important matters to attend to."Claire felt like she had just heard the most insulting words of her life.She stammered as she tried to come up with a reply."Are
