"That is impossible""Oh my God, I don't believe this.""It looks as good as new"The crowd that gathered were surprised, they began talking about Ansel.Still trying to believe what they were seeing.A little girl that had come to the shop was amazed, so she walked forward and asked politely."Can I touch it?" With wide, sky-blue eyes and a face as sweet as cotton candy, she was the picture of innocence and cuteness. Her lips curved into the sweetest smile as she asked innocently.Ansel wanted to decline her request but when he remembered that she was just a kid, he smiled and handed it to her.The little girl smiled, she had never seen a thing like that.How could a man repair a broken plate?The little girl was so grateful that she gave Ansel a sweet bow, her head almost touching the ground. “Thank you Uncle!” she said in her super adorable voice. She then handed the plate back, grinning up at him like a puppy.With a huge smile on his face, Ansel patted her on the shoulder. She lo
"Please wait Master" The shop owner called after a moment of silence.He ran to meet Ansel but then the door swung open.A stunning woman strolled into the shop. Her beauty was like something straight out of a fashion magazine, every movement she made exuded a kind of grace and elegance that could have rivaled a movie star. This woman was straight up stunning. Her skin was smooth and perfect, like she was carved by an artist. Ansel followed the shop owner's gaze and it fell on a beautiful redhead woman.Her freckles were perfect, everything about her was perfect.Ansel felt himself swallow a lump down his throat.Meanwhile the shop owner whose real name was Mark, ran to meet the woman.Kowtowing with so much respect that made Ansel wonder who the woman was.Ansel’s gaze followed the mesmerizing woman as she made her way towards him, accompanied by the shop owner. At first Ansel thought he must have been dreaming but no he wasn't, she was indeed walking towards him.Ansel decided t
Ansel left the shop and was now in L's company.He had to attend some business corporations as some companies reached out to L group.Ansel needed to go there to find a suitable company that could partner with their company and bring profits.He strode into the meeting room, wearing the same casual piece of clothing that he wore earlier which consisted of a casual jean and plain top.The meeting room was large, with a long oval table as its centerpiece. Surrounding the table were several chairs, neatly arranged and comfortable-looking.Ansel walked toward a free chair and took a seat, keeping the single piece of paper and a pen on the table.Some of the representatives who were sitting at the table were surprised to see Ansel.They wondered if he had missed his way or gotten lost.This was an important meeting and not a place for beggars.Whispers began to fill the room and Ansel placed an earpiece in his ear.The meeting hadn't started and he decided to wait until everything was sett
"He must be a cleaner, Mac, look at his outfit! I'm sure he must be crazy or something." A man chipped in and the room erupted in laughter.Ansel tried his best to remain calm.Was this how representatives from companies behave? He wanted to hit them in the face but it would be a rash decision.Ansel’s patience had finally worn thin and he spoke up with a seething voice, his temper flaring like a raging fire. “Why do you think I can’t sign a contract with the L Company?” he challenged, his words sharp. “None of you can either, so don’t give me that crap.” Ansel was overly confident and Mac wondered why out of everyone in the room, the good-for-nothing beggar was the most confident.A man who was in his forties face contorted with anger, he stood to his feet and addressed Ansel with a venomous tone. “And you think you’re fit to sign a contract?” he seethed, his eyes blazing with contempt. “What gives you the right to sit at a table with us? Who the hell do you think you are?” He clear
Since Ansel had some more time left, he decided that he was going to leave the meeting room to take some fresh air outside.Standing up, he proceeded to leave the meeting room but Mac couldn't help himself from humiliating Ansel.Thinking that Ansel was about to leave, he yelled out.“Oh, don’t run away, Ansel,” Mac spat, his voice laced with mockery. “Weren’t you just saying you were capable? Thought you had some balls, but I guess I was wrong.” Ansel was acting like a boss minutes before so why was he suddenly leaving?Mac could only think of one thing. Ansel was a weak man with a weak mind.He only tried pretending like he was tough and capable whereas he wasn't.Mac wasn't surprised though. Ansel was not in his league but he decided that he would teach a lesson.Ansel chuckled, when will Mac ever learn a lesson?He activated his breathing technique, it was the only thing that could calm him down a little.But Mac thought of Ansel to be weak and he continued speaking.“Yeah, yeah,
Samantha started the conversation but before then, she sat down on the high chair.It was meant for the CEO but since she was here to represent him, she had the full rights to do so.Samantha’s gaze swept across the room like a hawk surveying its prey. Her sharp eyes took in every detail—the positions of the representatives, their expressions and their body language.She had seen their pictures prior and so she was able to immediately recognize them."As you all know, we only partner with top companies. So I hope you all are here for strictly business and nothing else." Samantha asked with a stern voice. Most importantly, she was directing her statement to Mac.Mac adjusted his clothes, ready to defend himself if need be. He had already practiced his speech earlier and he felt that it was nothing.Samantha’s voice was measured, her words carrying the weight of authority as she addressed the room. “The MM Group representative, please stand up and explain why your company is the best fi
Three days passed within a blink of an eye.Mac was in the room together with the rest of the representatives.They all sat at a new table, it had been replaced with a new one since Ansel destroyed the former one.Mac, being all nosey and gossipy, couldn't resist blabbing to the other representatives in the meeting about how Ansel pulled out of the meeting. He was totally making fun of Ansel, cracking jokes and they all laughed at his jokes.Some few days ago, he had tried tracking Ansel to figure out what he had been doing.Mac didn't get much information, it seemed that Ansel was living a private life.He wasn't surprised, after all Ansel was a nobody.What could he bring to the table? Absolutely nothing!It was a pity that Ansel wasn't here to see his smile of victory.This time around, Mac didn't come alone, he came together with two of his subordinates and they all laughed in the room.Mac’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as one of his subordinates chimed in. “Damn straight,” he
“You think I’d waste my time playing pranks on you? Please. I’ve got better things to do with my day. And besides, there’s the small matter of our little bet,” Ansel chuckled darkly. “You know, the one where the loser has to leave the city? You were so confident you’d come out on top. Remember that, Mac?” Ansel then flashed Mac a devilish smirk before sitting down proudly on the seat meant for the CEO.They all went silent, unable to believe that a casually dressed man like Ansel was indeed the CEO.Samantha shot Mac a look of disdain then moved to stand beside Ansel.Now that Ansel appeared as the CEO, she could only watch as Ansel took charge of the situation."Forgive me, Mr Ansel." Mac had no choice but to kowtow and bow before Ansel.With Ansel being the CEO, he knew that there was no hope of working with L company.At that moment, he wished that the ground could open up and swallow him, the disgrace was too much and he had never felt that embarrassed in his life.His only hope w
"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
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
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
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
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
★★★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
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
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
“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