Mr. Lee introduced Adam to the board Members in a board meeting. He sat at the chairman's seat and addressed, "As you'll have heard, the rumors are true, Mr. Manchester indeed bought the industry yesterday, making him acquire all my shares. 99% of the company's shares now belong to Mr. Manchester."
They all clapped, and immediately the door opened as Adam walked in. His presence commands respect and authority. After they were told it was Mr. Manchester, the Supreme General who bought the company, they were all eager to see him, not to mention working with him, it was the greatest privilege. Mr. Lee stood up from his seat, allowing Adam to sit, as the new Chairman of Bulgart Industry. "Thank you all for your trust in me. I'm glad to join you all, and as your new Chairman I ensure to move this industry to a greater height." Adam spoke and everyone clapped. "Furthermore I have a new project already for us to start right away." Adam announced and everyone was shocked. "Wow, so sudden Mr. Manchester, what kind of project?" A female board member asked. "We're building another main branch in Almond City." Everyone gazed at each other, before staring back at Adam. "Isn't that too sudden? And Ray City is the closest to Almond City, we really don't need a main branch there, how about we take it to a more farer district. Or another country, like the African Countries." Another suggested. "Your plan is brilliant. But trust me I know exactly what I'm doing, it is for a very important reason." A smirk curved on his lips. Just when the public thought they had heard enough of Mr. Manchester on the Media. Heavy news hit the country after it was announced that a new major branch will be in Almond City. Many investors and business men who couldn't strike a deal with the company in Ray City were all traveling to Almond City to be able to bag a contract quickly. Everything was going as planned, Adam pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call. "Hello Stacey, arrange the jet. We're going to Almond City." ….. Racheal was in her office seated with her mother Monica. After divorcing Adam, Drake used his influence to secure deals with several corporations, making Odias ' net worth increase by 12%. Because of this Mr. Luther made her the head of the family's business. Monica crossed her legs, sipping on the wine on the table. "That was hilarious Racheal." They both laughed over their discussion. "I can't believe how our lives have changed after you divorced that bastard."Monica scoffed. "Indeed mum, I believed he must have died by now. Dad said he was transferred to Hell-gate after they got his legs broken." "That's what he deserved. I can't believe he was asking for his kidney back, that asshole!" "Let's forget about Adam ma, he's no more important in our lives." "By the way, have you and Drake spoken lately?" Monica asked, trying to keep their conversation lively. "Well, not exactly, we haven't actually spoken for a week now. I guess we've been super busy with work." Racheal replied, followed with a sigh. "And what about what I told you. You need to move on Rachel, it's been six months since your divorce. You need to find a new partner and Drake is the perfect person." "Mum, can you please not bring that up now? I'm really not ready for marriage, I'm now the chairwoman of the Odia Cooperation, my first priority is to elevate our business higher. I have responsibilities." "That doesn't mean you should neglect your own needs, Racheal. And marrying Drake would also help promote the family's business—" "Please mum. Can we change this topic?" Racheal interrupted her from speaking further.Although Drake had been making much effort to marry Racheal. But she kept turning him down, she only used him to kick Adam out of her life, he was only a stepping stone for her plans. After using him to achieve what she wanted she pushed him aside. "If you say so darling. So have you heard about the Bulgart Industry?" Monica asked, taking a sip from her drink. "Who hasn't? It's all over the news. Sadly it's beyond our reach." "What do you mean? Aren't you going to apply for a deal?" Racheal rubbed her temple softly, "Mother, Bulgart is the biggest industry in the world, what makes you think they'll look at our little company." "Well, anything is possible." Monica waved her hands. Just then Racheal's phone rang. It was Mr. Luther. "Hello Dad." "Have you heard the news dear?" Mr. Luther's voice was in haste. "What news?" "Bulgart Industry just launched in Almond City today, and Mr. White had already bagged a partnership with them as the company's Contract Manager." "What? Yo
"What condition?" "You have to agree to marry me. It's been six months already Racheal, you keep procrastinating our marriage. Don't you love me anymore?" Drake proposed. Racheal shook her head, if only Drake knew she was just manipulating him to get what she wanted, he's nothing but a stepping stone and nothing more. She never had feeling for Drake, he's always seen with multiple women, changing women like clothes, he's definitely not the kind of man she wanted for herself. If Drake wasn't from a wealthy family, no one would look at him twice. "Drake, of course I love you. But I'm not just ready for marriage now." Racheal decided to play her manipulative scheme. Drake wrapped his hands around her waist. "Come on babe, I've already helped you kick that asshole Adam out of your life. No more excuses." Drake smirked. Drake's gesture was bringing some attention to them, Racheal felt embarrassed and she moved a step away from him. "You're right, Drake. But I'm still not ready, sorry."
"Enough with the joke trash. What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in?" Drake asked bitterly. "I just told you, this is my company." Adam gestured. "You?" Drake pointed at his clothes, it was a rag compared to what Drake was wearing. Even if Adam looked good facially, his clothes were still shabby. How dare he brag about being the owner of Bulgart Industry? Drake went hot red, "How dare you make such claims, I will report you to the authorities for false claims. We all know this industry belongs to Mr. Manchester, you'll be sorry when he finds out you're impersonating him, he's a war General you trash!" "Go ahead then, I can't keep explaining this to you. And by the way, what are you two doing here?" Adam asked. Drake laughed, "is that supposed to be a joke? Of course we came to see Mr. White, my family was selected as one of the contractors. And I'm going to help my future wife, Racheal, bag a contract too." He then wrapped his hands around her waist again. Racheal
The crowd outside the gate was restless, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding inside, eager for more drama. "Isn’t that the Odias’ disgrace of a son-in-law?" "Yeah, I heard he went to prison for trying to assault his sister-in-law." "What’s that ex-convict doing here?" "Probably came to cause trouble. Those kinds never change." "Look at him standing there—he thinks he can do anything?" Adam could hear every word, each insult cutting into him like a razor. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. The crowd’s sneers were nothing new, but the shame burned all the same. "Why are you here, Adam?" Racheal hissed, her eyes sharp and unforgiving. "What do you want from us?" Adam’s expression darkened. "I've already told you. this is my company." "You’ve got some nerve showing your face here after everything," Drake sneered, stepping forward. "If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave before things get ugly." Adam’s gaze flicked to Drake, unbothered by
Mr. White bowed with his head low on Adam's feet. Everyone was frozen, what the hell was going on? Was Mr. White high on whiskey? "What's wrong with you, Mr. White? He's an imposter!" Drake was disgusted by Mr. White's behavior. "Shut up you imbecile!" Mr. White shot a deadly glance at Drake. Racheal was dumbstruck, doesn't Mr. White knows that Adam was their trash son-in-law? How can he bow to him? What's going on? Mr. White remained on the ground with his head low, waiting for Adam's permission to get up. "Mr. White, is this how you treat your guests? By sending your friend's son to insult me in public? To the extent he even attacked me? You know the offense that comes with that don't you?" Adam's face darkened. Mr. White was trembling with fear, the offense for attacking the supreme General is death, he was praying for time to reverse back so he could stop Drake from coming to his company, he's ruined now. With just a fingertip, Mr. Manchester could destroy his entire lineage.
Mr. White was still on the ground, bowing to Adam, he dared not stand up without his permission. "It's just been a day since I made you the contract manager, and you've already given out a slot without my permission. You're not trustworthy Mr. White." "I'm sorry Mr. Manchester, please don't punish me, I will terminate the contract with them." "No need for that, I was going to give them a slot anyways, it's like you read my mind." Adam smirked. "You were?" Mr. White was shocked. "Yes, you can get up now." Adam instructed. Mr. White dusted himself. "So have you forgiven me?" "For now, you're still useful so I'm going to let you live." Mr. White was relieved. "I'm going to destroy the Penthouse, and for the remaining two slots, I'm going to tell you who to give it to." Adam said before leaving, he had other things to take care of before focusing on his revenge. He had to properly bury his mother and let her soul rest in peace. Adam brought out his phone and called Stacey. “Hel
The landlord was frozen in shock, he knew for sure the apartment wasn't worth close to ten million. At best it's $500k. In less than thirty minutes Adam signed some papers as the new owner of the apartment. He instantly called some construction engineers to build a grave inside of the house and renovate the house, securing it with an iron gate and fence. It was supposed to take more than a day, but Adam ordered triple times the number of workers to make everything done before the night falls. After they finished, Adam and his men, along with Stacey, stood around the grave, dressed in black. The night was cold and quiet, just the way Adam wanted—no witnesses, no questions. The candles flickered in the breeze, their small flames dancing against the night sky. Adam stood stiffly at the edge of the grave, his fists clenched at his sides. His black shirt clung to his skin, damp from sweat, though the air was cool. The others stood silently around him, their faces drawn, their eyes
Racheal's statement made everyone think she had gone crazy. “What are you saying Racheal? Have you been drinking too much whiskey? Did you go partying last night?” Monica asked with a serious face. "Adam is a nobody, how can Mr. White bow to him?" Mr. Luther raised a brow. "I'm telling you what I saw with my own two eyes, father." "That bastard, I'm sure he had blackmailed Mr. White, he's an ex-convict anything is possible." Monica scorned. "That's exactly what Drake said." "Oh, poor Drake, is he alright?" Monica said with a soft voice. "Not really, his family was already given the contract, and he went to sign the agreement papers. But after his encounter with Adam, he lost the deal, and Mr. White also hit him in the face." "Oh my God, this trash had come to us with his bad luck again, how did he even escape from prison? What do we do?"Monica said worriedly. "I'll call Philip right away, he will explain what the hell is going on and why Adam isn't rotting in jail!" Mr. Luther