"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." Drake boiled in anger, how can she reject him after everything he had done for her, was she just using him? He's the heir of the Penthouse Family, many girls are dying to be with him. "Fine, then good luck getting inside yourself." Drake brushed past her walking inside. Racheal knew he was her only chance of getting into that building, and if she would ever get a chance to be among the three lucky contractors, she'll need Drake's influence. She sped towards him, like a flie chasing a poop. "Don't be so mad Drake. I will get married to you, I just need time. Please." She said with a soft voice, staring deep into Drake's eyes, seductively. Drake looked at her lustfully, he just couldn't resist to say no, Racheal was extremely beautiful. "Fine! Follow me." Racheal held Drake's hand tightly. They walked in through the crowd and the other contractors burst in anger. "Where do you two think you're going? They won't let you in, don't think you're special." One of the contractors spat aggressively, he was Blake from the Frost Family, one of the elite Families of Almond City. "Oh well, I'm not like you. I will get inside, watch me." Drake said proudly. “Ha, you think you're special? I can't wait to see you get humiliated by the guards.” Black smirked. Drake walked up to the security. “Who are you two? You can't get in, Mr. White isn't expecting any guests.” The bulky guard said with a deepened frown. "I am Drake Penthouse, and this is my girlfriend Racheal, from the Odia Family. have an appointment with Mr. White, can I come in?" Drake responded. Racheal was feeling anxious, she didn't know if Drake would be able to get in with the way the guard was responding, but she had to trust Drake. He couldn't be lying to her about bagging the contract, what will he get out of it? "Wait, I'll have to confirm if you're in fact telling the truth." The security dialed his boss's number, after some seconds of call he opened the gate and allowed them to walk in. After which he immediately closed back the gate. The others outside were shocked, everyone knew the Penthouses had a high status in the business world. But this was an entirely different feat on its own. Blake's face was flustered, “how can they allow that loser in and not me!” "Told ya!" Drake mocked, he looked at Racheal with a smirk on his face. "Do you still doubt me now?" "No, I can't believe you have so much influence, Drake, you're amazing." Racheal praised. As they were about to walk towards the entrance, they saw Adam walking out of it. They both froze from their steps, Racheal's jaw dropped, "Adam?" "What are you doing here punk?" A sinister smile appeared on Adam's face, he had anticipated that they'll come. "What do you mean? This is my company." Adam replied, dipping his hands in his pocket. "Shut the fuck up! Do you come here to steal?" Drake accused. "Adam, you're still alive?" Racheal was still in a puzzled state. "What, you want me dead? Do you hate me that much?" Adam's face darkened. Racheal couldn't even recognize him properly, he had changed a lot, and how was he still walking? Philip told them he broke Adam's leg, and he was sure he wasn't going to walk again, and how was he out of Hell-gate? Nothing was making sense, or was she dreaming? "You're supposed to be in prison." Racheal's brow furrowed. "Well, I'm out. Aren't you happy to see me?" Adam teased, a wide smile spread across his face."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
The Penthouse family is known for its discipline when a younger person insults the elder. Williams might be just a butler, but he had served their family for 40 years, he's part of their family and they guards respected him equally. Drake was taken to the Penthouse Mansion, the guards tied his hands behind so he wouldn't be able to escape. They entered the mansion and the entire family was waiting for them. Mr. Penthouse, the patriarch of the family, his face darkened with uncontaminated rage. Right after they entered the Mansion, the guards untied Drake, he saw the look in his father's eyes and trembled backwards. "Father —" he stammered. Mr. Penthouse didn't say anything, he stood up from the chair and walked up to Drake, with all his might fueled up with his anger he smacked Drake's face hard. The latter crashed on the floor. "Bring him up!" Mr. Penthouse thundered, the guards raised Drake up again. Mr. Penthouse struck his face again. "Please take it easy on him." Elena Dra
The air was thick with anticipation as they all read the email together. "I'm willing to forgive you for the humiliation your son caused me. But for that I'll want you and your entire family to apologize to me publicly, through a broadcast and maybe I can give you back the contract. Or else consider yourself my enemy! And you know what that means. I'll come to your house in the next two hours, arrange the broadcast."The message struck their hearts with terror, but also was a glimpse of hope, at least Mr. Manchester was willing to forgive them, they still have a chance.“This is a huge request, we can't afford such humiliation upon our Family.” Elena said in disagreement."What do we do father?" Jerry asked. Everyone looked at Mr. Penthouse he has the final say."There's nothing else to do. Everyone get ready, we only have two hours to arrange ourselves. Mr. Manchester will be here soon. And Jerry, call as many broadcasters as you can." Mr. Penthouse ordered, his hands shaking.Drake
“I’ll take it then,” Reeves said, his expression lighting up with satisfaction. In fact, he looked almost gleeful as he turned to the staff and asked, “How do you feel after I’ve bought your dog for five million?”“Mr. Reeves, are you serious?” the staff member stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.Reeves nodded confidently and wrote a check for five million dollars right away. When the staff took the check from his hand, she still seemed stunned, unable to process what was happening.Clement was so elated that he turned to Stacey and said, “Ms. Gold, can you do me a favor? Tell your hotel staff to have the dog killed and retrieve the pill from its stomach.”Stacey hesitated for a moment but then nodded. She quickly called two hotel employees over to take the pug away.It was only then that everyone in the room seemed to grasp what was going on. The initial fight between Clinton and Reeves over the dog hadn’t been about the animal at all. Instead, it was about the pill the pug had
Clinton looked utterly heartbroken, his shoulders sagging as disappointment swept over his face. Stacey, standing nearby, mirrored his dismay, her lips pressed into a thin line.“Ms. Gold, Mr. Clinton, Mr. Reeves—what are you doing?” Gerald asked, his confusion evident.Clinton sighed deeply, his expression darkening. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his eyes lit up with urgency. He turned toward the pug sitting innocently nearby and pointed at it. “Whose dog is this?”A staff member hesitantly stepped forward, her face pale with nervousness. “It’s mine, sir. I… I’m terribly sorry for bringing him here. It was unprofessional of me.”Stacey shot her a sharp look but quickly softened her tone. “Let this be the only time. Don’t let it happen again.”“Yes, Ms. Gold. Thank you!” The staff member bowed repeatedly in relief, but just as she began to leave with the pug, Clinton raised his voice.“Wait! Hold on!” he called out urgently.The staff froze mid-step, her heart racing. “Y
“Enough with the nonsense. You just got lucky with your guess. Don’t think you’re all that,” Henry said, rolling his eyes. Despite his dismissive tone, his fidgeting fingers betrayed his growing panic. David, sensing the tension, stepped forward with a scoff. “Even if Mr. Diamond’s painting is fake, it doesn’t change anything. He was deceived! He spent over ten million dollars on it—that’s worth far more than whatever trash you’re calling a gift.” Adam chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Trash, you say? You’re calling the pill trash?” David snatched the small bottle from Adam’s hand, shaking it aggressively before pouring out a single black pill into his palm. “Look at this!” David held it up for everyone to see. “Who in their right mind would dare eat something like this? It’s nothing but a scam!” “Dad, look at this nonsense,” he added, handing the pill to Gerald. “Why should I waste my time looking at trash?” Gerald replied coldly, his face twisting in disgust as he
Stacey quickly understood Adam's intention and turned to an elderly man seated not far away. “Mr. Spark, you’re an expert in paintings. Could you help us authenticate this piece?”The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Charles Spark. Known as a renowned art expert, his opinion carried significant weight.One guest chimed in, “Mr. Charles Spark is a leading authority in the art world. If anyone can authenticate this painting, it’s him.”Another nodded in agreement. “But do we even need to go that far? Mr. Diamond wouldn’t dare gift a fake painting. He has a reputation to uphold!”“Exactly,” someone else added. “Ten million dollars is nothing to someone like him. Why would he risk his name over a counterfeit?”The murmurs of agreement spread through the room. Brian, however, felt a bead of sweat forming on his temple. His confidence wavered as he realized the scrutiny was about to intensify.Feigning nonchalance, Brian scoffed, “Authenticate it? That’s rich. But the painting has alr
Brian sneered with an air of superiority. “Well, brat, did you notice anything? Or are you just bluffing again?” Adam didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a playful smile danced across his lips as he picked up a glass of water from the table. He swirled the water in his mouth, as if savoring it, but he didn’t swallow. In a sudden, unexpected move, Adam sprayed the water directly onto the painting. “What are you doing?!” “How dare you?!” The room erupted in chaos. Wendy’s face turned beet red as she jumped to her feet, her finger shaking as she pointed at Adam. Brian was equally furious, his fists clenched tightly. Even Brenda, Gerald, and several other guests stared at Adam in disbelief. “You lunatic!” Wendy’s voice trembled with rage. “That painting is worth millions! How dare you destroy it? You must pay for this, or I swear you won’t leave here alive!” Tessa’s expression shifted from shock to anger as she shouted, “Adam, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?” She gr
“Adam, I’m begging you. Please, just stop spreading these rumors.” Tessa’s voice trembled with a mix of frustration and disbelief, her gaze fixed on Adam with evident disappointment.She had always thought Adam had a tendency to boast, but this was different. This wasn’t mere exaggeration; it was crossing a line. Her chest tightened as the reality sank in—she was beginning to lose faith in him.Adam, however, remained calm. His sharp gaze locked onto Brian as he asked, “If you’re so confident it’s not a fake, would you allow me to inspect it?”Wendy, unable to hide her irritation, scoffed. “Inspect it? Do you even hear yourself? That painting is worth millions! How dare someone like you even think of inspecting it?”“Exactly!” Brenda chimed in, her arms crossed in disdain. “You have no right to touch something that valuable. If you so much as leave a smudge on it, you’ll be paying for it for the rest of your life!”Brian smirked arrogantly, adjusting his pristine designer watch as he
Gerald’s expression darkened further, his patience wearing thin. If it weren’t for Adam’s association with Stacey, he might have lashed out already. He clenched his fists, suppressing his growing annoyance.Meanwhile, Brian, oblivious to Gerald’s restraint, sneered disdainfully. “How shameless can you be? Offering this junk as a gift? It’s downright embarrassing.”“He’s absolutely right,” Wendy chimed in, her tone dripping with contempt. She rolled her eyes dramatically and added, “Just look at Mr. Diamond. His gift is worth millions, while yours is nothing but a worthless trinket.”Adam let out a quiet chuckle, his smirk widening. “I’ve been holding back, trying to ignore the two of you. But you’ve pushed me too far. Since you seem so eager, I have no choice but to expose the truth.”The sudden shift in his tone caught the room’s attention. Brian and Wendy exchanged uneasy glances but quickly masked their unease with indignation.“Expose us? You?” Wendy scoffed, crossing her arms. “W
“What? How dare you curse me?” Gerald’s voice thundered through the hall, his expression darkening with fury.“I’ve told you before—he’s nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Do you believe me now, Grandpa?” Brenda sneered, seizing the opportunity to pile on the insults.“How dare you curse Grandpa? Apologize to him immediately!” Richard roared, his face contorted with anger.“What are you waiting for?” Eleanor shouted at Adam, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you want to drag us all down with your reckless behavior? Apologize now!”Their frustration was palpable. Despite their disdain for Adam, he was still tied to their family through marriage. If Gerald's anger boiled over, it would spell disaster for everyone associated with him.“Adam, you’ve crossed the line this time! Apologize to Grandpa right away,” Tessa demanded, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.The crowd, sensing the mounting tension, erupted into a chorus of condemnation.“What kind of son-in-law dares to curs
After all, Bulgart Industry was the leading company in the world. Compared to them, the Diamond family was insignificant. Moreover, the Supreme General’s terrifying underworld organizations was not something the Diamond family would dare to provoke.By now, most of the guests had arrived, and the banquet was about to begin. But before the festivities could commence, an important tradition took center stage—the gift-giving ceremony.Henry was the first to stand, holding an exquisite vase in his hands. He stepped forward confidently and addressed Gerald. “Grandpa, this antique vase cost me eight million dollars. I hope it brings you joy and prosperity on your birthday.”The crowd murmured in approval, nodding at the sight of the lavish gift. Gerald smiled warmly, clearly pleased with Henry’s gesture.“What a thoughtful gift,” someone whispered.Next, Brian rose with a proud smile, presenting a rolled-up painting carefully encased in protective wrapping. He handed it to Gerald with a sli