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
The Penthouse family had all prepared themselves, they all waited outside with seven broadcasters ready to go live, the News were already out as Mr. Manchester had instructed them to make it public.The family were embarrassed, this was the biggest form of embarrassment in their lives, but they didn't think of it much, since they were apologizing to Mr. Manchester and not some commoner, it was rather seen as an honor.A taxi stopped right at their mansion, immediately the broadcast started with thousands of viewers already. The Penthouses were a little confused, they expected an entourage escorting Mr. Manchester to their mansion.Suddenly the driver's seat of the taxi opened as Adam stepped out.Everyone's faces were flushed with anger and confusion."You?" "Good you all keep to the time." Adam smiled faintly."What are you doing here!?" Drake asked bitterly."What else, I came for the apology."The viewers had skyrocketed to a million, after hearing the Heir of the Penthouse insult
“Has Mr. Penthouse lost his mind?” “How can he bow to someone as worthless as Adam?” “What’s this about a red sheet?” The room was thick with confusion and disbelief as Racheal stared at the television, the rest of the Penthouse family mirrored her shock. Was Adam employing dark magic? Or had he uncovered some damning secret? --- The Penthouse family bowed in unison, except for Drake, whose defiant gaze was locked onto Adam. He would never stoop to the level of a man like Adam. "Are you deaf?" Adam sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Join your family and show some respect!" “In your wildest dreams, loser! I’ll never bow to you. You’re playing mind games with my family, but I won’t be fooled!” Drake shot back, his jaw clenched in defiance. Mr. Penthouse's face drained of color, his eyes darting between Drake and Adam, pleading for his son to comply. One wrong move could spell disaster for them all. “Mr. Penthouse, I was going to show some mercy to your family, but your
As Mr. Penthouse continued the brutal punishment, sweat glistened on his brow, and he fought to keep his breath steady. Drake’s face was now a canvas of bruises and blood. But Mr. Penthouse couldn’t stop; it was the only way to save his family's lineage. “Fifty more!” Adam called out, relishing the sight of Drake’s humiliation. “You’re halfway there, Mr. Penthouse! Let him feel every ounce of shame he’s brought upon your family!” Drake’s spirit wavered with each blow, his defiance crumbling under the weight of his father’s fury. The once proud man now found himself gasping for breath, tears of pain and humiliation stinging his eyes. “Still think you’re untouchable, Drake?” Adam taunted, watching the scene with sadistic glee. “You brought this on yourself. You chose to defy me.” As the punches continued, the atmosphere thickened with tension. Each hit pushed Drake closer to his breaking point, his dignity shattered beyond repair. With the final ten punches approaching, Mr. Penthous