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
Monica’s temper ignited. “That bastard! How could he demand something so outrageous?” she hissed, her voice dripping with fury. The entire Penthouse family exchanged uneasy glances. They knew exactly what Adam was asking for: The Golden Lounge—the crown jewel of Almond City, valued at over $500 million. Handing it over to someone like Adam wasn’t just humiliating; it was financial suicide. Mr. Penthouse swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak carefully, masking his growing panic. “Mr. Adam, please... this is too much. Surely there’s something else you’d accept?” For a brief moment, silence blanketed the room—until Jerry, who had been holding his tongue throughout the ordeal, could no longer contain himself. “We can’t give you the Golden Lounge!” he snapped, frustration boiling over. “That suite is worth hundreds of millions! It’s not just our pride—it’s the backbone of our entire income!” He glared at Adam, fists clenched. At first, Jerry had enjoyed watching Adam torment Drak
The guard’s nostrils flared, his knuckles whitening as his hand clenched into a fist. For a second, it looked like he might swing, but he hesitated—years of training keeping him in check. This was the Golden Lounge. One wrong move, and they'd be out faster than a dropped badge. "Get lost before I put you in the hospital," the other guard threatened, voice low and dangerous. Adam leaned closer, unfazed. "You still don’t know who you’re dealing with. But trust me—you will, and you’ll regret every word." The shouting escalated, tension thick in the air. Their commotion echoed through the lobby, catching the secretary’s attention. In a flurry, she hurried toward them, heels clicking on the polished floor. The sharp clack of heels grew louder as a slender woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense expression approached. Her name tag read Vanessa. She crossed her arms as she reached the guards, her cold gaze flickering to Adam. "What’s going on here?" she demanded, her tone sharp
“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