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
Jerry shifted uneasily on his feet, stealing a glance at Adam, who remained calm as ever. Clearing his throat, Jerry lowered his voice. “Sir... Do you want me to punish them? I’ll handle it however you see fit.” His hands were clasped in front of him respectfully, his tone full of caution. After witnessing what Adam did to his brother, Drake, Jerry knew better than to push his luck with this man.Adam didn’t answer right away, letting the weight of silence hang in the air just long enough to make Jerry sweat. Finally, Adam flicked a glance toward the guards, who stood frozen, faces pale with regret. “Get them out of here,” Adam said quietly, but with enough force to make the command feel like a hammer dropping. “And make sure they leave without a cent. No salary, no severance. Nothing.”The guards’ faces drained of color as the reality of Adam’s words hit them like a punch to the gut. They wanted to argue, to plead their case, but one look at Jerry told them it would be pointless.Van