Inside the executive office, Elijah couldn’t help but be impressed by the extravagance surrounding him. The rich, plush carpet beneath his feet muffled his footsteps as he crossed the room. The walls were adorned with fine art, and a crystal pendant chandelier hung from the ceiling. Everything in the room screamed elegance, down to the finely crafted beige couch in the corner. This was clearly the work of a specialized interior designer, and it was impossible not to appreciate the artistry.“This is beautiful,” Elijah murmured as he scanned the room, his gaze taking in every detail—the gleaming wooden desk, the carefully placed vases, and the accent wall that tied the whole room together. It was the kind of place that made you feel powerful just by sitting in it. He turned to Alfred, who stood with a slight, satisfied smile on his face. It was obvious that Alfred was pleased the young master approved.“I'm glad you like it, young master,” Alfred replied, a hint of pride in his voice
Morning came faster than expected, and Elijah found himself riding his worn-out scooter through the busy streets of New York, heading towards Windsor Company’s branch office. Despite the hustle of the city, Elijah couldn't help but notice the towering structure of Windsor’s building in the distance. Even though it was just a branch, the architecture was breathtaking—something straight out of a prestigious architectural magazine. The glass windows shone brightly under the rising sun, making the building look sharp and modern. Its clean, smooth lines gave it a powerful appearance, like it was built for only the most important people. Elijah, standing outside in his scuffed shoes and old, worn jacket, looked completely out of place. This was the kind of place where the rich and powerful belonged, and it looked like he didn’t fit in at all.After parking his scooter in a spot he barely managed to find, Elijah stepped off and let out a deep sigh. Glancing at the time on his watch, he no
The Patriarch’s voice boomed through the room, his final words settling in, and there was no room for negotiations. Even after Elijah promised to pay back every cent, no matter how long it took. Elijah had no choice but to divorce his granddaughter, Eleanor, or face the consequences. The Patriarch even promised to handle all of Esther’s medical expenses if Elijah agreed, hiring the best doctors and transferring her to the best clinic. It was supposed to be an easy decision after all, or so the Patriarch thought.But as for Elijah, it was far from easy. He stood there, torn apart, unsure of what to do. If the situation were different—if it were just a matter of choosing between two women—it wouldn’t have been a problem. But Eleanor wasn’t just any woman. Despite the way the Stones treated Elijah like garbage, Eleanor had always been different. She had never looked down on him because of his status or lack of wealth and qualifications. From the day they were forced into marriage, Ele
Elijah couldn’t believe what was unfolding before him. Young master? What do they mean by young master? The way hundreds of bodyguards bowed in unison, showing utmost respect, was beyond anything he had ever seen. He had always been invisible, blending into the shadows, unnoticed and unimportant. Yet, here he was, the center of attention in a way he never imagined.People passing by stopped in their tracks, eyes wide in disbelief, watching the surreal display. Even cars slowed, some drivers rolling down their windows to catch a glimpse of what looked like a scene out of a movie. What was even more baffling was that all this grandeur was directed at someone like him—a man who wore secondhand clothes and barely made ends meet.Elijah clenched his fists, unsettled by the absurdity of it all. “You must be mistaken,” he said, his voice sharp as he turned to Alfred, the leader of the group. “I think you've got the wrong guy.”Alfred remained calm, his expression unwavering. “Young master,
Today marked the 80th birthday of the Stone family patriarch. The hall dripped with wealth—chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds, marble floors polished to a mirror shine, and the finest champagne flowing freely. Only the elite and closest members of the Stone family were allowed into this exclusive, grand hall, each one of them wearing their status as a shield. You could practically smell the clashes of power in the air.The Stones were one of the wealthiest families in New York, their influence stretching across borders and industries. Every major player in the business world wanted a connection to them, an alliance, and even today, they had come bearing gifts fit for kings. It was a competition—who could show the most power, the most influence, the most wealth?The youngest grandson, Julian Stone, approached first, his confident stride echoing through the lavish room, as he proudly cradled a statue of a golden Buddha, gleaming with an estimated worth in the millions. Gasps rip