With this response, Miguel was convinced something was up. Max was sensible enough to know that there was an extent to which he could lie about his look, so he decided to go with the most believable one. “Fine! I got into a fight.” Max lied. “With who? Why?” Miguel asked curiously. Max bit his lip as he tried to come up with a believable response, “Well, I met Tate Wilson. I just found out he was working with Mr. Newman. I was going to ignore him, but I couldn’t help listening to his trash.” He explained, stylishly readjusting his pants. With the details, Miguel had no reason to doubt Max and quickly believed him, saying, “Don’t worry, I will have the contract terminated.” Max let out a sigh of relief, seeing that he was finally free “There is no need for that. I have better plans for him.” He said. Soon enough, they arrived at the house, and fortunately, there was no one around to question him as they had already left for their respective businesses and homes. Max asked
The ladies exchanged glances and giggled, believing Max's words for the first time. This statement alone was enough to make Msx lose all his charm in Aria’s eyes. She moved closer and whispered in his ear, “This is the difference between you and Tate. He would never have a reason to steal or fear being fired.” Max smirked as he shoved her off and walked into the city hall, leaving them stunned. “That poor skunk. How dare he…” Aria scoffed in disbelief. Cynthia patted Aria's shoulder as she walked past her, reassuring her, “Don't worry. He has no one else except us. He will come back begging once Tate makes him lose his job. Then we will be able to pay him back for this embarrassment.” Aria agreed swiftly following her mom into the hall. Aria has already completed all the steps for the divorce and since they both agreed ‘on paper’ that they ended things on mutual consent, the divorce was quickly processed and sent to the city hall, thanks to Tate’s connections. Once it was Max
A satisfying grin spread over Max’s lips as the neon light of the bar cast a glow on the beautiful piece of five-carat diamond ring cradled in his hands, causing it to reflect the diverse colors. “Aria and I have been married for three years, and I haven’t given her any precious gifts. This would be a perfect gift for our anniversary.” He mumbled to himself when a firm hand suddenly jabbed his shoulder, startling him into dropping the ring which landed with a soft thud on the bar counter. “What do we have here, Max?” muttered the snarky middle-aged, obese looking man, “Planning to pawn off some fake jewelry to pay your bills again?” Max always hated Manager Hollis because of his rude and demeaning way of speaking to him, so he wasn't surprised at his statement at all. Rather, he was ready to defend himself. “No sir, this is actually a real five-carat diamond ring.” He defended. “Something you’d never be able to afford.” He mumbled. “What did you just say?” Hollis scoffe
Max snapped his eyes open to a very unfamiliar ceiling. For the first few seconds, he couldn't tell where he was as he scanned his eyes around the room. “Hospital?” He wondered as he tried to sit up, but a sharp pain at the back of his head forced him to lay back down. “Mr. Stratford, you're finally up?” A nurse asked as she walked in and quickly checked his temperature, after which he helped Max sit up. He hissed in pain, asking, “How did I get here?” “The ambulance brought you in.” She replied “You look sturdy. Who would have thought you were so weak?” She mumbled to himself. Max, who heard her clearly, quickly defended himself, “Weak? I was hit from the back! That's one cheap move!” He looked through the window and noticed the sun was already up and remembering he was hit last night. He quickly asked, “How long have I been out?” “15 hours. You spent the night and a substantial part of the day here. You can leave now after paying your bills and getting your drug
"Manager Hollis?" Max mumbled to himself, surprised that he was actually being of help to him for the first time in his life. But Hollis didn't fail to disappoint him again as he went on to say, "So while you're at it, Don’t forget to pay for this too.” Manger Hollis jumped out of nowhere, throwing a bill of $9,750 at him. Max's eyes almost popped out of its socket as he looked through the bill. “$9,750?” He asked in disbelief, “You're supposed to be paying my weekly wages. What's the meaning of this?” He asked again, confused. “Your bill was originally $10,000, and after deducting this week's wages from it, we came up with that.” Hollis explained. Max was still confused as to why he had to pay such an amount of money, so he looked through the bill again, seeing where it was clearly stated he rented out club room 012. “Are you high or something? Why are you giving me this bill? That Tate f*cking Winslow, you should be suing him for harassing a staff member. Why am I be
Max gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, his eyes burning with furry as he refused to show any sign of gratitude. Chief Rawlings gestured to the officer standing behind Max, and he quickly kicked the back of Max’s knee, forcing him to kneel against his will. Tate smirked and gestured to the officers to excuse them, which they did. Then he squatted to Max’s height, a smile of victory spreading across his lips. “You must be wondering why I released you, right?" He asked but didn't wait for a response before explaining, "Well, it's because I need you to sign the divorce papers so I can finally marry my woman.” Tate leaned closer to Max’s ear and whispered, “I heard the last time you touched her was on your wedding night. F*ck, you need to hear her screaming my name when I’m stroking deep inside of her. She's so f*cking tight!” Max’s anger exploded. He attempted to attack, but Tate, who already knew what was coming, quickly evaded it as he stood up to his feet. He ordered
Max’s grip was firm but not too much that Tate easily pushed off as he was too weak from the beating. “Your wife? Your house?” Cynthia asked while the others laughed. “Max, don't you think you’ve become too entitled now? I thought Aria wanted a divorce? Why are you still calling her your wife, and when did MY House suddenly become yours?” She questioned. He ignored Cynthia and faced his wife, pulling her apart from Tate, “Aria, what's gotten into you? You knew I was injured, but you didn't even bother to come and check me. Why the f*ck did you take out all of my savings for Liam's trust fund?” Aria rolled her eyes in disgust, fanning her nose with her hand as if Max stinks. “You're complaining about a measly $5,000? In our three years of marriage, have you ever gifted me anything? I decided to buy myself a parting gift and you're complaining, how shameless!” She insulted and then called out to one of their domestic staff and ordered, “Get me those documents and the traveli
"Sis, can you stop fooling around? He’s so anxious to finally meet his son, and you are…” “Hey, hey, you stupid little brat! Get into your room now before I slap those beefy cheeks of yours.” Aria threatened, forcing Arabella to keep shut. Max dropped his tension as he walked closer to Aria, demanding, “Can you be serious for once? Where is my son?” Aria shrugged, “How am I supposed to know if you have a son other than little Liam here?” She feigned ignorance. “Aria, don't make me lose it. I’m talking about Liam. Our three-year-old son who is living abroad.” Max reminded her. Aria was done playing this cat and rat game, so she decided to come clean. She dropped little ‘Liam’ and found herself a seat beside her mom. “Umm…Max, I get that your pocket is empty, but does your brain have to be empty, too? I mean, how could you believe in the existence of a child you’ve never seen? Like how?” Aria asked, seemingly stunned by Max’s dumbness. Max, still not able to comprehend the