Upon Gary's return, he took the elevator up to the top floor of his building and stepped out into his luxurious penthouse. As he walked in, he glanced around, taking in the grandeur of his home. The high ceilings, elegant furniture, and large windows that overlooked the city skyline. He breathed a sigh of relief, happy to be back in his sanctuary.But something seemed off. He couldn't hear the usual sound of Steve bustling around the house, preparing dinner or getting things ready for him. Gary looked around, puzzled, wondering where his butler could be. He took a few steps forward, then hesitated as he heard a voice coming from his study room.Curious, Gary approached the door and listened intently. At first, he could hear Steve's voice emanating from his study with a worried tone, and then he wondered what Stebe could be doing in his study room. He heard Steve's voice on the phone, speaking in a low tone. Gary's ears perked up as he overheard something interesting. "It's time to re
Gary was sitting uncomfortably raging in a fit of anger.Things didn't seem to always go his way, everything had been falling out of place right from the death of his grandfather, and another had just fallen out of place, leaving him shattered.He was still seething with anger when he had suddenly received a call from an unknown number, and the person on the other end had been calling repeatedly. Even though he never had intentions to pick, the number kept calling without leaving a message. However, after several moments of in depth annoyance, he decided to pick up the phone, ready to yell at the person who was harassing him, and give whoever it was a piece of his mind.He answered the call with a sharp "What do you want?".To his surprise, the voice on the other end of the line said, "Young master, is that you?" The voice seemed odd, but he could never place where he had ever come in contact with the unfamiliar voice before.However, as much as he tried, he just couldn't place it. He
"I don't need a shit from what you say." Gary told Mr Taylor immediately.However, Mr. Taylor cleared his throat and adjusted his progressive glasses into place before he continued. "Young master, I understand that this clause in your grandfather's will may come as a surprise, but it's essential that you consider it seriously. You see, in order to inherit the family estate, you must be married within the next six months or you lose the will.""He made arrangements to get it transferred to the orphanage if you don't comply.""Six months! Losing or gaining, is none of my business." Gary yelled at the top of his voice, and of course hitting the table in addition.Mr Taylor had his heart shop a bit. He could tell Gary was already at his peak. "I think your grandfather only set that principle just to ensure you remain responsible.""Responsible! Did you just mention the words as though it meant nothing? I guess you should step into my shoes and have a feel of how that plays."He said soft
The name in the headline was all too familiar, Steve Anderson. He was sure about whom it was, but then to calm his curiosity, Gary clicked on the article, his eyes scanning the words that revealed more details about the said Steve Anderson's acquisition of ZR Biotech. The moment he discovered that the person who had taken over ZR Biotech was none other than Steve, his former butler, his mind flashed back to the events that had unfolded when he caught Steve red-handed. Every word, every look, every betrayal replayed in his mind like a movie.The article delved into his accomplishments, highlighting his successful track record in turning around struggling companies. Gary's grip on the steering wheel tightened even more as he read about his ruthless business strategies. This made Gary wonder when and how long Steve had been in the business world without making it known to the Carter's family.A range of emotions surged within Gary, a cocktail of anger, betrayal, and disbelief. The p
The moment Gary opened the letter his breath caught in his throat, and he struggled to comprehend the shocking message, his eyes darting from side to side while he read over and over again.In disbelief he mumbled to himself and said. "No... this can't be true. I must be mistaken."To confirm his doubts, he read the letter again, each word sinking deeper into his consciousness. The letter stated that he should evacuate the estate before the next three days.Immediately, a mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal crossed his face. His eyes narrowed, seething with rage as he recognized the anonymous identity beneath the letter."Steve. It has to be him." He mumbled to himself."I won't let him get away with this. I'll make him pay for what he's done." He vowed to himself.Suddenly, a chilling thought crept into his mind. He immediately reached for his phone and dialled Alice's number."Boss, is everything alright?"Without deviating, he said to her immediately with a tone of urgency. "A
The card drew his attention, he felt inquisitive to know what it was.Cursing under his breath, he immediately bent down to pick up the fallen card. The brief look at the card, the elegant font on the card revealed it to be the business card his lawyer had given him.The memories of that time flooded back into his mind, the bitter arguments, the endless negotiations, and the overwhelming frustration.He remembered his lawyer's words as he handed him the card, "Young master, if you ever change your mind, if you ever want to discuss anything further, there's a lot we still have to unravel, a lot of secrets left to be revealed." At the time, he had brushed off those words, too consumed by his anger and determination to prove himself. But now, as he stared at the card, contempt filled his gaze.Without a second thought, Gary tore the business card in half, then ripped it into smaller pieces. Anger surged through his veins, fueled by the bitter memories."I don't need any of you," he mut
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he hurriedly made his way to answer it. As he swung the door open, Mr. Taylor entered, his briefcase in hand. "Mr Carter! I knew you will…" Gary's eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension as he gestured for the lawyer to take a seat."Just have a seat, Mr Taylor." Gary said, turning around arrogantly. After which he also had a seat.Sensing the tension in the room, Gary straightened his posture and mustered up the courage to ask the question burning within him."So what other condition do you have attached to the will?" Gary's voice quivered slightly, betraying his anxiety.Mr. Taylor paused for a moment, meeting Gary's gaze before responding, "Mr Carter, there's nothing more in the will aside from the requirement to get married.""It's the marriage or nothing else."A look of disbelief washed over Gary's face as his shoulders slumped. He ran his fingers through his hair, his mind racing with thoughts of where he woul
Gary stood on the uppermost part of his new apartment, relishing the panoramic view of the city. The cool evening breeze gently caressed his skin, offering a respite from the weight of his thoughts. His hands remained tucked in his pockets, his mind a mix of contemplation and anticipation for the days to come.Lost in his own world, Gary was suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of his phone chiming. With a quick reflex, he retrieved the device from his pocket, his eyes immediately drawn to the caller ID—Mr. Taylor. Without hesitation, he swiped to answer the call."Hello, Mr. Taylor. Any new developments?" Gary inquired, a tinge of curiosity in his voice.Mr. Taylor's voice emanated from the other end of the line. "Yes, young master, I have an update for you. The wedding has been scheduled to take place in three days."Gary's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. "Three days? Is this some kind of joke?" he blurted out, unable to conceal his astonishment.Mr
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The door to the lobby finally opened, and Mr. Bamford walked in with twelve police officers following closely behind him.Silence completely took over the lobby of the building and only the sound of their boots could be heard hitting the tiles as they walked over to where Gary was.The tears in Fallon’s eyes immediately stopped, and a sense of confusion flooded every part of her mind as her eyes followed the officers until they stood in front of her husband and the other five officers."Chief! What are you doing here?” One of the five officers asked with worry evident in his voice. The other four looked just as confused as him, and fear started creeping its way on their faces after the chief didn’t reply immediately.Meeting Gary’s eyes and his bloodstained nose, Mr. Bamford frowned, dragging his gaze down to Gary’s hands locked behind his back, and said, “Uncuff him now!”The firmness in his tone caused Fallon’s eyes to widen with a shocked expression, she opened her mouth, but no wo
The anger that ate at Gary slowly faded, and he looked back to see his wife staring calmly at him, and yet, he couldn‘t stop caring for what she was thinking at that moment about him.Sighing, Gary looked back at Kyle and scoffed, letting go of his collar, causing his back to hit the tile, and a cry escaped his throat.Kyle lay on the floor, holding his chest, crying and moaning, shaking his head as he tried desperately to hold in his sobbing, the room became so quiet that the sound of a pin drop could‘ve been heard.Everyone was shocked by what was happening in the lobby, and Ciara‘s hands were trembling as she tried to remember the police number, her mind a mess.“Ciara! Have you called the police yet?!” Kyle cried in rage as the pain from his face intensified because of the volume of his voice, and he moaned out, “Ciara!”“Yes sir, I‘m sorry sir, um, I need help here...” Ciara stammered with a shaky tone.“What help?”“Umm… What‘s the police number?”“What the hell, Ciara!!”His sw
As the security guards approached Gary and the others, Tom calmly took out a file from his briefcase and looked back at Kyle and the investors.“Well, I am a lawyer with a couple of degrees, including Doctor of Juridical Science degree, and this is a valid will that both Mr. Larsons and the law enforcement officials‘ signatures are on, which proves everything that Fallon has told you guys, that this company is now under her management,” Tom explained calmly, taking out the document and showing it to the investors.“I have worked with Morgan before, and that is definitely his signature on this paper. He‘s a man of honor, and so am I,” Mr. Walker immediately stated, glaring at Kyle.The security reached the scene but immediately stopped out of confusion, seeing that no one was attacking Kyle and just stood there looking at each other.“It could be a fraud! Who knows...” Kyle answered, shrugging nonchalantly.“But we do know. You just blurted out that you thought the will got destroyed a
Gazing intensely into the bathroom mirror, Gary reached for his toothbrush but then paused as a memory of Lawyers Morgans‘ words kept replaying in his head, the looks on his face when he said those words, and the way his body reacted a bit nervously to question about the will.Immediately, he grabbed his phone off the sink and scrolled for Tom‘s number until he got to it, dialing it.After ringing his number, the call got answered and Tom‘s voice popped up through the speaker, “Good morning, Boss...”“I need us to discuss something important later on today," Gary said as he watched the bathroom door reflection in the mirror slowly pushed open, and Fallon popped her head inside. Thankfully, he was tying a towel around his waist.“I'll be on my way then."“Good, we will wait on you guys before we leave, so be here by nine.”Wondering who her he was talking to so seriously at seven in the morning, Fallon reached her hands around his waist and kissed his bare back, resting her head flat a
A look of fear entered Morgan’ eyes, his expression twisting with anxiety, terror, and helplessness as he and Gary continued to stare at each other. “Which will?” Mr. Morgan finally questioned. “The will that Mr. Larson left Fallon,” Gary stated plainly, averting his gaze to stare straight into the old man’s eyes, daring him to try and lie.“Whi-cho-ne…?” Mr. Morgan murmured, barely audible for anyone to hear.Then he saw Gary’s brows furrowing, and he knew that he was getting impatient as his eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly in his chair.“Don’t act like a dummy with me… speak louder.” Gary uttered in a stiff tone.Immediately, Morgan’ face turned pale, his body tensing, and then his eyes widened as he blurted out, “Oooh! Oh!! Do you mean the will Alora gave Fallon the night of Mr. Larson’s death anniversary party?!”“Is there another will for Fallon?” Gary asked as he raised his eyebrows.“No! No… no… I was just scared and my mind took its time to process everything.”
The words that Gary said to Jeremy never left Fallon’s thoughts, even though the morning was now evening, and Gary was sleeping.Adjusting her head on his warm chest, Fallon looked at him, just staring, allowing her thoughts to run wild in her head, as she listened to his heart beating, feeling his chest rise and falling, listening to his breathing.‘What package were you talking about?’ Fallon wondered as she bit her lower lip, thinking furiously.All of a sudden, she heard his phone go off, causing Garyto shift slightly on the bed, hugging onto her waist tightly, and burying his face deeper into her neck “Gary, your phone,” Fallon whispered, feeling reluctant to wake him and yet, also wanting an answer.“Hmm…” He mumbled sleepily, his voice barely audible.“Your phone…,” Fallon repeated, her tone a lot louder than a few minutes ago as she tried again to shake him awake.Finally, Gary opened his eyes, blinking slowly for several seconds. After a few more seconds he seemed to register
Anger immediately started to rise inside of her as Fallon glared at Alora with a look of pure hatred, and without even realising it, she blurted. “Grandpa left that company for me, and you can’t just take what he gave to me away!” A faint chuckle escaped Alora’s throat as she gazed down at her granddaughter, before she replied. “Oh yes, I can… you know, I thought you were getting married to this… this human being because you want to own something in this family and be a part of us…” A pause followed her words as she watched Fallon’s eyes for a sign of fear and submission and when she saw a slight flicker of emotion in her step granddaughter’s eyes, she smiled, knowing that she managed to hit Fallon’s weak spot. “I will not tolerate the disrespect I am seeing from you, Fallon, and since that’s how you want to behave, I am taking this opportunity to let you know you aren’t fit to take over any of the family business. I don’t need an arrogant, selfish, and prideful woman who does not
The dull morning light in her face with her body wrapped into Gary’s arms, Fallon just stared at him, his lashes, the details of his lips, unable to look away. Her hand rested on his cheek, and looked at his shut eyes, stroking his skin lightly as she felt her breathing become slow and steady. “I know it was just nonsense that she said, but I still can’t get her words out of my head…” Fallon whispered, leaning in closer until there were no more inches between them, their breaths mingling together. “What can’t you get out of your head?” Gary asked, his voice low and soothing as his eyelids slowly opened.Not expecting him to even be awake, Fallon froze, trying desperately to think of something, anything because she didn’t want to tell him about the conversation between Sandra and her.“Nothing,” Fallon quickly replied, pulling her face back, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. “It’s nothing. You should go back to sleep. Yesterday was hectic, and my crying kept you up late.” “Fallon,