"Come on Steve, this is an order!" Forced to do what Andrew wanted, they ended up going together to a prominent nightclub in this city. *** At 4am, Andrew had just gotten home from a fun-filled night out, and he slept through his hangover until 9:30am. Steve had been standing in front of his bed for the past half hour, waiting for this young man to wake up so that he could deliver Anderson's message to his beloved grandson. Andrew woke up from his sleep and noticed Steve's presence, who had been standing still in the same position for a long time. "What are you doing in my room this early in the morning?" he asked, one hand on his head, holding back the pang of hangover from last night. This 35-year-old man bowed for a moment to show his respect for Andrew before speaking. “I have something to tell you, Sir. Mr. Anderson has been looking for and waiting for you in his private room since this morning.” Andrew's eyeballs rounded. “What for?” he asked, realizing and surprised at
Andrew chuckled, half in amusement, half in frustration. “Does granpa always have to place stalkers around me? Aren't you tired, Anderson? I'm mature enough to do as I please,” he said slowly with a low voice. He smiled, but his expression also frowned. "It's just a small matter. Isn't it easy for you to handle? Why do you treat me like this? I'm tired," he said boldly, now showing an expression of anger. Anderson let out a long sigh. “This is for your own good, Andrew. I've made it clear: I want you to focus on your ambitions and not do anything foolish, except for what I specifically instruct you to do,” he said firmly, unwilling to be contradicted. However, this 29-year-old man now seemed to have lost his fear. Perhaps he was still influenced by last night's intoxication. “Stop treating me like I'm a puppet, I know what I need to do. I'm an adult man!" Andrew snapped. This old man couldn't accept what his grandson was doing now; his eyes widened. “What? Are you shouting at me n
Jonathan entered and stepped closer to Benjamin's bed. Meanwhile, the young man who was lying down remained silent. He felt awkward as well as guilty for hating Jonathan due to the expulsion that had happened years ago. "Why have you arrived so late at night, Sir?" asked Joseph. Before Jonathan could answer, the servant pointed to the sofa. "It would be better if you sit down first, Sir," he offered politely, with a smile. Jonathan nodded and smiled awkwardly, while Benjamin remained silent, observing his father's face intently. "Sir, shouldn't you come and sit with us on the sofa?" Joseph asked Benjamin, who now nodded. He got up and joined his father on the sofa. Facing him like this made him feel a little self-conscious. "Shouldn't you be sitting with us, Joseph?" Jonathan asked the senior servant who had been standing by the sofa. "I'm more comfortable standing, Sir," he replied reluctantly. "It's okay Joseph, just sit down," Benjamin said, patting the surface of the empty ch
They were still in Anderson's private room, with that man still holding the bottle of medicine that Steve had given him earlier. He seems to be confused and wondering, even though that old man has repeatedly read the contents on the outside of the bottle. "Explain to me, Steve, what this medicine is. I'm not sure what I'm reading; I want to hear from you!" he ordered his young confidant. Steve calmly explained what his employer had requested. “To my knowledge, this is a sleeping pill containing benzodiazepine, Sir, and I assume that Mr. Andrew has taken a high dose of it.” This statement made Anderson's hands clench into tight fists; he looked a bit shaky. “How could I not know? Why did you keep this from me?” His eyes bore deeply into Steve's, causing Steve to look down. He continued with the information he knew. "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't know about this either, I just found out a few days ago, when Mr. Andrew asked me to find something in his room. "When I wanted to leave that
"25 dollars! That's the lowest price I can offer you. This is the best item here, even if you go around this flea market, you won't find anything as beautiful as this for 10 dollars. It's still very shiny," explained the secondhand merchant as he stood in front of his stall, facing the brown-haired, green-eyed male buyer.The tall man named Benjamin remained silent. "Huh," he sighed deeply upon hearing the price of a square-shaped secondhand item now in his grasp.An antique music box, it would be perfect as a gift for an antique enthusiast."Damn," thought Ben as he glanced at his pants pocket, realizing he didn't have much money, apart from the 10 dollars."Come on, Old Man, what's wrong with giving a discount? In return, I'll help you promote your secondhand items to a lot of people," he said, pulling out 8 dollars from his pocket and forcefully placing it in the palm of the old man's hand, James, the gray-haired, thick-mustached seller.Now Benjamin shouted, making his voice heard
Everyone was gathered in a hall where the entire Campbell extended family was present, including uncles, aunts, and relatives from Elizabeth Parker Davis's side, who was celebrating her 72nd birthday.With a smirk on his face, it seemed that Matthew was still not satisfied with belittling the small gift brought by Benjamin."I'm absolutely certain that a poor, unemployed man like Ben wouldn't be able to afford expensive items. I'm sure the package only contains garbage that would make Grandma sick just by looking at it."I'm baffled by how a loser like you can always manage to embarrass your own wife like this." He directed a scornful gaze at Olivia, who had been silent and standing beside her husband all this time.Benjamin and his wife had been trying to avoid Matthew ever since they entered the hall, but Olivia's older brother kept hovering around them, only to mock the couple.Suddenly, two neatly dressed male servants with bow ties were seen carrying a large antique vase adorned
"Beware of how you speak, or I will silence you!" threatened Matthew, who now appeared threatened himself."I am not speaking recklessly; I am confident in what I say. This vase is fake! You cannot deny the fact. No matter how skillfully you paint it, anyone who pays attention to this object will realize that it is just a cheap item that has been repainted."It is not as expensive as you claim, millions of dollars seem like an exaggerated statement." Ben's explanation caused the guests to become more animated, whispering among themselves.Matthew was at a loss for words, now glancing towards his parents. "What is this beggar saying? How dare he speak so freely! Is there anyone who would believe his big mouth? You're just making things up."Mom, Dad! You surely know that I would never do such a thing. Don't believe his nonsense!" Matthew pleaded anxiously.Benjamin let out a slightly long sigh, scratching the edge of his forehead. He also stifled a laugh at his brother-in-law's behavio
Elizabeth fell silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the large vase right beside Matthew."Come on, Grandma. Matthew must be really waiting," Olivia coaxed again, gently shaking Elizabeth's arm, while Matthew remained silent, occasionally swallowing hard.As Olivia hoped, her grandmother nodded and agreed to her request, so Elizabeth gently let go of Olivia's hand and walked towards Matthew, who was already trembling."Damn it, Olivia is so annoying," thought Matthew, swallowing hard as Elizabeth, with her slow steps, came to a halt right in front of the vase.Everyone felt the tension, especially when the 72-year-old woman stared at the vase with an expressionless face.Elizabeth seemed like she wanted to touch the vase, but she refrained, for some reason her fingers halted just inches away from the large vase.She then lowered her hand. She didn't speak, leaving everyone puzzled and even more curious about the authenticity of the luxurious object.Without saying a word, with an imp