"Mr. Garcia, please consider giving your father a chance. He has endured many hardships over the years," pleaded the middle-aged man who had been trailing Ray Garcia through the bustling market of Austria. "Your father's injury has left him unable to have another child, and as the sole heir to his property, acknowledging your relationship with him is of utmost importance. If you don't, his position as head of the Garcia family will become increasingly uncertain." Ray, dressed in shabby clothes, came to an abrupt halt and regarded the man with disdain. "He abandoned me when I was young and forced me to part ways with my mother. I never even got to say goodbye to her. Now, after all these years, he wants me back?" Ray shook his head in disbelief. "I thought he was genuinely remorseful and wanted to make amends, but it's clear he only wants me to secure his position in the family," he sneered, snapping the supreme bank card in his hand with ease. The card, with a limit of eighty millio
Sarah's eyes were swollen with sorrow and despair, a heartbreaking sight that Ray had never seen in the past three years. As he stumbled out of the room, his mind was in a daze, trying to process the gravity of the situation. But he quickly regained his senses and chased after her, determined to help in any way he could. "Sarah, please don't go. Let me handle everything," he pleaded as he caught up with her in the corridor. But Sarah remained steadfast, her resolve unshakable as she turned off her phone and strode confidently into the elevator. Back in the living room of the Peters's, Joanna's rage was palpable as she lashed out at Ray, blaming him for not doing enough to help. Her words stung, and Sophia's badgering only made things worse. Ray fought to free himself from their grasp, but not before Joanna scratched his face, leaving him bleeding and shaken. With no time to waste, Ray took the staircase and rushed outside, only to see Sarah's red car disappear into the distance. He
Ray gasped for breath as he sprinted down the street, evading the clutches of the relentless security guards. With a sense of relief, he flung the bathrobe into a nearby dumpster before reaching for his phone to contact Sarah. To his dismay, her phone remained switched off, leaving him to ponder his next move. After careful consideration, he extracted a business card from his pocket and dialed the number printed on it. "I accept your terms," he announced firmly. "I will reconcile with my father." Fifteen minutes later, Ray found himself in a serene park, stowing away his new supreme bank card. With an air of nonchalance, he inquired, "So, what do the Garcias do, Eli? How wealthy are they?" The ever-obliging Eli Ledger responded with respect, detailing the extent of the Garcias' global businesses and investment funds. "Their wealth is immeasurable," Eli confessed. "During the Asian financial crisis in 2008, the Garcia Group played a crucial role in stabilizing our country's economy."
In the luxurious Presidential Suite of the Sunrise Heritage Resort, James 's anger was palpable as he pointed to Ray's face on the monitor screen. "Who is this useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Peters?" he bellowed. The plump hotel manager repeatedly bowed and confirmed, "He is Ray Garcia, Sarah's husband. He's the one who stole your bathrobe. The surveillance footage leaves no room for doubt." James was incensed. The Peters were playing a dangerous game by crossing him, and he couldn't believe that Sarah would stoop so low as to involve her husband in humiliating him. He was determined to crush them all. Shooing away the manager, James immediately made a phone call and had the post of him running around naked and causing a commotion in the lobby deleted. In exchange, the hotel offered a week of free stay to the elderly tourists and promised to remove any evidence of the incident to protect their reputation. But James wasn't satisfied with just that. He called the patriarch o
As Sophia pounded on the door, Noahgroggily woke up to the loud noise. "Who could be knocking at this ungodly hour?" she grumbled, rubbing her messy hair in frustration. When she opened the door, she was taken aback by the sight before her. Was this some kind of gangster movie? Behind Sophia stood a group of over 20 young men from the Peters family, some holding staffs, others wielding knives or expandable batons. Tristan Peters, Sarah's cousin, pushed his way past Noahand barked out orders. "Move aside! We're here for Sarah and Ray!" The commotion roused the sleeping couple, who stumbled out of the bedroom only to be surrounded by the menacing group of men. As the tension in the room escalated, Sarah turned to her sister, her chest heaving with anger. "How could you betray me like this, Sophia? You're my sister!" Sophia's lip curled as she snorted in response. "You didn't help Mom, and your useless man caused trouble with Mr. Cole from Oscorp Corporation . He even took Mr. Cole's b
In James 's apartment at Prosperity Apartments, Ray and Sarah stood together in the living room. They had come to apologize, at Monica's request, for their previous offensive behavior towards Mr. Cole. Monica humbly bowed and asked for forgiveness on their behalf, offering to accept any punishment deemed appropriate. James sat on the sofa, his expression grim as he listened to Monica's plea. "I am a respectable businessman," he replied, his tone flat. "I would never suggest anything illegal. However, if you want my forgiveness for the Peters family, there is a way." He glanced over at Ray with disdain. "If this man enjoys exposing himself so much, then I will forgive you if he runs naked from Glory Avenue to Nationality Avenue in three days' time. It's a 3-mile stretch, and I'll make sure the media captures the entire event. If he fails to show up, then the Peters Realty will suffer the consequences." Monica's heart sank, and she looked over at Ray with concern. "How exactly do you
This evening, Sarah made an atypical appearance at dinner, descending the stairs alongside her partner Ray. Among the guests were her cousin Alice and her husband, who held a prestigious position as the director of the Department of Planning and Development (DPD). Almost immediately, the other guests, all Peters, rushed to flatter and curry favor with the high-ranking guest - all except for Ray and his wife, Monica. Alice, with her husband in tow, took a seat and sneered at the couple. "Look at them, so arrogant. Isn't this our favorite running duo?" Sarah shot her cousin a sharp glance before turning her attention to her phone. Ignored, Alice grew increasingly hostile. "What are you so proud of? Let's see how tough you are after running three miles in a bikini tomorrow!" Ray, however, wasn't having it. He looked at Alice and shook his head, "Lori always looks beautiful, no matter what she wears - unlike you. If you stood naked next to your husband, it would only remind us of some ca
Tristan's eyes widened in surprise as he flashed Ryan a rapid series of blinks. With a resounding clatter, his fork hit the plate as he shot Ryan a thumbs up. "My oh my, you're quite the wordsmith! Impressive insult, my friend!" Ryan's smirk twisted into a sneer as he corrected him, "You misunderstand me. He's not worth my time or effort to insult. I'm simply stating a fact." Sarah could feel her blood boil at Ryan's callous words. With a surge of rage, she snatched the soup bowl from Ray's hand and confronted him with tears streaming down her face. "Are you a fool? How can you still have an appetite for soup? Don't you hear how they're mocking you?" Ray let out a burp before responding with indifference, "Why should I care? Would you get mad if some ants started shouting at you? If they're bothering you, just step on them." Sarah was stunned by Ray's nonchalance. Over the past three years of their marriage, she had grown accustomed to the insults aimed at him. As long as they di