Joseph glanced at Charles, Miranda, and the other men standing nearby, then turned his gaze back to Jennifer. "One last thing," he said flatly but firmly. Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" Joseph crossed his arms over his chest and spoke loud enough for everyone around to hear. "I want Charles, Miranda, and the six other members of the global elite to hold a press conference. In front of the world, you must declare that I am not guilty of Ciko’s murder. Say it clearly: you were the ones at fault. Explain how you orchestrated his death." Gasps could be heard from some of those present. Charles, standing slightly behind Jennifer, stepped forward with a furious expression. "You can’t be serious, right?" Charles asked, pointing at Joseph. "That request is a joke. Do you understand the consequences?" Joseph stared at Charles coldly. "I’m very serious." Charles let out a short, humorless laugh. "If we do that, the entire power structure of the Eastern global elite will
"You know I don't like small talk," Joseph said, breaking the silence. His voice was deep and firm. "So, what’s the reason you asked me to come here?" Jennifer gave a faint smile, one that didn’t diminish her aura of authority but rather added a layer of intrigue. She picked up her teacup gracefully, blew gently on the steam rising from it, and sipped it slowly before placing it back on the table. "Like your father," she finally said, her tone soft yet full of meaning. "You dislike small talk, and... you always look charismatic when you're angry." Joseph didn’t respond. His expression remained cold and unreadable, but his dark eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. Jennifer didn’t seem bothered. Instead, she took her time, sipping her tea again before continuing. "First of all," she said as she carefully placed her cup back on the saucer, "I wanted to see my son, of course. It’s been half a year since we last met. You haven’t reached out or come to Aussa to visit my home." Jose
Joseph suddenly stood, his chair scraping sharply against the polished floor. He grabbed his teacup, downed its contents in one swift motion, and placed it back on the table with a faint clink. His gaze locked onto Jennifer, cold and resolute. "Madam Jennifer," he said icily, deliberately addressing her formally instead of calling her "Mom." "I reject the collaboration you're proposing. If your global elite associates fail to meet my demands by sunset today, I will take even greater steps." Jennifer remained calm, her expression unchanged, though her hand gripping the armrest of her chair tensed slightly. Joseph continued, his voice still low but increasingly forceful. "I will upload all evidence of their crimes to social media. Their darkest secrets will be exposed to the world. They will face judgment, become fugitives of Interpol, and rot in prison!" The room was thick with tense silence. Jennifer didn’t immediately respond. Her gaze remained forward, not meeting Joseph
Joseph was enjoying a cup of black coffee when his phone rang. The screen displayed his wife's name. He smiled faintly and answered the call. "Honey, I'm so proud of you!" Katty's cheerful voice came from the other end. "You handled everything so elegantly. The world now knows who Joseph Guezz truly is!" Joseph chuckled softly. "Thank you, Honey." "Oh, and I have great news," Katty continued, her excitement evident. "G Company is receiving a flood of partnership offers! So many foreign companies want to invest, and even those that previously terminated their contracts are coming back, begging to work with us again. Do you know what? They’re offering twice the profit!" Joseph closed his eyes briefly, considering her words. "That’s good news," he said calmly. "But I want you to reject all the companies that previously terminated their contracts. Don’t give them a second chance." Katty paused briefly before asking, "Are you sure? They’re offering significant benefits, Honey."
The atmosphere was warm and filled with laughter. Jenny sat at the end of the table, still looking a bit awkward but smiling after being welcomed back into the family. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted the peaceful dinner. Katty stood up, glancing briefly at Joseph and Mr. Barta. “I’ll see who it is,” she said with a faint smile. Katty opened the door, and her expression changed instantly. Standing before her was a woman dressed elegantly but overly so, smiling smugly. It was Mrs. Helen, Katty’s biological mother, who had been absent for years. “Katty, my darling!” exclaimed Mrs. Helen, quickly hugging Katty. Katty stiffened but tried to smile. “Mom, what brings you here?” she asked, slightly startled. “Can’t I visit my daughter and son-in-law?” Mrs. Helen replied sweetly, though her tone sounded forced. Katty tried to remain polite. “Come in, we’re having dinner.” Mrs. Helen entered the room with a haughty stride. Joseph stood up, putting on a polite smi
Mr. Barta, who had been holding back for quite some time, could no longer suppress his anger. His face turned red, and his hands trembled as he slammed his fork onto the table with a loud clang. “You have no shame, Helen!” Mr. Barta said in a cold tone. “At my old age, it’s only natural that I live comfortably like this. Katty provides me with these facilities not because I demanded them, but because I’ve taken good care of her since she was a child. I made sure she went to school and got the best education. I raised our children alone after you left, without even a shred of help from you.” Mrs. Helen sobbed, but her cries sounded more like theatrics than genuine sadness. She looked at Katty with teary eyes, ignoring Mr. Barta’s words. “Katty, my sweetheart… you know how hard my life has been. My husband divorced me. Now, I’m old and have no one left. I can’t work like I used to. I came here just to ask for your help, my own daughter.” Katty looked confused, sitting still with wide
Mrs. Helen stood silent for a moment, clutching her worn-out bag tightly. The reality hit her hard: she no longer had a home. Her ex-husband had thrown her out without a shred of mercy. She had no money, no place to go. Refusing this offer meant one thing—living as a homeless person on the streets. With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Helen finally said, “Alright... I’ll stay at the nursing home.” *** Six months later... The living room of Joseph and Katty’s house was filled with warmth, laughter, and joy. Katty, her belly now noticeably rounder, sat on a plush sofa with a glass of juice in her hand. Joseph, as always, was by her side, gently massaging her slightly swollen feet. “I can’t believe it’s already been seven months,” Katty said with a small smile, caressing her belly. “It feels like we just found out yesterday.” Joseph nodded, pride glowing in his eyes. “Seven incredible months. And tomorrow… tomorrow is the big moment. The G-Clim Changer officially launches. And we’ll fin
Joseph stood beside Katty, his face calm despite the turmoil in his heart. Before him, Uncle Bura spoke confidently, his words dripping with condescension.The relatives present murmured among themselves, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.“Katty,” Uncle Bura's voice echoed, “you’re an intelligent and talented woman. Why do you keep holding on to a husband who only relies on you? This Joseph… he’s nothing but a burden.”“Uncle Bura, that’s enough,” Katty said firmly, her eyes sharp and unwavering. “Joseph is not what you think. He is my husband and the father of my child. If you cannot respect him, please watch your words!”Uncle Bura scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Why should I? Everyone knows Joseph is just leeching off you. Even all the accomplishments that have been in the news lately… they’re because of your name, not his!”The murmurs among the relatives grew louder. Some began nodding in agreement.A female cousin of Katty suddenly chimed in. “Uncle Bura is right, Ka