Michael froze in fear. He didn't know what Simon was referring to, but Simon's smug expression told him he was doomed. “I need to hurry; the conference will start at 9,” Michael said, trying to deny and hide his fear, attempting to act innocent. Simon snorted and presented a newly released article to the chairman, further fueling Gudofredo's fury. “Look at this,” Simon said, handing his tablet to Gudofredo. “What the hell is that? I need to go,” Michael said impatiently, but he froze again when he heard the news playing on the tablet. Gudofredo stood up, slapping the tablet showing the news into Michael's face. "Explain this!" he demanded. The news was about Reyster Sebastian's inside job, scheming with a person in the article called "Mr. M" to siphon funds from the William Group. Although no name was revealed, it was obvious to Gudofredo that "Mr. M" was Michael, as the evidence presented was identical to the documents Michael had used to accuse Gerald. "Are you two kiddin
Marcus chugged down a handful of painkillers, his hand trembling slightly from the intense pain radiating from his injuries. “Ugh. Sh*t. Damn body, please cooperate. I need to do this now,” he muttered to himself, forcing himself to walk through the hotel hallway. The fall from the cliff had left him battered and bruised, but his determination to keep moving was unyielding. Despite the pain and his injuries, he forced himself to walk with a steady gait, pretending nothing was wrong. “Are you okay, sir?” a man asked as they met in the middle of the hallway. “I’m fine,” Marcus replied, automatically shifting into character. He studied the face of the associate, realizing he had no idea who this guy was. The only thing he could tell right away was how the man was dressed, which indicated he worked for the William Group. “Oh, I am Robles Asol. Associate from William Securities,” the man introduced himself, showing his ID. “Okay, go on your way,” Marcus said dismissively. But he turn
Jeyster Sebastian sat in his mansion's opulent dining room, enjoying his morning coffee while scanning the latest news. The serene ambiance was a stark contrast to the brewing storm he was about to face.As he sipped his coffee, his eyes landed on a headline from Harp Media that made his blood run cold: "Sebastian Scandal: Murder, Embezzlement, and Betrayal."Jeyster spat out his coffee, staining his pristine white shirt. His heart pounded as he read further. The article implicated his son, Reyster Sebastian, in the murder of a rising actor and accused him of embezzlement and internal manipulation within the William Group."This can't be happening," he muttered, his hands shaking as he set the tablet down. He stormed out of the dining area, his mind racing.How could his son be so reckless?The Sebastian name was now smeared with scandal, and it threatened his own chances of winning office.“Reyster Sebastian!” Jeyster marched towards his son's room, his anger building with each step.
The grand ballroom of the Sunrise Hotel was filled with investors, executives, and media personnel, all buzzing with anticipation.Marcus Xu, disguised as Gregory William, stood confidently on the stage, his bandaged face hiding a sinister smile.The moment he'd been waiting for had arrived.“Let me in!”The crowd gasped, and security immediately moved to intercept Reyster Sebastian the moment he barged into the conference hall. He pushed through them with frenzied strength."Gerald William! Where are you?" Reyster shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. No longer intimidated by Gregory William, he furiously searched for Gerald. His disheveled appearance drew whispers and curious glances from the attendees. Wearing only a robe and slippers, he stood in stark contrast to the polished, high-powered crowd."Gerald William!" Reyster shouted again, his voice echoing through the ballroom. "Show yourself, you coward!"Marcus Xu stepped forward, gripping the microphone tightly. "Ladies and
Jeyster Sebastian stood in his office, glaring at the mirror as his team bustled around him, preparing for the press conference. The weight of the latest scandal pressed heavily on him. His hands shook slightly as he adjusted his tie, trying to mask his anger and anxiety. The media had already crowded the hall outside, with cameras flashing and reporters shouting questions."Mr. Sebastian," his secretary, Killiman, approached cautiously, his face pale. "There's another problem."Jeyster's heart sank. He turned to him, his eyes narrowing. "What now?""Reyster caused a scene at the William Group conference," Killiman said, his voice trembling. "He barged in, accusing Gerald William of framing him. It’s all over the news already."Jeyster felt a surge of rage. "That idiot! He's making everything worse!" He slammed his fist on the table, making everyone in the room jump. "We need to fix this. Now."He barked orders to his employees. "Double-check the statements, make sure the press kit is
At Aurora, the grand estate of the William family, the members gathered in the opulent study room, the tension palpable as they awaited the arrival of Chairman Gudofredo. The ornate room, filled with dark wood and rich leather, seemed to suffocate them under the weight of the scandal that had befallen the William Group.Ruben, the chairman's brother, lounged in a leather armchair, swirling a glass of brandy. His eyes darted around the room, assessing the anxiety etched on everyone’s faces."Well, isn't this a charming family gathering," he remarked with a sardonic grin. "I wonder which one of us will be the sacrificial lamb today."Lucretia, Ruben’s wife, sat primly beside him, her lips pursed in disapproval. "Ruben, this is serious. The company's reputation is at stake, and all you can do is make jokes."Emily, the wife of the eldest son, Michael, stood near the fireplace, her arms crossed defensively. "Perhaps if certain people had been more discreet, we wouldn't be in this mess," s
Marcus's heart pounded with intense rage and confusion. He froze in place, struggling to digest the events that led to his brother’s death."Miguel wasn't just devastated because we were poor and I was murdered? He met these bastards? What did they do that pushed Miguel to kill himself?" he mused.He felt like snapping Michael and Gerald's necks as they remained nonchalant, talking casually about the person they killed and the consequences that led to his brother’s suicide.His veins popped out, and his brows knitted in disgust at the vile people in front of him.However, none of his expressions or intense rage would be noticed by the two because of the bandages wrapped around his face. Michael and Gerald were oblivious to the growing hatred within Marcus as they continued to speak casually."Why do you care about that actor and crippled brother? They don't matter. What matters is that you helped me get away from this jackass's scheme. Thanks to you, I was saved from being framed," Mi
Marcus Xu arrived at the William Securities headquarters. Despite it being Michael William’s territory, the staff treated him with care, aware that Gregory William had equal power in appointing the next chairman of the conglomerate.“Please wait in CEO Michael’s office. We’ll bring all the files you need there,” an associate said.“No. I don’t want to wait,” Marcus bluntly replied as he barged into the headquarters' security control room, startling the staff.“Leave me alone. I’ll call you once I’m done,” he commanded, ignoring the startled looks from everyone around him.“What are you looking for, sir? It will be faster if we navigate it for you,” a security personnel suggested.“No. Everyone leave,” he said sternly, his commanding tone leaving no room for argument.Once alone, Marcus operated the computers with ease, his past experience as a part-time security personnel coming in handy. He quickly navigated through the controls, searching for footage of Miguel Xu meeting Michael Wil