On the same morning that Marcus ignited Aurora, Gudofredo, chairman of the William Group, sat at his study table in the heart of his expansive, dimly lit office.Behind him, shelves adorned with awards and accolades loomed, casting eerie shadows across the room.Tension crackled in the atmosphere as Gudofredo's gaze remained fixed intently on the computer screen before him, where the stock value of William Group plummeted relentlessly. Each downward tick sent a shiver down the spines of those present."We can't completely cover up what that bastard did, but we can effectively shift public opinion," Gerald William, the chairman’s second son, began, but his eldest brother cut him off."What's the point of marrying a media company CEO if she can't even assist us with such a problem? This is precisely why women should just stay at home," Michael William sneered, referring to Gerald’s wife."Jesse can’t control something that blindsides us so early in the morning!" Gerald defended."That's
In the hospital, Marcus found himself thrust into the role of the father of the William family’s newborn eldest grandson. It was a surreal twist, akin to being cast as a CEO in a real corporate drama.But for now, he had to project the image of a caring father to those around him."Please fill out this form, sir," the nurse said, casting a hesitant glance at Marcus."What's it for?" Marcus inquired, sensing the nurse's unspoken thoughts."It's still sad about Madam being in a coma, but congratulations on your baby boy, sir," the nurse offered, her words laced with empathy.Marcus managed a smile beneath his mask, touched by the nurse's genuine concern for the baby."Thank you," he replied simply, before focusing on the form in front of him. His hand paused midway through filling it out as a thought occurred to him. "Why do Margarette and Greg both have the same surname?"He realized he had spoken aloud, and a wry smile tugged at his lips as he noticed the nurse's reaction."Why are yo
Inside CEO Joe Sabal's sleek, modern office, tension hangs thick in the air. Joe stands on one side of his polished desk, his brow furrowed with suspicion, as he scrutinizes Marcus Xu, who stands confidently before him."Should I really be wary of him?" Joe ponders silently.He's always been curious about Marcus's ties to the William Group, especially now that associates like Philip and Jaucian are involved with him. Their recent interactions only deepen Joe's intrigue."The two of you really pique my curiosity," he remarks."Curiosity about what?" Marcus responds with an enigmatic smile, meeting Joe's gaze head-on."What exactly were you and Philip up to? Jaucian has been reaching out to me as well, in connection with you," CEO Joe leans forward, his suspicion mounting."Don't tell me..." He hesitates, nerves fluttering as he considers whether uncovering the truth will benefit him. "Are you some hidden heir of the William Group? A secret heir?"Joe watches Marcus closely, noting the
Inside Philip Cheng's office, tension thickened the air like a heavy fog.Marcus, with a steely gaze, sat across from Philip, whose expression was a mask of solemnity.He drummed his fingers impatiently on the armrest of his chair. "Well, Philip? Don't keep me waiting any longer. What do you know about Reyster Sebastian?"Philip's lips tightened into a thin line as he met Marcus's gaze. "He's desperate for credentials and acknowledgment.""As if I didn't know that. I know how to search for information about my enemy too," Marcus scoffed, his patience wearing thin. "I know he has to impress his father, CEO of Jaypark Steel Co., so what tip do you have?"Philip leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Megarev Industrial Co. is on the verge of closing down operations.""So what? Is it Reyster’s fault?" Marcus commented."No. It's the perfect chance to buy the company cheaply. And Jeyster trusted Reyster with the bid to expand their business on hydraulic equipment manufacture. Wh
Marcus stepped into the dining hall, immediately drawn to the lively chatter and the clinking of glasses. His eyes swept the room, noting the well-dressed figures seated around the elegant table.Intentionally arriving late, as instructed by Jaucian, Marcus paused at the entrance, assessing the scene. His gaze fixed on Reyster Sebastian, who occupied the foremost position, deeply engaged in conversation with other businessmen."One day, I will end you," Marcus muttered under his breath before slipping into character.With deliberate confidence, Marcus approached, his posture erect and his expression composed. As he navigated to his seat, he sensed a subtle shift in the room's atmosphere. Whispers ceased, and all eyes pivoted towards him."CEO Gregory, delighted you could join us," Geral Marvo exclaimed, rising from his seat to greet him. The other businessmen followed suit, mirroring Geral’s warmth."It's a pleasure to be here," Marcus replied, shaking hands with each of them in turn.
CEO Carlo Roki stood outside the police station, hesitating as he gazed up at the imposing building. His mind raced with thoughts of the revelation Marcus had shared with him earlier.“Do I really need to do this?” he muttered to himself. However, after a moment of contemplation, he gathered his resolve and stepped forward, pushing open the heavy doors and entering the station.Inside, the atmosphere was tense, with officers bustling about and the faint sound of radios crackling in the background.Carlo approached the front desk and cleared his throat, catching the attention of a nearby officer.“Excuse me, I'm looking for Sergeant Lieutenant Buendiya. Is he available?” he asked.“Buendiya? He's around here somewhere. What's your business with him?” The officer responded, glancing up from his paperwork.“It's... it's regarding a matter of some importance. Is he in his office?”“Yeah, down the hall to your right. Can't miss it.”Carlo nodded gratefully and headed down the hallway, his
At Aurora, the estate where all the nightmares of the son-in-law unfolded, the double found himself in the lap of luxury."Is there anything else you need?" Butler Morgan inquired, setting down a stack of business management books on Marcus's bed.He cast a cautious glance at Marcus, who lounged on the bed, engrossed in a business management book, while the maid, Jaime, fed him grapes."Turn up the air conditioning," Marcus ordered nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the pages."The air conditioning?" Morgan echoed, unsure, but he complied with Marcus's request.Though outwardly composed, inwardly, Morgan seethed with impatience.Marcus had arrived that morning and had been bossing them around incessantly since. And his demands were anything but ordinary. Marcus had already toggled the air conditioning between low and high settings numerous times, as if it were some sort of game."What? Is there a problem?" Marcus snapped."None, sir," Morgan replied politely, though irritation simmered b
Predicting the likely winner of the presidential election was a daunting task, especially for someone like Marcus Xu, who was more concerned with the entertainment industry than politics. However, he needed to respond logically in front of the chairman, rather than stuttering like Gerald.“Who we will back. Gracestone Group has been playing like thugs just because they were backed by the current president. Let's not make the same mistake,” Gudofredo explained, furrowing his brows as he grew irritated just thinking about their rival's schemes over the years.“We should allocate our campaign funds to the third-ranked candidate,” Marcus Xu said confidently, even though he wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about.“Third? Not the first or second?” Gudofredo looked at him critically.“Yes. The rivalry between the top two is too intense. I believe the people will grow tired of them and instead favor the third candidate,” Marcus reasoned, though internally he couldn't agree with himsel