At Carlo Roki's residence, the aroma of a homemade dinner filled the air as they sat around the dining table. Carlo, his son Gabriel, an aspiring mayoral candidate, and his wife, Anna, shared a somber meal.Gabriel’s candidacy had been their main focus for months, but tonight, the conversation carried a heavier weight."How's the campaign holding up?" Carlo asked, his voice tinged with concern as he served himself some roasted chicken.Gabriel sighed, pushing his food around his plate. "Not great, Dad. With Marcus Xu’s sudden death, we lost our major endorser. It’s a significant setback. He also promised to fund us, so I really don't know where to start again."Anna looked up, worry etched across her face. "Do you think Marcus Xu’s death is related to the William Group and their succession war?"Gabriel nodded. "It's possible. I doubt his death was simply because of an argument with a colleague. There are too many coincidences. People in power will do anything to keep their hold. It’s
The scene outside St. Mary's Chapel was chaotic. Reporters and media crews jostled for position, eager to cover the funeral of the Xu brothers—Marcus and Miguel.Cameramen and journalists set up their equipment while microphones were thrust into the faces of anyone willing to speak.Among the crowd were numerous fans, holding candles and placards with pictures of Marcus Xu, the rising star whose untimely death had left his admirers in a state of shock and sadness. Many had gathered to hold a vigil, seeking justice for their idol.Signs reading "Justice for Marcus" and "Pablo Rusto, Surrender!" were held high, a testament to the collective grief and anger."Such a loss," a fan murmured, her eyes red from crying. "He was just getting started. It's so unfair."Another fan nodded, lighting a candle. "Marcus had so much potential. He didn't deserve this. We need justice.""Justice for Marcus! Catch Pablo Rusto!" they chanted, their voices echoing through the streets.A young fan, tears str
Inside Gerald William's grand mansion, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.In a dark room at the far end of the hall, Jesse Harp sat on the floor, a bottle of alcohol in her hand. Her makeup was smeared, mascara was streaking down her cheeks, and her hair was in disarray."Marcus..." she muttered softly.Just thinking of his face made her eyes well up with tears.Her heart broke with a sense of regret and longing for what might have been if circumstances had been different.If only she had met Marcus first, she wondered if she would be the happiest."I know we weren't meant to be, but I didn't expect you'd go away from me like this," she sobbed.She chugged the alcohol and threw the bottle at the huge wedding portrait on her wall.Glaring at Gerald's image in the portrait, she yelled, "You only threatened my previous lovers. Why now kill the one I truly love?" She cried loudly, feeling suffocated. Even if she suspected Gerald behind Marcus's death, she couldn't punish him at all,
As soon as Marcus returned home from the funeral, he hurriedly searched for Gregory William’s things that he had previously ignored.“I know it’s here somewhere,” he muttered, leaning down to the vault underneath the floor and searching for the documents he had discarded long ago.“Oh, here they are,” he said with a grin. He then groaned as his body reminded him of the pain, urging him to rest, but he immediately shrugged it off. Ignoring the late hour, he quickly called Michael’s number.“Assh*le! Do you know what time it is?” Michael exclaimed.“It’s 3 AM,” Marcus responded reluctantly. Michael snapped and hung up. Marcus dialed his number again and was yelled at once more.“What do you want, bastard?”“Why are you yelling at me when I called for your sake? You’re breaking my heart,” Marcus said sarcastically.This reminded Michael that he should treat Gregory William better, as he was the one who would decide who would be the next chairman.“I was half asleep. What did you call fo
Marcus leaned back in his chair, satisfied with his conversation with Michael. However, he knew that Michael would handle the issue internally to avoid damaging the William Group's stock value.“He’ll probably just go straight to the chairman to ruin his brother’s image, but I’m sure he’ll never humiliate him in public,” he muttered to himself.Marcus had a different plan in mind—one that would ensure Reyster Sebastian received the humiliation he deserved. For this, he needed the help of Jesse Harp William, Gerald’s wife and the CEO of Harp Media.He dialed Jesse's number and was surprised when she immediately answered, despite it being so early in the morning.“Hello?” Jesse’s groggy voice came through the line. “Marcus?”Marcus almost forgot how to breathe as soon as Jesse called his real name. He felt relieved when he heard her crying as she breathed into the phone.“Are you calling from heaven?” she sobbed.“What the heck? She’s grieving for my death?” he mused inwardly, surprised
At eight in the morning, the air was still peaceful in Aurora. The only news that had broken was about Reyster's bullying, which didn’t really matter to the William family. Specifically, for the chairman, it was insignificant.However, not for the eldest son.Michael William, anxiously paced back and forth in front of his father's office, waiting to be let in.“If only he wasn’t important right now, I’d just kill him rather than do this,” he muttered nervously.He scowled, thinking about how Gregory William almost discovered his misdeeds and jeopardized his extra funds.“Lucky he didn’t find out it was me. I’d be doomed if he went straight to Father,” he said with relief.He glared at the office door, determined to fix everything and secure his path to succession.“Make it direct and short,” Simon Cheng, the chairman's close associate and secretary, commanded, but Michael no longer regarded him with respect.“You don’t tell me what to do. Aren’t you ashamed to still hang around here a
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