"Mr Powell, don't get grandma so worked up. It's fine if you don't want to talk about whoever you—" Jed led grandma Powell to a bench."My sister. Don't mention her. Anyone that ran away from one's family for years without looking back doesn't deserve to be family.""Harry, don't be so mean," His words made the grandma upset as her eyes dimmed with tears.Jed silently noted whoever Mr Powell's sister was must have been important to the old madam. Why did she run away... Jed didn't think intruding too much would be acceptable but he knew now her running away from home must have hurt Mr Powell so much that he doesn't even want to talk about her."Grandma, I'll be sad if you are sad. I came all the way today just to visit you?"His words made grandma Powell guilty and a smile appeared on her wrinkled face. "Boy, you are such a sweet talker. I want to go for a walk. Come. I'll show you the beautiful flowers I have planted myself in this garden."With this, Jed led the old woman. Hand in
Powell's HQR"Mr Drake, you have guests," A secretary walked in to inform the CEO who was sitting in front of a computer with a pair of glasses on his face.Drake didn't look up or respond. He only flicked his fingers indicating for the guests to be led in.The secretary nodded and stepped out. When the door reopened, he finally looked up. His eyes glazed with surprise at his august visitors. He stepped away from the computer and dropped his glasses."What a pleasant surprise," He turned to signal to the secretary to bring up refreshments.As he motioned to Jack to have a seat, he stretched out his hand for a handshake."To what do I owe this special visit? Welcome back."Jack smiled, accepted his handshake and looked around the office. "I can see why you are number one. The interior design is topnotch."Drake's face softened with a smile and he shrugged, "Young master Jetti really knows how to joke around a lot. If you want, I can direct the team of designers that di
"Dad, I have some important work later which I cannot cancel or postpone so count me out," Drake's face was distraught with annoyance."I can tell you are lying. You are the boss and you can easily handle any work.""Dad," Drake got exasperated. He clutched the handle of his swiveling chair tightly. "What makes you think I'll really go to dinner with Jed? He and I are archenemies."Jack's ears perked up upon hearing that name. What could that little brother of his be up to now?Why would he invite the Powell's to dinner?"Drake," Harry's tone turned stern. "If you don't come home tonight, you know what I can do. Those shares of mine that are still in the company aren't for an act."Drake gritted and clutched the phone tightly. Although he is the CEO of their family business, his father still remains the chairman and the old man possesses a fair amount of shares that could make him wary."I'll be there."Jack's eyes flashed fiercely when he heard this. Drake looked clearly unwilling, w
"Mmph!"Liana thought he was distracted and leaned in to steal a kiss but at the last minute to her disappointment, his large palm blocked her lips.Jed could feel her pout beneath his palm so he smiled and removed it before pulling her towards him tightly and kissing her till she was out of breath.Her face was as flushed as a beetroot red. He smiled and kissed her swollen lips again before looking down lovingly to tell her,"Don't play around. We'll be at Powell's residence soon and we have to be on our best behavior.""Okay," Liana nodded with an innocent look. "I'll try to remember that."Jed chuckled, shaking his head helplessly. As the car continued the journey, he couldn't help thinking of Vendetta's words.What was it trying to insinuate by stating the members of the Powell's are six instead of five? Could it be experiencing a glitch?"Sir, we are here."After some time, the car came to a stop in front of the magnificent Powell's family residence.Jed got out and led Liana in.
The entire Powell family was left dumbfounded by the unexpected twist. Mr. Harry, the patriarch, spoke up, his voice strained with disbelief, "Selena Morgan? That's my sister." The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by Mrs. Powell's sharp intake of breath. "What!!!" Her eyes widened with shock and remorse. She had, unknowingly, harbored resentment toward her best friend's child for years. Mrs. Powell, her voice quivering, admitted, "Selena and I were best friends. I never knew... I never realized Estelle was her daughter yet I've unintentionally harbored this hatred towards her all this while." The room buzzed with mixed feelings. Joy and confusion lingering in the air. The family felt heavy with the surprising news, trying to understand the mix of feelings and the complicated connections that had just been revealed. Drake, still grappling with the newfound knowledge that Jed was his biological cousin, couldn't shake the conflicting emotions. As he observed the joyous
Jedidiah held a stack of ruined papers in one hand and a squeezed coffee cup in the other with a look of horror on his face. He was returning from the breakroom with the cup of coffee he had gone to get and the documents he was asked to scan when someone bumped into him, causing most of the cup’s contents to spill on the documents.“Are you blind?” the guy that bumped into Jed scoffed instead of apologizing. “Do you know how much this designer shirt costs?”Jedidiah didn’t hear all these as he frantically tried to wipe off the stain on the papers. He couldn’t imagine how much trouble he would get into. But the guy thought Jed was ignoring him and got pissed off. He reached out and grabbed the papers before throwing them down.“It was you who bumped into me first and you should be apologizing,” Jed snapped, looking at the completely ruined papers helplessly.“How dare you talk back to me?”Jed finally looked up and realized the guy he had been arguing with is the company’s Casanova, Ma
Jed was certain he could get home on time before the rain start but just as he came out on a deserted street, he came upon a scene he’d never imagined to see in his wildest dreams. He’d thought they only ever happen on radios and television. How unfortunate can he be?“Please, don’t pull the trigger. I will pay you even more than whoever hired you to kill me paid,” A middle-aged man in a now soiled silver tuxedo pleaded on his knees. Five masked hoodlums were surrounding him with guns in their hands.Jedidiah should have taken this moment to flee from there and pretend he didn’t see anything but he panicked for the old man. He brought out an old mobile and called someone.Meanwhile, the old man’s assailants all laughed. “Our loyalty can’t be bought with money. Besides, your son paid us enough to make sure we do a clean job without leaving behind any traces.”One could even feel the painful look of betrayal that spread out on the man’s face like he couldn’t believe his own son had plann
“I am one of a kind and only serve one purpose. That is to enable my users to earn their well-deserved revenge. While you were dying, your strong sense of grievance and vengeance triggered my activation. In order to save you, I had your soul transmigrated here, a different part of Philadelphia you never knew existed and into this body which used to belong to one Jedidiah Jetti,” the system narrated. Jed was surprised to find out the original owner of this body bears the same name as him.Before he could ask any questions, Vendetta continued, “System found this body a suitable vessel for you because yours and the original host’s fates are quite similar. Before his demise, Jedidiah used to be an orphan like you after his only parent, his mother, died of a strange mental illness. The boy would have been thrown on the streets if someone had not anonymously recommended him to this prestigious academy, Elites High, earning him an automatic scholarship.”Jed looked at the screen eagerly when