RICHARD'S POVI stood at the reception, tapping my fingers against the counter, waiting for the receptionist to process my entrance fee. But my mind was anticipating the reactions of my stepbrothers, Jonathan and William.The receptionist looked up from her computer. "Hold on a moment, Mr. Richard. Just processing your entry."From behind me, I could hear Jonathan and William losing their shit. They were at the gate now, ranting and banging on it like maniacs. I turned slightly to catch a glimpse of their red faces. They were furious."Hey! Let us in! This is a goddamn joke!" Jonathan's voice was a mix of anger and desperation."Yeah, you can't do this! We have rights!" William added, his fists pounding against the metal gate.The receptionist glanced at them and sighed, clearly annoyed. "If you two don't stop, I'll have you arrested. And if you don’t have the money, you can leave."I couldn't help but chuckle at the look of disbelief on their faces. Their eyes widened, and they exch
RICHARDS’S POVI stood there, a bit nervous, as the man stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He clearly didn't expect someone like me to come up to him with such a proposition. His lips pressed into a thin line, and I could see the tension in his jaw.His bodyguards, hefty men with muscles like boulders, stepped forward, ready to throw me out their sight. But the man, their boss, held up a hand."Wait," he ordered, his voice calm but firm. "Why do you think you can cure my daughter?" I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "I have special gifts," I replied, my voice unwavering. "I can help her."The man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism clear. "Special gifts, huh? You're saying that you are better than the best doctors money can buy?”I nodded, but kept my mouth shut.“My daughter has been in excruciating pain for days. The best doctors in the world haven't been able to help her. What makes you think you can?""I assure you," I said, meeting his gaze, "I will cure her."He st
RICHARD'S POV I took a deep breath, ready to start the examination, when suddenly the door burst open.BANG! The sound echoed through the small room, startling everyone. I turned to see a tall man storming in, his eyes blazing with urgency. Beside him was another man, clearly a doctor, carrying a large kit brimming with medical supplies. This must be the brother of the sick girl, the resemblance was very clear.He didn’t even glance at me as he strode forward. “Step aside,” he commanded, his voice booming. “Mother, I’ve found the best doctor in the city. He will cure Cathy.”I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the force of his entry. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Your father asked me to come,” I said, trying to sound assertive.The man finally turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing as he took me in. He sneered, his gaze dropping to my empty hands. “Why does a doctor like you look like that?” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. “Where’s your medical
RICHARD'S POVI couldn't help it. The laughter had burst out of me, uncontrollable and loud. The doctor whipped around, his face a mask of irritation. "What's so funny?" he snapped, his voice dripping with condescension.I wiped a tear from my eye, trying to catch my breath. "You...you've got it all wrong," I managed to say between chuckles.His face turned red, the veins on his neck bulging. "Wrong?" he spat out the word like it tasted bad. "Do you know who I am? I'm the one and only Dr. Marshall, and I've been a doctor for twenty years. I know the symptoms when I see them."I straightened up, my laughter fading but a smirk still playing on my lips. "Twenty years, huh? Impressive. But it doesn't change the fact that you're wrong."Dr. Marshall's eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Show me your medical degree or shut up," he said, his voice low and dangerous.The room fell silent.The sick girl's brother stepped forward, his face now pale and worried. "Richard, please
RICHARD'S POVThe young girl lay on the bed, her face twisted in pain. I could feel the eyes of her family boring into me, a mix of hope and doubt. I took a deep breath, activating the system within me. This was it. Time to prove myself."Alright," I said, my voice steady, "I'll heal her. But I need some things first."The family looked at me, clearly confused. I could see the questions in their eyes, but they stayed silent, waiting for me to continue."I need you to boil vinegar and mix it with hot water. Quickly."There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, the mother spoke up, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Vinegar? Are you sure?"I nodded firmly. "Yes. Trust me. It's part of the process."She hesitated, glancing at her son and then at the girl, her daughter who let out a soft whimper. The brother clutched his sister's hand tightly, his knuckles white."Please," I urged, "she's in pain. The sooner we start, the better."The brother finally nodded and hurried out of the room. T
Richard’s POVI took a deep breath and smiled, feeling that familiar rush of anticipation. "You know what, Dennis? Count me in. I want to join the business consortium."Dennis raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "Well, well, look who’s stepping into the big leagues. Richard, you never told me your other names… Richard?""I'm Richard," I said, extending my hand. "Richard Thorne."Dennis paused for a moment, a look of curiosity crossing his face. "Thorne, huh? I’ve heard of an Archibald Thorne. Any relation?"I couldn’t help but chuckle. "You could say that. Archibald is my father."Dennis let out a low whistle. "The Archibald Thorne? The one they call the 'Corporate Shark'?"I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, that's him. But I prefer to think of him as Dad."Dennis laughed, a hearty, genuine sound. "Well, Richard, you've got some big shoes to fill. Your father's reputation precedes him, but not much else. He’s a bit of a legend in these parts.""A legend, huh?" I said, leaning aga
RICHARD’S POV trudged up the cobblestone path to my father's villa, excited to give him the great news of my latest accomplishment—securing a membership into the consortium. I could hear Jonathan and William’s voices even before I reached the door, their complaints echoing through the open windows. Wonderful, just what I needed.As I stepped inside, I could see them in the sitting room, whining to Dad.“Come on, Dad, we need the money for the business consortium headquarters entrance fee,” Jonathan was saying, his tone almost whiny.William chimed in, “Yeah, it’s not like we’re asking for much. Just a little investment in our future.”Dad shook his head firmly. “I’ve told you both already, I’m not giving you any more money. You need to learn to stand on your own two feet.”I decided it was time to make my presence known. I walked in, trying to hide my amusement. “Hey there, family.”Jonathan’s head whipped around, and he glared at me. “Who let you in, Richard? Can’t you see we’re ha
RICHARD’S POV I walked briskly down the crowded sidewalk, dodging people with the ease of long practice. The city’s evening rush hour, as usual, was filled with car horns and agitated voices, but I was in too good a mood to let it bother me today. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a notification from the Ultra system.“You have 24 hours to spend another $3 million,” the message read.I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. A few people glanced at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. This is going to be fun. I started mentally listing the most outrageous things I could buy. A yacht? A private island? Maybe I’ll just buy a fleet of sports cars and give them away to strangers.As I turned the corner onto my street, my thoughts faded. I spotted my mother standing outside our apartment building, surrounded by a depressing assortment of our belongings. My heart sank. This can’t be good.“Mom?” I called out as I jogged over to her. “What’s going on?”She looked up, he