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A man with a cold, fierce face entered a VIP room at one of the finest restaurants. The atmosphere in the room was already thick with an invisible tension."Finally, you’ve arrived. You made me wait too long," Vincenzo said, his voice low and sharp, as though there was no room for tolerance. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke calmly, as if savoring the tension that hung in the air.The room was deliberately dimmed. Only the soft glow of the lights reflected off the glossy black table surface, casting dark shadows around them."I had to secure the situation before coming here," Ernest replied briefly, his tone calculated, as he sat across from Vincenzo with a watchful demeanor."Did you bring what I asked for?" Ernest asked, his voice more of a command than a request."Sure," Vincenzo said, pushing a red folder across the table toward Ernest, as if delivering something of great value. "Here’s the official inheritance letter Raymond created, along with a sample o
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Alexis placed two cups in front of Vincenzo and Zelle, who were shamelessly indulging in their affection. He tried to stay calm, even though his heart shattered every time they flaunted their romance right in front of him. Alexis couldn’t shake off the pain etched deep in his heart from Zelle’s betrayal, even though their relationship had ended long ago. 'Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, because soon it will all be over,' Alexis thought, averting his gaze as he turned to leave the room. “Who told you to leave?” Vincenzo suddenly barked. “What else do you want, Mr. Vincenzo?” Alexis forced a polite smile, masking the fury bubbling within him. “Kneel,” Vincenzo commanded without a shred of emotion. Alexis froze, a deep frown forming on his face. “Hurry up and do it!” Vincenzo snapped, his tone dripping with intimidation. Despite his confusion, Alexis obeyed. He knelt, allowing his pride to be trampled upon for the sake of his plan. “Now put this on.” Vincenzo tosse
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Alexis parked his old motorbike in front of the Mega Hotel gate and approached the doorman. He frowned as he noticed the flood of guests arriving in luxurious cars of various brands, dressed in tuxedos and expensive dresses. "Is there an event happening?" Alexis guessed. Fortunately, he decided to disguise himself as a pizza deliveryman—just in case the killer was lurking nearby without his knowledge. "Sorry, you're not allowed in," the security guard blocked him. "I don't have time for this. I need to deliver this pizza while it's still hot." "Stop pretending to be busy. Beggars aren’t allowed here." "Beggars?" Alexis was slightly offended, but he held back, refusing to respond in public. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call. "Alexis?" Alexis was startled and turned toward the owner of the voice. "What are you doing here?" His face darkened as he saw a blonde-haired woman and a man walking toward him, hand in hand, looking perfectly
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Two Hours Earlier. “I want to reserve the VIP restaurant and a hotel room for tonight,” Alexis said with an authoritative tone. “I’m sorry, Sir, but the restaurant has already been booked by Zelle Cornell for this evening.” “Zelle?” Alexis’s jaw tightened at the mention of that name. His annoyance deepened as he recalled their earlier treatment of him. “Cancel it,” Alexis demanded, his voice cold and sharp. “I’ll pay triple the price.” The receptionist hesitated. “Did you hear me?” Alexis asked, lowering his voice but amplifying the threat. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know who you are, but Zelle Cornell is the fiancée of Vincenzo, the wealthiest man in the USA. We cannot cancel her reservation. Furthermore, Mega Corp is one of Morris Corp’s key partners.” Alexis clenched his fists. The irony was suffocating. He was the rightful heir to Morris Corp but couldn’t openly enjoy or claim his position. “I am the *true* heir to Morris Corp!” Alexis snapped without think
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“Why did you call me, huh? I’m busy,” Vincenzo snapped, irritation lacing his voice. His sharp gaze locked onto the officer sitting across from him. His pride felt trampled—someone like him being treated like a lowly criminal. “My team and I are investigating the shooter who targeted Mr. Raymond,” the officer replied calmly, unfazed by the tension thickening in the room. “So why call me? Are you suspecting me?” Vincenzo scoffed, his jaw tightening. “No. We just need your statement since you were the last person to communicate with him.” Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed. He rose from his seat, his piercing stare capable of unsettling even the toughest of men. “I don’t have time for this nonsense! You’re wasting my time! Are you tired of living, huh?!” The officer stiffened slightly, sensing the sheer menace radiating from Vincenzo. THUD!As he turned away, his steps halted. His phone vibrated in his pocket. The name "Zelle" flashed on the screen. “Hello—” “W-Where are you?”
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Vivien’s pupils trembled as she read the message that had just popped up on her phone. “What’s wrong, Vivien?” Alexis asked again, concern evident in his voice. He was baffled by his assistant’s shocked and fearful expression. When Vivien remained frozen, refusing to answer, Alexis took the phone from her hand. His brows furrowed as he read the message. [If you fail to find out who Marie’s partnership is, I’ll fire you! I swear your father will pay for your mistakes!] “Bastard!” Alexis cursed, his body shaking with rage. “How dare he threaten you by using Raymond!” “W-what should I do, Young Master?” Vivien’s voice wavered, thick with fear and sorrow, though she tried to remain strong. “I can’t let Vincenzo hurt my father. But if I get fired, your plan will fall apart. I also can’t reveal your identity.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry. He won’t get away with this. If he dares to touch you or your father, I’ll cut off his damn head!” Alexis vowed. *
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"Where's my tuxedo, damn it?!" a man with an arrogant face shouted furiously in his room. His voice boomed loudly, echoing beyond the room. Alexis stumbled forward, clutching a cane to guide his steps as he was blind. Approaching the man, who was around 55 years old, Alexis handed over the tuxedo. "Here's your tuxedo, Mr. Howard Cornell," Alexis said, his blonde hair catching the faint light, holding the neatly hung tuxedo out. "You're so slow!" Howard snatched it roughly, glanced at it, then threw it back at Alexis' face. "You idiot! This isn't the navy tuxedo I told you to clean, damn it! I told you to clean the black one!" Alexis trembled. "I-I'm sorry, Dad I'll prepare it—" "You're useless!" Howard shouted, kicking Alexis' cane away, sending it skidding far across the room. He stormed off, leaving Alexis behind in a storm of rage. Alexis took a deep breath, trying to hold back his frustration. He had endured humiliation nearly every moment in this house. He knelt down
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Lenora stared at Alexis sharply, hoping he still remembered her threat earlier that morning that she wouldn’t hesitate to throw him out if he revealed his status to Vincenzo. "Why are you asking me that, Mom? I’m Zelle’s husband," Alexis said, trying to stay polite, even though anger boiled inside him. He didn’t mind being treated like a servant by his in-laws, but he couldn’t accept them giving Zelle to another man. Earlier, Lenora had ordered Alexis to hide his marital status from the Morris family, claiming it would help Zelle secure a business contract with Vincenzo. Without much thought, Alexis agreed because he loved Zelle and wanted to support her dreams. However, he never imagined the way they intended to secure the contract was by making Zelle Vincenzo’s lover. The realization broke Alexis’ heart. He had spent so much effort helping Zelle and the Cornell family, only to welcome her affair. "Mom?" Vincenzo repeated, his eyebrows furrowed. "Did I hear that right? Did
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Vivien’s pupils trembled as she read the message that had just popped up on her phone. “What’s wrong, Vivien?” Alexis asked again, concern evident in his voice. He was baffled by his assistant’s shocked and fearful expression. When Vivien remained frozen, refusing to answer, Alexis took the phone from her hand. His brows furrowed as he read the message. [If you fail to find out who Marie’s partnership is, I’ll fire you! I swear your father will pay for your mistakes!] “Bastard!” Alexis cursed, his body shaking with rage. “How dare he threaten you by using Raymond!” “W-what should I do, Young Master?” Vivien’s voice wavered, thick with fear and sorrow, though she tried to remain strong. “I can’t let Vincenzo hurt my father. But if I get fired, your plan will fall apart. I also can’t reveal your identity.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry. He won’t get away with this. If he dares to touch you or your father, I’ll cut off his damn head!” Alexis vowed. *
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“Why did you call me, huh? I’m busy,” Vincenzo snapped, irritation lacing his voice. His sharp gaze locked onto the officer sitting across from him. His pride felt trampled—someone like him being treated like a lowly criminal. “My team and I are investigating the shooter who targeted Mr. Raymond,” the officer replied calmly, unfazed by the tension thickening in the room. “So why call me? Are you suspecting me?” Vincenzo scoffed, his jaw tightening. “No. We just need your statement since you were the last person to communicate with him.” Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed. He rose from his seat, his piercing stare capable of unsettling even the toughest of men. “I don’t have time for this nonsense! You’re wasting my time! Are you tired of living, huh?!” The officer stiffened slightly, sensing the sheer menace radiating from Vincenzo. THUD!As he turned away, his steps halted. His phone vibrated in his pocket. The name "Zelle" flashed on the screen. “Hello—” “W-Where are you?”
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Two Hours Earlier. “I want to reserve the VIP restaurant and a hotel room for tonight,” Alexis said with an authoritative tone. “I’m sorry, Sir, but the restaurant has already been booked by Zelle Cornell for this evening.” “Zelle?” Alexis’s jaw tightened at the mention of that name. His annoyance deepened as he recalled their earlier treatment of him. “Cancel it,” Alexis demanded, his voice cold and sharp. “I’ll pay triple the price.” The receptionist hesitated. “Did you hear me?” Alexis asked, lowering his voice but amplifying the threat. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know who you are, but Zelle Cornell is the fiancée of Vincenzo, the wealthiest man in the USA. We cannot cancel her reservation. Furthermore, Mega Corp is one of Morris Corp’s key partners.” Alexis clenched his fists. The irony was suffocating. He was the rightful heir to Morris Corp but couldn’t openly enjoy or claim his position. “I am the *true* heir to Morris Corp!” Alexis snapped without think
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Alexis parked his old motorbike in front of the Mega Hotel gate and approached the doorman. He frowned as he noticed the flood of guests arriving in luxurious cars of various brands, dressed in tuxedos and expensive dresses. "Is there an event happening?" Alexis guessed. Fortunately, he decided to disguise himself as a pizza deliveryman—just in case the killer was lurking nearby without his knowledge. "Sorry, you're not allowed in," the security guard blocked him. "I don't have time for this. I need to deliver this pizza while it's still hot." "Stop pretending to be busy. Beggars aren’t allowed here." "Beggars?" Alexis was slightly offended, but he held back, refusing to respond in public. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call. "Alexis?" Alexis was startled and turned toward the owner of the voice. "What are you doing here?" His face darkened as he saw a blonde-haired woman and a man walking toward him, hand in hand, looking perfectly
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Alexis placed two cups in front of Vincenzo and Zelle, who were shamelessly indulging in their affection. He tried to stay calm, even though his heart shattered every time they flaunted their romance right in front of him. Alexis couldn’t shake off the pain etched deep in his heart from Zelle’s betrayal, even though their relationship had ended long ago. 'Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, because soon it will all be over,' Alexis thought, averting his gaze as he turned to leave the room. “Who told you to leave?” Vincenzo suddenly barked. “What else do you want, Mr. Vincenzo?” Alexis forced a polite smile, masking the fury bubbling within him. “Kneel,” Vincenzo commanded without a shred of emotion. Alexis froze, a deep frown forming on his face. “Hurry up and do it!” Vincenzo snapped, his tone dripping with intimidation. Despite his confusion, Alexis obeyed. He knelt, allowing his pride to be trampled upon for the sake of his plan. “Now put this on.” Vincenzo tosse
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A man with a cold, fierce face entered a VIP room at one of the finest restaurants. The atmosphere in the room was already thick with an invisible tension."Finally, you’ve arrived. You made me wait too long," Vincenzo said, his voice low and sharp, as though there was no room for tolerance. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke calmly, as if savoring the tension that hung in the air.The room was deliberately dimmed. Only the soft glow of the lights reflected off the glossy black table surface, casting dark shadows around them."I had to secure the situation before coming here," Ernest replied briefly, his tone calculated, as he sat across from Vincenzo with a watchful demeanor."Did you bring what I asked for?" Ernest asked, his voice more of a command than a request."Sure," Vincenzo said, pushing a red folder across the table toward Ernest, as if delivering something of great value. "Here’s the official inheritance letter Raymond created, along with a sample o
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"FUCK! Failure again!" The sound of shattering glass echoed as Vincenzo brutally knocked over the table in front of him. His face was flushed with rage. The room, once full of guests, was now silent, leaving only scattered glass shards and the awkward Cornell family.Zelle and her family exchanged glances. Disappointment was veiled behind their fake expressions of concern. They hadn’t been able to exploit Vincenzo’s wealth this time, but pretending to be a caring family was a duty they had to fulfill."Calm down, Vincenzo," Helen stepped forward, trying to salvage the situation. Her thin smile attempted to soothe him. "I'm sure Raymond must have a reason for not showing up."Vincenzo turned sharply, his eyes piercing through Helen. "A reason? Another piece of nonsense like that, I swear, I will destroy anyone who dares to stand in my way!"Everyone’s eyes were on Vincenzo as his fury boiled over. No one dared to oppose him. After taking a heavy breath, he grabbed his coat and left w
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“Congratulations, Vincenzo. Soon, you’ll officially become the richest man in the USA,” said a 55-year-old man as he shook Vincenzo’s hand. “Thank you very much,” Vincenzo replied confidently, flashing a smile as he shook hands with each distinguished guest approaching him. Meanwhile, Zelle stood elegantly by his side in a figure-hugging red dress that highlighted her flawless curves. Her poised demeanor and stunning appearance exuded sophistication, solidifying her image as the partner of the future heir to Morris Corp. “She’s incredibly lucky,” one woman whispered to her companion. “Her life will change completely once Vincenzo is officially named the heir.” The elegant atmosphere abruptly shifted as a man entered the room. His commanding presence drew every gaze, and the weight of his steps made a statement. “Who is he?” the guests murmured. Although they were all part of the elite, none seemed to recognize the mysterious man. Vincenzo’s expression darkened instantly. Anger si
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"Are you sure you’re going to marry Mikaela, young master?" Raymond's voice came through Alexis’s phone. "Yes." Alexis glanced at Mikaela, who was sound asleep on his bed. They were currently staying at Carlos's orphanage—Alexis’s childhood home—since bringing her to his mansion was out of the question. "But she and her family insulted you." Alexis chuckled slyly. "I'm not marrying her without a reason, Raymond. This is all part of my revenge plan." "What’s your plan, Mr. Alexis? Allow me to assist you." "You’ll know soon enou—" "Tsk! You’re so noisy, Alexis," Mikaela grumbled, her voice groggy as she rubbed her eyes. "Who are you talking to, huh?" "I’m applying for a job." "This late at night? Seriously?" "It’s already morning, Miss." Alexis chuckled at her confusion. "Really?" Mikaela’s eyes widened as she pulled back the curtains. "Oh my God! I’m late!" She jumped out of bed and hurried to the door, grabbing her scarf along the way. "Late for what?" Alexis fol
