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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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Vincenzo grinned with satisfaction as he stared at the forged signature of Raymond carved on his grandfather’s will.“Finally, I’ve taken full control of Grandpa’s fortune! No one can stop me now, not even that damn Raymond!”The man who had helped him forge the signature gave him a smug smile. “My job here is done. Congratulations on your success, Boss.”“You deserve a bonus for this. Hold on a sec.” Vincenzo signaled with a flick of his finger. Three men in black suits, wearing Bluetooth earpieces, walked in carrying three suitcases filled with cash.“Pleasure doing business with you,” Vincenzo said, still grinning.After the man left, Vincenzo called his assistant, Vivien.“Tomorrow, I want you to arrange a grand inauguration ceremony. Make sure you invite all the media, the top business families, and the biggest celebrities. They all need to witness the moment I’m officially named the heir of Morris Corp and crowned the richest man in the world!” He chuckled arrogantly, taking a l
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Vincenzo growled in fury, but he didn’t dare go against Mateo. He was terrified the man would spill his secrets.“Damn it! This is such a mess!”“What are you still standing there for?” one of the guests sneered. “Get lost! You don’t belong here!”Laughter erupted.Vincenzo’s fists clenched tightly. In his entire life, he’d never been humiliated like this.“No! This is a lie! You bastards!”THUD!Mateo stumbled back as Vincenzo’s fist slammed into his face.“You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my master!”Four of Mateo’s bodyguards instantly retaliated, beating Vincenzo to the ground. Female guests screamed in terror, while the men stood frozen, tension stiffening their jaws.No one dared intervene—not when it came to the rightful heir of Morris Corp.“What the hell are you all doing?! Help me!” Vincenzo roared at his own men, who stood rooted in fear.The head bodyguard looked down at him coldly, unaffected by his bruises. “If you’re not the heir to Morris Corp, then you’re just
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Alexis cast a sidelong glance at Vivien, who kept admiring the watch Aaron had given her, an irritated look flickering across his face. It only got worse when she couldn’t stop smiling at it.“I want to buy that watch,” Alexis said coolly, snapping Vivien out of her thoughts.“I’m sorry, Young Master… what do you mean?”“I’ll give you something far better—more elegant, more expensive. But in return, you’ll have to give that watch to your friend as a birthday gift. We don’t have time to shop for another one.”Vivien paused, clearly considering it.“Well?” Alexis asked, his tone soft but firm.“Alright.” Vivien smiled, unable to defy her boss’s order.Alexis felt a small surge of satisfaction. He didn’t like the idea of Aaron using that watch to get close to Vivien—or to impress her. As a man himself, he could see through Aaron’s little game.Half an hour later, they arrived at one of the trendiest cafés in town, popular among the younger crowd.“Didn’t you say your friend was throwing
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The more Alexis was challenged, the more determined he became to slap the truth in everyone's face—that he could buy every watch in this store if he wanted to.He strode toward the counter with confidence, but Vivien quickly grabbed his arm. “Alexis, please. If you do this, Selina will make it go viral. She loves spreading rumors, real or not. And if that happens, it won’t take long for the mafia to figure out who you are.”“But—”“I’m begging you, don’t let my father’s sacrifice, or mine, be in vain.” Her voice trembled as her eyes glistened with tears.Alexis let out a heavy sigh. He could never stand seeing her like this.“Alright… whatever you want,” he relented.Vivien bowed deeply to everyone around them. “We apologize for the unnecessary scene. We’re leaving now.”Just as they stepped toward the door, an alarm blared.They froze.Selina smirked silently. Her plan had worked.“Just like I said—she’s a thief.”“How dare you! Security!”The guards rushed over and searched Vivien’s
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Vincenzo growled in fury, but he didn’t dare go against Mateo. He was terrified the man would spill his secrets.“Damn it! This is such a mess!”“What are you still standing there for?” one of the guests sneered. “Get lost! You don’t belong here!”Laughter erupted.Vincenzo’s fists clenched tightly. In his entire life, he’d never been humiliated like this.“No! This is a lie! You bastards!”THUD!Mateo stumbled back as Vincenzo’s fist slammed into his face.“You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my master!”Four of Mateo’s bodyguards instantly retaliated, beating Vincenzo to the ground. Female guests screamed in terror, while the men stood frozen, tension stiffening their jaws.No one dared intervene—not when it came to the rightful heir of Morris Corp.“What the hell are you all doing?! Help me!” Vincenzo roared at his own men, who stood rooted in fear.The head bodyguard looked down at him coldly, unaffected by his bruises. “If you’re not the heir to Morris Corp, then you’re just
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Vincenzo grinned with satisfaction as he stared at the forged signature of Raymond carved on his grandfather’s will.“Finally, I’ve taken full control of Grandpa’s fortune! No one can stop me now, not even that damn Raymond!”The man who had helped him forge the signature gave him a smug smile. “My job here is done. Congratulations on your success, Boss.”“You deserve a bonus for this. Hold on a sec.” Vincenzo signaled with a flick of his finger. Three men in black suits, wearing Bluetooth earpieces, walked in carrying three suitcases filled with cash.“Pleasure doing business with you,” Vincenzo said, still grinning.After the man left, Vincenzo called his assistant, Vivien.“Tomorrow, I want you to arrange a grand inauguration ceremony. Make sure you invite all the media, the top business families, and the biggest celebrities. They all need to witness the moment I’m officially named the heir of Morris Corp and crowned the richest man in the world!” He chuckled arrogantly, taking a l
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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
