“Aargh!” Liam roared as he threw different objects against the wall of his room. He was very furious at the fact that Adrian had married Anita Davies, but even more so, he was angry at himself for rejecting her. He should have asked to meet her in person first before concluding that she was ugly. He continued throwing things across the wall and the noise alerted the attention of his mother, Tatiana Davies who rushed in to see what was going on.“Son!” she exclaimed, taking in the wreckage of Liam’s room with shocked eyes before rushing to his side. “What in heaven's name is going on? Why are you so angry?”Liam spun around to face her, his chest heaving. “It's because of that bastard beggar," he spat through gritted teeth. "He stole my woman from me. I can't believe it. It's unacceptable!”Tatiana’s brows furrowed in thought. She knew exactly who Liam was referring to. “How is that possible?” She questioned, her voice laced with disdain. “I thought he had married that ugly granddaugh
Frustration and irritation settled deep within Anita’s bones, her mother seemed to care more about their status than her own daughter’s feelings. “Mom, I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she said in a drained voice. “Adrian is my husband, and we are not getting a divorce, that’s final. Stop crying over spilled milk.” “I will never accept him as my son-in-law.” Regina huffed stubbornly as she rose from the sofa. Too annoying!” She shot Adrian a disapproving look before storming out of the room. “Well, that went well.” Adrian remarked sarcastically, after a moment of awkward silence. Anita offered him a small, tired smile. “Don’t worry about my mother and don’t take her insults seriously. That’s just how she is. When my dad returns from his trip, he would talk some sense into her. He is the more reasonable one.” Adrian nodded, appreciating her attempt to comfort him. Deep down, he wasn’t really bothered about Regina’s prejudice towards him. “By the way,” Adrian asked, hi
Seeing as Mr. Ben was unconscious, Adrian, who only sported a small cut at the side of his face, whipped out his phone and called the emergency services. Before long the sirens signaling their arrival blared in the distance and Adrian whispered assuringly to an unconscious Mr. Ben, “Hold on for just a bit longer, help is on the way.At the hospital, Mr. Ben was wheeled to the intensive care unit while Adrian quickly went to see his mother before her surgery began.Immediately his mother Irene, saw him looking pale and disheveled, she slowly sat up on her bed as her brows pinched in concern. “Did something happen? You look shaken.”Adrian crouched next to her as he took her frail hands in his. “I got into a car accident on my way here.” Irene’s eyes instantly widened and she squeezed his hands as she frantically searched his face and body for any injuries. When her eyes zeroed in on the cut at the side of his head her eyes welled up with tears. “My son,” she choked out as she lightly
Adrian frowned at Clyde’s preposterous demand. “I won’t do that.” He stated firmly. “Neither I nor the cab driver caused the accident. It was all as a result of Ashley’s careless driving.” Clyde’s face twisted into a sneer. “Don’t go too far, bumpkin!” He warned. “ I wasn’t giving you a choice to apologize. It was an order. Now do as I said or you’ll regret it.” “Stop now, Clyde. It’s enough!” Ashley fumed, frustration coursing through her veins like a tidal wave. “I know you are trying to defend me, but blaming innocent people is wrong.” Clyde was incredibly annoyed that Ashley was taking Adrian’s side. This made his hatred towards Adrian fester by the second. He needed to prove his dominance, not just to Adrian, but to Ashley as well. “Ash, don't you understand that I'm doing this for you? He needs to apologize, innocent or not!” He spat the words out, his voice leaving no room for argument. Clyde glared back at Adrian. “This is your last chance to apologize. If you refuse again
A feeling of unease crept up Bryce’s spine as he saw the caller Id of his ringing phone—It was Jonah Leigh, the Young family Butler. His hand fidgeted slightly as he raised the phone to his ear. Immediately, Jonah’s low and stern voice echoed through the receiver. “Bryce Stevens, what did you do to anger the Young Master? He has ordered me to fire you from the position of CEO and you know his word is law! On that note, going forward, you seize to be the CEO of Fortgate Security Services. Goodbye!” Jonah ended the call and Bryce Stevens was rendered speechless as all the color drained from his face. He gaped at Adrian in panic. How had he failed to realize that Adrian was the Young Master, his boss. Clyde, on the other hand, was a blubbering mess as he sank to the floor, unable to believe that he had just been fired through a phone call. He didn’t even know when he crawled towards Adrian and clutched onto his leg. “Sir, I…I didn’t know you were my boss.” He stuttered, his voice fil
Lenard Finley stormed into Mr Ben’s ward, glaring daggers at him. “You foolish man!” He roared. “What were you thinking, damaging my taxi like that?!”Adrian looked at the man inquisitively before Mr Ben whispered to him in explanation. “He’s the manager of the taxi company.”A second man, who looked to be around the same age as Mr Ben shuffled in behind Lenard. His eyes held a glint of disappointment as he stared at Mr Ben. This man was Lin Cheng, the sick friend who Mr Ben filled in for.“Mr Finley, I apologize for damaging the car.” Mr. Ben voiced out in a strained voice. “It wasn’t intentional-”“I don’t care if it was intentional or not!” Lenard spat as his eyes glinted with disdain.You have to pay for the damages. And Lin, this is all on you. Why did you allow such an irresponsible person to fill in for you?” Lin’s hands balled into a fist, his frown deepening. “Benjamin, you call yourself my friend and you do this to me? My job is now at stake because of you. I shouldn’t have
Lenard’s phone escaped from his grasp, clattering to the ground as soon as he saw the notification indicating that the fourth transfer was successful. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gulped nervously, his bravado crumbling completely.“Well, Mr Lenard,” Adrian began, his voice laced with amusement. “It looks like you’ve lost the bet. Time to fulfill your end of the deal.”Lenard’s face contorted into a mix of horror and despair. His eyes frantically darted round the room, searching for an escape route. “This…this is unacceptable!” He sputtered. “There’s no way a lowly migrant worker like you could have that kind of money! How am I sure those transfers weren’t fake?”“Stop trying to weasel your way out of the bet like a coward, Mr Lenard.” Adrian countered, a slight edge to his voice. “The transfers I made are as real as the holes in your singlet. So, instead of making excuses, take off your fourth piece of clothing and declare yourself the fool that you are.”Lenard’s rotund
Adrian glanced at Bright, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he racked his brain for memories of him. After a few seconds, he recalled who Bright was—his high school classmate.“Bright, it’s you? I see you are the manager here.” Adrian pointed out casually.Janice felt a sense of panic rise within her, seeing that Bright was familiar with Adrian. “Sir, I didn’t know you two were acquainted. I’m sor-” She began to apologize but Bright cut her off.“No need to apologize, Janice. He's just a...loser that I went to the same high school with.” Bright's voice dripped with disdain as he glared at Adrian. “What are you doing here?”Adrian’s annoyance grew when he remembered how rudely Janice had treated him. “I wanted to buy some herbal supplements but your subordinate here,” he gestured to Janice, “was completely unprofessional. I suggest you keep her in line.”Bright chuckled as he eyed Adrian with distaste. “Who are you to decide if Janice was unprofessional? You are merely a poor and shab