Chapter 25Lisa's anger simmered beneath the surface as she resisted losing her composure. Instead, Sam took the initiative and approached Kingsley, his gaze fixed on him intently."I feel like I've seen you before," Sam stated, his mind searching for the elusive memory of their encounter. He struggled to piece it together, until it dawned on him - Alora had introduced Kingsley as one of the 4Ks, and Sam remembered Alora's obsession with Kingsley's videos."I believe you're Kingsley from the 4Ks," Sam stated, the realization dawning on him. "Alora has mentioned you before and I know she has quite the crush on you. However, I must say, I don't think it's appropriate for you to be associating with our detractors."With those words, Sam abruptly left the room, his departure leaving a lingering tension in the air. In an effort to soothe the mood, Grandma Creston leaned towards Kingsley and spoke softly, reassuring him not to worry."Don't pay any mind to them," Grandma Creston advised, he
Chapter 26Sam stood at the balcony, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. A troubled expression etched across his face, he couldn't shake the knot of disappointment that had settled in his stomach. The position of chairman had slipped through his fingers, leaving him with a bitter taste of defeat. Out of frustration, he reached for a cigarette, the tendrils of smoke swirling around him as he exhaled deeply.As he took a long drag, Sam couldn't help but think of his mother's cautionary words. She had urged him to avoid mingling with friends, given the dire circumstances they found themselves in. The weight of their struggles hung heavy in the air, reminding him that enjoyment and frivolity were luxuries they simply couldn't afford right now.Despite his mother's advice, Sam's discontent was palpable. The confinement of their situation only amplified his yearning for a sense of normalcy. The loss of the chairman position felt like another blow, robbing him of the social interaction he cr
Chapters 27"Why haven't all the company files been submitted to my table?" Bryan demanded, his gaze sharply focused on the lady before him as he leaned back in his chair, seeking answers to this frustrating issue."I apologize, sir, but young master Sam has not been submitting his records since the passing of the former chairman," she replied, her voice composed and steady. Her head was respectfully bowed as she spoke, clearly aware of the sensitive nature of the matter.Bryan's chest tightened as he took a deep breath, attempting to quell the frustration simmering within him. This revelation truly astonished him; he couldn't fathom how such an essential aspect of the company could go neglected. If Sam failed to provide accurate records, how could the company possibly move forward and make informed decisions?The secretary timidly interrupted his thoughts, seeking clarification on her next course of action. "Can I go, sir? Or should I retrieve Sam?" she carefully inquired, her tone r
Chapter 28As Bryan approached the elegantly fashioned team room, its doors swung open and the team members inside nodded their heads in a small gesture of respect, warmly welcoming him. Drawing nearer, he settled himself into a chair, finding immediate comfort within its supportive embrace. The team leader, recognizing the importance of proper introductions, stepped forward to introduce each member with a sense of pride and purpose. Grateful for the team's commitment and dedication, Bryan expressed his appreciation, acknowledging their hard work and ensuring them that their efforts were recognized and valued. With genuine curiosity, Bryan sought to delve further into their plans for contributing to the company's ongoing progress and growth."Sir," Mr. Brite began with a confident tone, "we are fully dedicated to ensuring that our company surpasses its current heights. We pride ourselves on being the top company in the country, and we are continuously striving to connect with the inte
Chapter 29Lisa, a tall and elegant woman in her late thirties, sat nervously in the passenger seat of a sleek black car. As the evening sun cast a warm glow on her flawless complexion, she anxiously reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a pristine white envelope. She glanced at the person beside her, their facial features hidden by the shadows. With a mixture of manipulation and desperation in her voice, she passed the envelope to them, her words laced with a warning."Work according to plan," her voice quivered slightly, betraying her anxious state, "I wouldn't want any mistake."The recipient, a sturdy man with a sharp jawline, accepted the envelope, his expression unreadable behind the darkness. Lisa's pleading eyes locked onto his face, silently pleading for understanding and compliance. The weight of the situation was evident in the strained atmosphere within the car as tension hung heavy between them.The guy scanned through the stack of bills inside the envelope, en
Chapter 30Bryan nodded positively, reassured by President Asher's understanding and alignment with his intentions. This decision marked a significant turning point and a display of strength against the forces of nepotism, highlighting their commitment to integrity and equal opportunities. After talking for a few minutes and reaching a mutual understanding, Bryan concluded the call with President Asher. With newfound confidence, he responded to the email, officially rejecting the contract. In his reply, he suggested that they could reconsider if they were willing to engage in a certain argument that would come with his own terms and conditions.As Bryan chuckled softly, a sense of satisfaction filled him, knowing that it was the right time to assert himself and get back at those who had wronged him. Ready to move on to his next task, he was momentarily interrupted by Betty, his maid, who had entered the room, trying to grab his attention for something important."Sir, I just realized
Chapter 31Lisa leaned back in her chair, her voice tinged with casual indifference. "When you are done nagging," she said, her gaze fixed and unaffected, "you can use the exit." Her words lingered in the air, devoid of any sign of guilt or unease. Despite the accusations being hurled at her, Lisa's demeanor remained composed, as if she were untouched by the mounting tension in the room.Bryan's voice seethed with anger as he confronted her, his tone laden with frustration and certainty. "Isn't it obvious that you are the culprit?" he retorted, his words a sharp indictment. He powered through his accusation, refusing to accept any facade of innocence that Lisa attempted to maintain. The atmosphere crackled with unresolved tension as their exchange continued, each word laden with accusation and denial."Bring the proof," Lisa said coolly, her voice retaining its nonchalant cadence, "and I will accept I am the culprit." Her words hung in the air, challenging Bryan's accusations as she f
Chapter 32"I am sorry," Hannah hastily interjected, her voice tinged with regret, "I think we should get straight to business." Sensing the urgency, she took a step back, motioning for him to continue their conversation.He maintained a stoic expression, wasting no time with pleasantries. "So, why are you here? Straight to the point, I have an appointment," he declared, his gaze unwavering.Pausing briefly, Hannah composed herself before responding, her voice carrying a hint of determination. "I am here because of the contract," she stated, her words hanging in the air.Bryan's lips curled into a faint smile as he absorbed her words. The soft chuckle that followed hinted at the complexities of the situation, causing Hannah's conviction to waver for a moment."So you now think you can walk into my office and talk trash," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. The harshness of his words hung heavily in the air, casting an uncomfortable atmosphere over the room. Hannah, caught off
EpilogueThe sun shone brightly on the beautiful summer day, casting a warm glow over the lush gardens. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds.Bryan and Betty stood at one altar, while Sam and Jessica stood at another, both couples surrounded by their friends and family. The atmosphere was filled with joy and happiness, celebrating the union of two couples meant to be together.As the ceremony began, the two couples exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other, through thick and thin, till death do them part. Bryan and Betty's eyes locked on each other, filled with love and adoration, while Sam and Jessica's faces beamed with happiness.As they sealed their unions with a kiss, the gathered guests erupted in cheers and applause. The room was filled with laughter, tears, and joy, as the two couples were pronounced husband and wife.The reception was a grand affair, with fine food, wine, and music. The four newlyweds danced
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, the Creston mansion came alive with the buzz of excitement. Shareholders and employees of M&C arrived in droves, eager to celebrate the latest deal that had sent shockwaves through the industry. The air was electric with anticipation, as the sound of laughter and chatter filled the opulent halls.Bryan, Betty, and the rest of the team worked tirelessly to ensure that every guest felt welcome and comfortable. They mingled effortlessly, offering warm smiles and refreshments as they went. The atmosphere was one of jubilation, with everyone eager to bask in the glory of their recent success.The mansion's grand ballroom was transformed into a vibrant hub of activity, with a live band playing upbeat music and a lavish buffet spread that seemed to stretch on forever. Guests mingled and danced, their faces aglow with joy and excitement. The room was a kaleidoscope of color, with sparkling glasses and shimmering dresses adding to the festive atmosp
Days turned into weeks, and Bryan continued to gain the upper hand, consistently staying one step ahead of Lisa. She was baffled, wondering how he seemed to anticipate her every move. It was as if he had inside information, knowing her plans before she even executed them.Lisa's frustration turned to suspicion, and she began to wonder if Bryan had a mole feeding him information. She called her personal assistant, Rachel, into her office, her mind racing with questions."Rachel, I need to ask you something," Lisa said, her voice low and serious. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Anyone suspicious lurking around or asking questions?"Rachel looked puzzled, "Unusual? Like what, ma'am?"Lisa leaned in, her eyes locked on Rachel's. "Someone who might be feeding information to Bryan. I can't shake the feeling that he's getting inside help."Rachel's expression changed from confusion to concern. "I haven't noticed anything, ma'am. But I can keep an eye out and ask around discreetly.
Lisa stood confidently in the conference room, her voice persuasive as she addressed the shareholders. "I am the clear choice for chairman. Let's be realistic, Bryan has been absent for a significant amount of time, and I've been the one holding the fort, ensuring the company's success. Yet, you still question my ability? How much more do I need to prove myself?"The room fell silent,the shareholders exchanging skeptical glances. Some nodded in agreement, while others seemed unconvinced. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight of their decision. Lisa's determination was evident, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity as she awaited their response.The shareholders' gazes darted around the room, their eyes locking onto one another in a silent debate. Some seemed to be reevaluating their stance, while others appeared resolute in their opposition. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.The air was electric with tens
Alora's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with skepticism. "So you're just saying that to tell me it's not good, it's not actually your first time, right?" she asked, her tone implying disbelief.Bryan's scoff was dismissive, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "I haven't smoked once. Even though I grew up around people who smoke, I never tried it. I don't hate smokers, but I correct them and advise them to quit if I can. There's no gain in smoking, it only causes harm to the body," he explained, his voice patient and matter-of-fact.Alora's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes softening slightly. "You're being such a calm man. England must have changed you," she said, her tone tinged with a hint of surprise.Bryan's scoff was wry, his eyes glinting with a hint of sadness. "I have always been the same, you're just not seeing it because all you've ever had towards me is hatred," he said, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.The conversation was a dance of misunderstandings and prec
Jessica's voice was laced with disdain. "It's good she left. That woman is the worst being I have ever come across," she said, her eyes rolling.Bryan's scoff was dismissive. "Her game will be up soon. We have to bring her down anyway we can," he said, his eyes gleaming with determination.Sam's nod was emphatic, his eyes bitter. "I regret ever having someone like her as a mother," he said, his voice laced with pain, his lower lip trembling.Bryan stood up, his expression resolute. "I think I have to go. I need to do something very important," he said, his eyes scanning the room before exiting.As he walked out to the balcony, the smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, surprising him. He turned to see Alora, her slender fingers holding a cigarette, her eyes gazing out at the horizon. Bryan's eyes widened in disbelief - Alora, smoking? It seemed like a taboo, a girl like her indulging in such a habit. He hadn't thought she'd sunk so low.The balcony was dimly lit, the only so
Sam's eyes locked onto Jessica's, his gaze filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "Yeah, I remember now. Bryan is my brother, right?" he asked, his voice hesitant.Jessica's smile was reassuring, her eyes shining with warmth. "That's right, Sam! You're remembering! Bryan is your brother, and he's been worried sick about you," she said, her voice encouraging.Sam's face scrunched up in concentration, his eyes squinting as he tried to recall more memories. "And...and what happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.Jessica's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with compassion. "You've been through a lot, Sam. You were in an accident, and you've been struggling with memory loss and addiction. But we're here to support you, and we'll get through this together," she said, her voice gentle.As she spoke, Jessica reached out and took Sam's hand, her touch warm and comforting. Sam's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with a
As Bryan and his family entered their home, they were met with an unexpected scene. Lisa, was seated in the living room, surrounded by several shareholders. The atmosphere was tense, with papers and laptops scattered across the coffee table.Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his gaze fixed on Lisa.Lisa's expression was calm, but her eyes flickered with a hint of defiance. "I think we should stop here," she said, addressing the shareholders. "I hope I am clear?"The shareholders nodded, gathering their belongings as they prepared to leave. Bryan's eyes never left Lisa's face, his anger simmering just below the surface.As the shareholders filed out of the room, Bryan stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. "I don't know what you all are discussing, but I know one thing - my home is not a place for your meetings. And as for you," he turned to Lisa, his eyes blazing with intensity, "what did you think you're doing bringing the shareholders
Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "So, when are you returning to Korea?"Ryan scoffed, a hint of defiance in his tone. "I'm actually enjoying the atmosphere in England, and maybe I might be going back tomorrow. I'm working on some business, and I need to be there."As he spoke, he puffed out a ring of smoke, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Bryan's gaze shifted to the cigarette, his expression disapproving. "When are you going to stop smoking?" he demanded, his voice laced with concern.Ryan scoffed again, a hint of rebellion in his eyes. "I've always used this to keep myself busy, and I don't think I'll be leaving it soon." The smoke curled around his face, a symbol of his independence and stubbornness. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable as they locked eyes, each waiting for the other to back down."I think this is what Alicia love, such a rascal life. I am back in your life now, and your will have to stop soon since I am back in your life."