No Guts No Glory
Jamole had thought about boosting back his net worth to what it used to be when he was appointed the heir.

Nights past he had thought about investing in profitable industry that could benefit him and nothing else had crept into his mind than the aviation industry.

One night with his night cap grimly held in his hand, he invited his wife Susan over to the pent house for a business talk.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a business talk with my husband. He has been busy bringing vengeance upon erring staff,” Susan said jocularly as the security pushed her in the wheel chair.

Once Jamole perceived her by his side he muttered, “I have to raise the dike since so much is expected of me as the heir. Don’t forget my father-in-law expects my success. I can’t afford to disappoint him.”

He poured a cupful of Whiskey Sour for Susan and handed over to her.

Susan chirped and gazed upon Jamole with reserved admiration,

“Business ambition shouldn’t take away my husband from my side. Nights past I
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