Author's point of view...Jack Davinson booked a VIP private room next to the supreme hall and was eagerly waiting for someone to call him. Though it cost him more than his two month's salary, he didn't feel the slightest pain. He was promoted after all. And the position he was in now was not a normal one. Jack will be announced as the General Manager of the Diamond Oracle.The ladies next to him were overjoyed as he shared the news with them and were here to celebrate his promotion.In the supreme hall, the atmosphere turned cold as the members of the family started discussing the thing that had just been revealed to them."Could it be true?" "So the young master is an imposter? What a shame..." "I heard he worked as a janitor in Dave's office. Is that true?"Many people have many perspectives but none could detour Leo.He just sat there rubbing his chin. He wasn't terrified as he knew better than anyone else that though the accusation was correct, the old man didn't have any eviden
Author's point of view...The moment Jack Davinson saw the chair turning towards him, he bowed in respect before greeting the chairwoman's son, the real heir of the Longsfire Corporation. But as he lifted his head to see the young man's face, he froze.Leo...!What the hell is happening?Though he was shocked, there was not even a single doubt in his head that the young man could really be the heir. Instead, he was sure that Leo might be conning these people and he had his chance coming.A smirk tugged on his face and one of the corners of his lips twitched.Now that he was called here to meet everyone in the family, he thought that he could gain his place in the company by letting the cheater get caught. He narrowed his eyes at Leo. "Leo...! What the hell are you doing here?" Jack furiously barked. Everyone in the supreme hall was shocked to see Jack's rude temperament. Being just a candidate for GM in one of the small companies under Longsfire Corporation, Jack was actually shoutin
Author's point of view...As the video was seen, a heavy silence hung in the air, Linda, Margaret, and the rest of the family members exchanged incredulous glances. Soon the silence turned into a roar of chirping. The gravity of the situation sank in, and their expressions shifted from shock to anger.Leo still sat casually. He didn't have the slightest change of expression on his face. All he was thinking was about Jack. What the hell was this man thinking about? Leo couldn't understand what he must call Jack, an idiot or a fool. He truly knows to stab himself without mercy.Jack raised his head proudly and boosted,"See, I wasn't lying...! You guys were deceived by him. He was indeed a janitor in Diamond Oracle a few months back and was also a wanted criminal..." However, he couldn't continue as someone interrupted him before he could finish speaking.Margaret's face reddened with rage as she moved forward and smacked Jack across the cheek with her palm. "You Bastard. How dare y
Author's point of view... Jack was dragged out ruthlessly, not only his position and status was gone, he was subjected to the cruellest third degree of treatment by the police. Ronald promised that he would make sure of that. Thomas's entire world shattered. He was on the verge of collapsing when he heard Leo's words just now. He glared at Leo with utmost contempt in his eyes as if finding a means to pounce on that young man and rip his throat away. But...! Can he do it? He clenched his fist so much that his fingernails dug into his palm, piercing the skin. It was painful. Indeed very painful but not because of the wound on his plans, instead his heart was in great pain. He soon collapsed on his seat with his head hung in despair. Everything was finished in a flash of a second. The dreams that he had to own the company after Helen's death fumed before him and he could not stop them from burning. He was helpless but for the first time in his life, he could face his oppon
Author's point of view... As another lovely day came to an end, Leo felt reenergized in the morning. These days he was busy with his project. He went to a lot of inexpensive but good restaurants with Jessica's aid, and together they met all those talented but undiscovered chefs in the city. Jessica was so puzzled. Even though she loved eating, she was unable to comprehend Leo's mental state. Gathering the most skilled but underrated chefs, giving them a platform to shine, and letting their culinary genius speak for itself was the simple but profound notion that gave rise to Leo's goal of opening a distinctive restaurant. With minimal investment, he found a quaint, slightly rundown corner of the city that had the potential to become a culinary hotspot. The first step was to assemble his team. Leo scoured the city, visiting food stalls, small eateries, and even homeless shelters, looking for chefs with extraordinary talent but little opportunity. He met several other
Author's point of view... Just as Leo entered the restaurant at night, his phone buzzed. A message notification from Alvin flashed on his phone screen. "Plan in progress" "Targo Gang. Merits- Martial Arts. Night attackers. Be careful" Leo raised his eyebrows as he read the message but it was already too late for him to respond. The lights in the restaurant were switched off or maybe tampered and Leo senses some black figures moving towards him. "Aagh...So they are here already...!" Leo tried to fight back, grabbing a nearby kitchen knife, but he was quickly overpowered. The lead assassin stepped forward, his voice cold and menacing. "You’re quite something, huh?" "Retreat, stoop, and lift your right leg to a ninety-degree." a quick instruction was heard and Leo acted without even noticing where it came from. The voice seemed to be familiar and commanding at the same time and Leo felt like he was obliged to take those commands. Surprisingly, he was able to dodge
Author's point of view... "We caught the men who attacked you last night," Harris began, his voice grave. He looked up at Leo and paused for a while as if thinking about how to put his mind out. "But there's a problem." From the moment Leo stepped inside the police station, he had anticipated that things wouldn't go easily here, and it was evident that something was off as he saw the expressions on everyone's faces. He noticed that they were all hesitant about something. Some were even avoiding looking into his eyes for a reason. Taking a deep breath, Leo asked in a calm tone. "What is it?" Harris gulped down nervously before rubbing his hands. Leo took a clear note of everything that the man before him was doing. "Actually..." Harris began, still hesitating, "We caught them yesterday, but all of the men we apprehended are dead. They have committed suicide." Leo's eyes widened in shock. "What? How is that possible?" Harris sighed, rubbing his temples, and walked ba
Author's point of view... An hour later, Leo found himself standing outside a dilapidated warehouse. The area was deserted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. He pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit by a few scattered overhead lights, casting long shadows. Though a bit creepy, the place didn't give Leo any sense of insecurity. He walked in carefully, without making any noise. After reaching the middle of what felt like a workshop of the warehouse, Leo paused, hearing some muffled sounds. "Mr. Connard...?," a voice called out from the shadows. Leo turned around instantly to see the source of the voice only to find an unclear structure of a man. Daniels slowly stepped forward, his expression tense. As the light fell on his face, Leo could now see him. Daniel was a man in his forties. A short yet fit man with a serious scar on his face. "Thanks for coming," Daniel added, gratefully. Leo nodded, acknowledging. "What’s this about?" Leo ask
Author's point of view... For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, Helen let out a sob and rushed forward, throwing her arms around Renard. Leo stepped back, giving his parents the space they needed as they clung to each other, the years of pain and separation melting away in their embrace. Slowly hugging his girlfriend, Leo indulged in the delicacy of reunion. Leo watched them, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, he felt a profound sense of peace. His family was finally whole again. Helen's eyes were still moist with tears as she held onto Renard's hand, her fingers trembling slightly from the overwhelming emotion. She couldn't believe that she was seeing her husband after nearly twenty years. After taking in the surprise slowly, she turned to Leo and Jessica, gratitude evident in her gaze, though she was still unaware of Leo's true identity. For her, they were her saviors. "Thank you both," He
Author's point of view... Though he didn't look frightening, Jessica took a step backward. Leo was busy on his phone, talking to Daniel about the case. He didn't notice anything behind him. The beggar snatched the food from her hands but then paused. Jessica wasn't brothered at all, instead, she wanted to help that beggar by lending him some more money. Then suddenly the stopped and was mumbling something to himself. "Th...thank ...y...you..." Slowly, he raised his head, and for the first time, Jessica got a good look at his face. His eyes were sunken, his skin weathered, and his hair matted with dirt, but there was something familiar about him that she couldn’t quite place. As he looked at her, a faint glimmer of recognition flickered in her eyes. Jessica was dumbfounded. Was that man...!! Was that him? “Thank you, young lady,” the man mumbled, his voice raspy with exhaustion. “Thank you so much for the food. My son is still waiting for me. He must be so hung
Author's point of view... That day, Leo felt so uncomfortable even to spend another second there, wasting time. After grabbing something to eat, Leo and Jessica arrived at the NGO with a sense of urgency, the weight of their mission pressing down on them. The place was quiet, with only a few staff members moving about. They immediately recognized Jessica as she was a volunteer there. Jessica led the way, her mind racing with memories from years ago. They were here to search through the records, hoping to find any information about the man she had encountered during a medical camp—a man she now knew was Leo's father, Renard Edward Connard, her Aunt's husband. When asked, the staff told her that those records might be destroyed as if had been so long. But Jessica insisted on checking them. They poi red towards a shabby room. The records room was tucked away in a corner of the building, a small, dusty space filled with rows of old files and boxes stacked high. Jessica hesit
Author's point of view... The first light of dawn crept into the room, casting a soft glow over the sleeping figure on the bed. Jessica stirred, blinking her eyes open as she adjusted to the early morning light. She stretched, feeling the cool air against her skin, and realized with a start that Leo wasn’t anywhere in the room. Panic gripped her momentarily as the memories of the previous day's events came flooding back. Leo had returned late, his mind elsewhere, burdened with a weight he couldn’t fully comprehend. He hadn’t come to the room after that. Where is he? Worried, Jessica slipped out from under the covers and rushed out of the bed to looked around. As she padded towards the terrace, she didn't find any trace of him, there either. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped outside. Did he go somewhere?Did something happen again? Jessica recalled everything, how Leo seemed to be worried last night and she panicked at the thought of something going wrong wit
Author's point of view... Leo was puzzled. He couldn't understand what mystery this was. Should he laugh or cry? Mr. Renard Connard read the father's name again, then shifted his gaze towards the column of his mother's name, Helen Connard...! Helen was his birth mother?? He flipped over the photograph to see the faces of his parents once again, more clearly. However, just as he took it out again, the shocking resemblance took him aback. Tears filled his eyes again. "This...!!" He quickly reached for the other paper, pulling out the letter with trembling fingers. His heart pounded as he unfolded it, recognizing the worn edges of a note written in haste. As his eyes darted across the page, the truth hit him like a punch to the gut. It was a letter from his father. *Renard Edward Connard.* Leo’s knees nearly buckled as he read, the weight of the words sinking into him like an anchor. The letter explained everything—how his father had left him at the orphanage when he wa
Author's point of view...The envelope was empty...! Leo snuck his fingers into it and checked it again and again. A surge of frustration shot through him. He clenched his fist, trying to contain the anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could the system betray him like this? He had done everything and sacrificed so much, only to be left with nothing. Jessica, sensing his distress, placed a hand on his arm. “Leo? What’s wrong?” Leo pulled himself back immediately, he can't let her worry. He forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nothing,” he lied, his voice tight. “Just... something which I didn't expect.” Jessica frowned, but she didn’t press further. She could feel the tension radiating from him and knew better than to pry. Instead, she stood by his side, offering silent support as Leo grappled with the storm of emotions inside him.Leo felt cheated, betrayed but he didn't let it show on his face. At least, he can't tell this to anyone. Controlling himself w
Author's point of view... Leo and Jessica walked side by side down the quiet street, the Connard estate fading behind them. They took a taxi back to the city. Daniel had taken care of everything about his restaurant. After giving up on all those luxuries that the system had provided him, the only thing that Leo had now was his restaurant, as the system believed that it was solely his hard work. And he deserved it. The villa he bought was under the name of Connard estates and so he had to leave it behind. Now, Leo was back in his small shabby room on the terrace of the restaurant. When they reached their restaurant, its closed doors greeted them with an eerie silence, offering a rare moment of privacy. The employees were all tired after the chaos that they had suffered, and because of this, Leo had given them all a few day's leave. Everybody needs some time for themselves, including him. As they stepped Inside, the space felt strangely peaceful, as though it, too, had b
Author's point of view... Helen stood tall, but her strength was faltering. She had just witnessed everything. The boy she raised as her son wanted to kill her. The weight of everything, the betrayal, the revelations, the heartbreak, seemed to crash down on her all at once. Her breath became shallow, her body swaying on weakened legs. Before anyone else could react, Leo rushed forward, catching her just as her body began to give way. "Ma'am, be careful...!" The moment his hands touched her, an electric jolt seemed to pass through Helen. She blinked in daze, looking up at Leo as if seeing him in a new light. His steady, concerned gaze met hers, and for a fleeting second, she thought of her son, her real son, the boy she had lost so long ago. He would be around Leo’s age now. How different things might have been had he lived. Leo gently eased her into a chair, his touch careful, almost reverent. His presence brought her a small measure of comfort, a warmth she hadn’t felt i
Author's point of view... The gun in Alvin's hand dropped as he saw Helen standing before him. Helen stepped forward, her eyes scanning the room, filled with sorrow and disappointment. “I never thought my own family would betray me,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, carrying the weight of a truth long hidden. Leo and Jessica exchanged glances before stepping forward at Helen’s call. They approached her, and she placed a gentle hand on each of them, her grip weak but meaningful. “If not for them,” Helen continued, her gaze settling on Alvin, “I would have died long ago in that accident.” Her voice cracked, but she held her composure. “Jessica, Leo, they were the only ones who stood by me. Jessica, at my request, carried out this entire plan so we could unearth the truth about the accident. And now, it’s clear… it was my own family behind it, the son I raised...” her eyes filled with tears. It was true that she wanted to find her lost son but she never treated Alvin as