Bruce loathed the woman before him. It was funny to think that he once loved her more than life."Tsk tsk," Claire shook her head in disapproval. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Your wife buys you your meals. You married her so you would enjoy things like eating bountifully in a fancy restaurant. How pathetic!""I'm not a gold digger like you, Claire. You left me on our wedding day because a so-called billionaire's son took you shopping," Bruce replied flatly."That same day, you got married to another woman because she was the daughter of that same billionaire. How dare you call me a golddigger?""Because you are one," Bruce answered nonchalantly."If I am a golddigger, then you are too," Claire said and Bruce scoffed."Don't ever refer to us as the same again, because we aren't," Bruce said sternly."We are. We are both poor. If we ever want to get a taste of the good things of life, we simply have to try to mingle with the rich. I won't judge you. We both know we're with them for
Bruce stood up to his feet. "Good day, sir," he greeted.Without saying acknowledging his greetings. Mr. Fulton pulled a chair and sat on it. "I don't have time for pleasantries. I would just go straight to the point and take my leave."Bruce, who found the situation rather awkward, could do nothing but sit back. "Okay. Why was this meeting called?""I hate the fact that my daughter chose you as her husband," Mr. Fulton began. "The damage has been done already, so I have no choice but to accept you. However, before I will, you must get yourself a good job. I don't want a house husband for my girl who does nothing but sit around at home waiting for his wife's family to put food on his table.""So you want me to get a job.""Yes and not just any job. A good one. You are neither a graduate or a skilled fellow, but I care less. You must get a good job and you must get that job without the help of my daughter.""If that's what it'll take to get accepted by you then it's a deal," Bruce said
Bruce smiled behind the mahogany desk, ready to continue with his ‘new job’. Yesterday, he asked Mr. Archibald for the position of an HR manager.Since he had no qualifications and was only using the job as an undercover job, Mr. Archibald had to place someone to help him with the job.Bruce's smile widened immediately after the next person walked in. It was Claire."B—Bruce?" Claire could not believe her eyes."Howdy," Bruce greeted with a mischievous smile, waving at her.Claire shook her head and then she smiled. "You're displaying your street-like manners here. How pathetic," Claire scoffed. "You came here for an interview and you're sitting where the interviewer sits.""Ms. Smith here has no issue with me sitting here," Bruce said with a smirk glancing at the woman Archibald had assigned to help with the interviews."Mr. Bruce Ace is an HR manager. He'd be handling the interview with me," Ms. Smith announced and Claire turned pale."This is a j—joke, right?" Claire asked, laughin
"Dad, he got in because of Mr. Carter," Jade said with an eye roll."Mr. Carter?" Mr. Fulton's interest was piqued."Yes, Mr. Carter. You know Mr. Archibald Carter, the COO of AAB groups. He owes Bruce one for saving his relative from getting harassed by a lout," Jade replied.Cole furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He remembered the night he fought with Bruce. He knew the girl he was harassing and he knew that she was in no way related to Mr. Carter.Why on Earth would someone related to Mr. Archibald Carter, COO of AAB groups, works in a bar, earning a meager salary? If Mr. Carter would give someone who had helped his relative a good job, then why didn't he give his relative a better job?‘I have to find out why my sister would say this,’ Cole thought to himself. He wondered if that was what Bruce told her. He glanced at Bruce. Bruce was hiding something and he had to find out what it was. "Are you sure the girl you saved from Mr. Carter is his relative? I don't think you're capab
Cole scanned the bar for a certain skinny brunette. The same brunette Bruce had saved from him the other day. He had tons of questions to ask her.His search, however, was futile as she was nowhere to be seen. Was she a lost relative of Mr. Carter that he had found on the day he harassed her? Cole asked himself.He looked around again. If he couldn't find her, he knew the best person to get his answers from. He was a certain short and plump man."Mr. Griffin," Cole called out, feigning a smile."Ugh." Mr. Griffin rolled his eyes as soon as he saw him. He went over to him with a frown on his face. "What do you want?"Cole leaned closer. "We need to talk.""Say whatever you want to say right here.""I used to be your favorite. Why the cold shoulders now?""Because of you, Mr. Archibald is giving me the same cold shoulders," Mr. Griffin droned. "Just say what you want and get the hell out of here." Cole drew a deep breath. "It's about the brunette.""The same brunette that made you figh
Murmurs erupted from the crowd and Bruce stood, watching them without saying a word."Is he trying to prank us?" One of the guests asked. More questions sprang up afterward. "Why introduce him if we won't see his face?" "Is there something wrong with the faces of the Ace family? Why do they hide behind a mask?""How do we even know that he is the real son of Ace?""Some of you here are extremely rich," Archibald said with a raised voice and the murmurs went down. They wanted to know where he was driving at."You know the cons of being rich. The rate of kidnapping in this town keeps on increasing as the day goes by. Rich people are their target. Since your face is known, walking in the street without bodyguards is dangerous." Mr. Archibald then turned to Bruce. "B. A. Ace, son of Astor Ace, is now the richest man on earth. Imagine how hard it would be for him if the world sees his face. My Young Master here wants a life of freedom. If he takes off this mask for you all to see his fac
Bruce thought of the recent occurrences in his life as he walked towards J. J. Fulton's house.Everyone now knows that Astor Ace's fruit exists. The news of Archibald introducing him was everywhere. What if he turned out not to be Astor Ace's son when the DNA test result comes out? Bruce asked himself.It will be embarrassing for him.Mr. Archibald insisted that he looks exactly like Astor Ace, but he could just be a younger doppelganger of the man, not necessarily his son. Well, thankfully, he did not show his face to the world, but everyone knew Archibald was and it'll be really embarrassing for him. He heaved a sigh as soon as he got into the Fulton's house."Where the hell were you?" Lucia asked, glaring at him."Mom," Jade called out in a warning tone."I'm doing this for your good," Lucia says to her daughter. "He spent the whole night outside. Aren't you worried that he might have spent your hard-earned money on another woman. I mean, why else would a jobless man spend a nig
Mr. Archibald took the result from the man and Bruce's heart beat faster as he went on to open it."What's in there?" Mrs. Williamson asked curiously. Bruce noticed how tense she was and wondered why. He is the one that should be tense, not her."What's in there?" Mrs. Williamson rushed to stand beside Mr. Archibald who smiled as soon as he saw the result.Bruce heaved a sigh, knowing that Mr. Archibald's smile meant that he was right about Bruce being Astor Ace's son. "He is his son?" Mrs. Williamson looked terrified. "How come?""Mrs. Williamson, it looks like you aren't happy with the new development," Mr. Archibald pointed out and she smiled. Her smile looked feigned to Bruce and he wondered why she would feign a smile. It seemed like she really didn't want Astor Ace's son to be alive, but why? It was a question Bruce had to find answers to soon."Now that it is certain that I'm Astor Ace's son, I must avenge his death," Bruce muttered to himself. "Nicholas Athen killed my father