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
Mr. Archibald's hands swung by his side as he stomped to the conference room. He fumed as he did so. "Mrs. Williamson," he snarled, pushing the door open. Murmurings erupted from the executive members. "What's the meaning of this?" Mrs. Williamson asked, surprised at how he barged into the room and yelled her name."You made me prove to you that the young man I introduced as Astor Ace's son is truly his son, right?""Yes, I did so for the good of the company," Mrs. Williamson replied and Mr. Archibald scoffed."You did that because Nicholas Athen asked you to. All this while, you've been feeding the sworn enemy of AAB groups with important information about this company," Mr. Archibald sneered.Everyone present gasped and turned to Mrs. Williamson, who was too ashamed to deny Mr. Archibald's allegations. Knowing the kind of person Mr. Archibald was, she assumed, he wouldn't accuse her without tangible proof. "Mr. Nicholas once worked here. I don't see anything wrong in him asking a
Nicholas Athen got up from his seat and paced up and down his office. It was the first time he was as scared as he was at the moment.He heard a soft knock on his door."Who's that?" Nicholas asked."It's your secretary. There's a document for you to sign."Nicholas ignored her, expecting her to leave."It's from FR groups. You've always wanted co-operation with them and—""Come in," Nicholas said, interrupting her. He knew what Bruce was doing. He was trying to mess with him. Nicholas took in a huge breath. He promised himself to not let Bruce scare him."Mr. Athen," the secretary called out, holding out the document to him.‘When I'd deal with you, I'd just take one step and I promise you, it won't take long.’Bruce's words were stuck in his head. He reached out to the cigarette on his desk, took a drag, and hit the side of his head continuously. He wanted to get Bruce's words out of his head."Mr. Athen are you alright?" His secretary's voice was unclear at first."Mr. Athen? Are
"Cole Fulton, right?" Mr. Archibald was as surprised as Bruce to see Cole.Mr. Gerald beamed. Cole was from a rich family. Mr. Gerald felt Cole could help him and would do so since he once stood by his side."Cole, what are you doing here? Do you—" before Bruce could complete his second question, Cole ran off.Bruce and Mr. Archibald glanced at each other with each of them trying to decipher what made Cole react the way he did."He could have just made up a reason for being here. Why run away? That'll be more suspicious," Mr. Archibald said with a shrug and it kept Bruce thinking. What on Earth was Cole doing?Mr. Archibald turned to Mr. Gerald. "I'm guessing you thought he'd help you, right? Well, your helper just ran off. I think you should do the same."Mr. Gerald went down on his knees. "Please," he cried out to Mr. Archibald and went ahead to hold his legs. "Have mercy. My company is at stake here." "You can beg me for as long as you want, but I won't do a thing. The only person
‘CETAN’Bruce could read the word that was boldly written on top of the building before him.As he stared at the word, he felt like peeling it off the building. He would most probably get away with doing that if he was wearing an expensive suit and a black mask.Bruce looked at his clothes. He wore a delivery man polo and trousers. He wore a nose mask and a pair of glasses to disguise himself. He could not risk letting Nicholas Athen see his bare face which was similar to that of his father, Astor Ace."Very soon," Bruce muttered to himself as he looked up at the building with a mischievous smile. In less than 24 hours, the name Cetan would be like he wants it to be—peeled off and replaced by AAB groups.Two men in black walked out of the building, piquing Bruce's interest. Before he could say, Jack Robinson, Nicholas Athen walked out of the building. Bruce looked on in disdain as he watched the man behind his parents' death walking freely and majestically. Bruce furrowed his eyebrows
"Outrageous!" Nicholas Athen cried out angrily. "Why would I give you all of my properties for ten dollars? That's not possible. It'll only show that I'm out of my mind.""You were out of your mind when you signed the contract," Bruce pointed out with a smug smile."What contract? You're obviously out of your mind. It turns out that Mr. Carter had picked up a madman and introduced him to the world as Astor Ace's son." Nicholas began to laugh."When I tell you how I bought all of your property with ten dollars, that laughter would be replaced with tears. Do you want a bet?" Bruce had a smug smile on."Dad," Bryan laughed. "Like you said, he is obviously out of his mind. Why would you give him all of your properties for ten dollars? Even a naive businessman won't do that.""Sebastian," Bruce cried out.Nicholas knitted his brows as soon as he saw one of the two gatemen that he had fired walk in."Meet Sebastian, my new P. A.," Bruce announced. After Nicholas had thrown him together with
Bruce paced about the office while Mr. Archibald made phone calls. "I can't let Nicholas get away that easily," Bruce said. "Damn it! I should have thought of this. Nicholas is rich. He obviously has other rich friends.""Whoever helped him must have had something to gain," Archibald pointed out. "That makes sense. I rendered Nicholas useless and from what I've noticed, most rich people wouldn't help someone if it doesn't benefit them. I wonder why the person who helped Nicholas would do so. Is it loyalty?""I doubt that. I've met all of Nicholas' friends. His clique does not seem like the kind that can help for the sake of royalty," Mr. Archibald said."So he's trying to cover something up.""Most likely."Bruce heaved a sigh. "Nicholas must not go scot-free.""I know someone that works with the airline, so I was able to get some information on where Nicholas is heading. He boarded a plane to Mexico.""The news of Nicholas' arrest was everywhere. Why on Earth would that airline let
"Bruce, the plane Nicholas boarded got into a plane crash. Most just got injured, but only one was near death. It's Nicholas."Bruce could remember Archibald's words as he walked into the hall of the hospital Nicholas was rushed to. No one knew of the accident, including his family members, but Bruce knew that very soon the news would be everywhere.Before that happened, Bruce decided to pay Nicholas a little visit. Thanks to Archibald, he knew just where to find him.As he walked, he came across a mirror, then stopped by to have a good look at himself."I should give all my properties to charity and consider being a doctor," he muttered to himself with a big grin. "Damn! I look good wearing a lab coat."He adjusted his glasses and facemask. He heaved a sigh and moved away from the mirror to where Nicholas would be. He doubted if anyone would stop him from going into the room of a casualty. After all, according to the tag on the lab coat he picked from the lost and found of the hospit