Young master? Huh? At that moment, everyone was in a daze when a rich man addressed Smith as a master. Smith, as well because the man didn't look familiar to him, and he didn't have any relationship with the man. The man who was dressed in a black suit ignored them and walked closer to Smith. He was wearing a black shade so no one could identify or tell who the man was, but it was easy to tell that he was a powerful person. Dax, who felt insulted, yelled out angrily. "Who the hell are you to interrupt me, huh?" The man simply smiled and dropped the black briefcase on the bar close to Dax. "I'm someone you don't want to mess with," "And why were you guys beating my master?" He asked, and they all turned to Smith in an instant. Why is such a powerful man referring to Smith as master? Is he blind? Can't he tell that Smith was just a live-in son-in-law? These questions flooded their minds but no one dared not speak up. "Master? He offended me so that's why I called my guys to
"What!" A soft gasp parted from Georgia's lips when she heard his cold and familiar voice. It was her husband's voice, Smith. She was shocked. What was he doing in her room? He was supposed to be in prison, right? Different thoughts flooded her mind as Smith stared at her with red-blooded eyes. He looked angry and sad. He was heartbroken. "How could you do this to me, Georgia?" He started as he finally found his voice. She lowered her head to Edward's chest with shame visible on her face. She felt embarrassed and ashamed of herself. Even though she didn't love him, she wasn't supposed to have an affair with another man until they divorced. She didn't respect him or the marriage. However, Edward wasn't bothered by Smith's action. He looked relaxed as he caressed Georgia's naked thighs. "You're back? I thought you were in prison," Her statement touched him, it was as though a ton of bricks hit his heart. Didn't she want him to come? It was clear she didn't want him, and that bro
What! Unsuccessful? Smith was shocked. He gulped down into nothing as he stared at the receipt. He couldn't believe his eyes. "But how is that possible?" He couldn't say the money in his bank was fake because the staff from the bank headquarters called and congratulated him with the whopping amount of five million dollars. And besides, he used some of the money that day to purchase a diamond v-shaped ring for his ex-wife, Georgia. It was surely a network issue or the bank had a glitch in their system. "So what do you have to say to this, Mister?" Her voice was filled with anger and sarcasm. She was annoyed by his attitude. He looked like a poor man but he pretended to be rich. He had the guts to brag before her even though he looked like a beggar. She rolled her eyes at him and cursed at him. "So what do you want again?"He shook his head with a sigh and argued. "There's money in it. I'm sure it was a network issue,"She was not convinced by his claim. She was angry he claimed t
Smith was awestruck. He was speechless as well as the onlooker and passer-by, the terrorists who attacked him were no exception. Who was Smith? How could he make such a powerful and elite guard bow for him? They trembled in fear as they realized that they were in trouble. They had collected the job which was likely to cost their lives. The onlookers and passers-by brought out their phones to record such a terrifying and wonderful moment. "What do you say, young master?" One of them asked. They knelt before him with one leg as a sign of respect and honor. At that moment, Smith was in a daze. He wasn't aware of what to do. "Please stand up," he said, his voice laced with fear and anxiety. The men noticed the commotion and quickly formed a circle around him."Please come with us, young master," an elderly man who was dressed in the same way said as he stepped out of the car.They talked to him with respect, and this made Smith feel nervous. He had never been treated in such a way.
The receptionist's legs became numb and weak the moment her gaze landed on the man who was led into the luxurious hotel by the Emperor's special squad. He was the same poor man who came for help the other time? What was he doing in such a luxurious suite? Why was he led into the hotel by the guards?It dawned on her that the supposed poor man was the long-lost Emperor's son. Her heart skipped in fear as these thoughts crossed her mind. At that moment, she wished the floor could open and swallow her. The man didn't look poor like he was earlier. He was dressed in an expensive plain polo and sweatpants. She knew he wasn't someone to be messed with, and she had already offended him. He must have enough funds in his account as he had claimed, but why wasn't the transaction successful?She stared at him, unaware of what to do. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her miserable life. She had offended a very powerful person. She regretted her action. If she had known he was someo
"Who is the Emperor? And why is he helping me?" Smith couldn't help the question. These questions had been disturbing his mind for a while. Mr. Isaac smiled as he noticed the anxiety and fear in his eyes. He cleared his throat and continued. "You don't need to bother yourself about that, Young Master,""You'll find out who the emperor is very soon," he added conclusively. "And how many days would I have to wait before I see my benefactor?" Smith asked impatiently, and Mr. Issac smiled. "You don't need to wait all day, Young Master. The emperor would be coming tomorrow morning," he said, and Smith looked up instantly. "Tomorrow morning. Are you sure?" He asked, and Mr. Issac nodded his head in agreement."I would leave the young master to sleep. Good night," Mr. Issac bowed his head and left the room. Smith let out a sigh as he watched the man leave the room. He had thought Mr. Issac was the Emperor who helped him because he was the one who called him the other time. He can't wai
Mr. Adonis Wilson shook his head with a sigh as he stared at his son, Smith, who glared at him with a murderous look. "Who is the emperor?" Smith asked in a cold tone even though he knew it. He wanted to confirm it. His father before him was dressed in a black branded Thompson suit. He looked rich and powerful unlike before when he used to be poor. And aside from that, a lot of men in black suits surrounded him. Even Mr. Issac stood beside him with his head bowed. What was happening? He hoped his heartless and cold-hearted father wasn't the so-called emperor that helped him. However, his father was the one who helped him. His father was the emperor. Mr. Issac took a deep sigh and moved forward with his head bowed. "Your father is the emperor, Young Master.""No," Smith growled deeply. He clenched his fist with an angry look on his face. He couldn't accept the fact that his heartless father was the one who helped him out when he faced numerous trouble. He had swore never to hav
"If you take a step out of this hotel, I'll make sure your account is frozen,"Smith stopped instantly when he heard his father cold and determine voice. He gulped down into nothing when his father statement rang in his ears. His father would cease his account? Even though he was angry at his father and wanted to leave the hotel, he didn't want his father to freeze his account. However, it was his father's money , not his money. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and asked in a cold tone, "Is that the way you want to do it, huh? Fine, no problem."Mr. Adonis Wilson shook his head with a sigh as he stared at his son, who sounded cold and determined. He was sad that his son didn't want to be with him despite his efforts and struggles to build a better future for him. He regained his composure and said calmly. "You forced me to do this, Smith. You should try to listen to my explanation,""I'm not ready to listen to your so-called explanation. I'm your illegitimate son, right