"Huh?" Smith muttered with a cold look on his face. He was fazed by his father's cold and unquestionable tone. How could his father ask him to come to his residence in such a tone?Mr. Adonis, who noticed the awkward atmosphere, quickly said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that way.""I won't force you but I would be glad if you could come to my mansion. I would like to see my son again,""What do you think?" He asked. Smith bit on his lower lips until it almost bled. He contemplated whether to visit his father or not. He had conflicted feelings. Even though he was angry at his father, he was glad that his father kept to his word and released his account after he acknowledged him as his father. He stroked his chin for a while as he thought about it. He decided to give his father a chance. He had lost his mother so it would be better to bond with his father instead of fighting with him. There was no need for him to hold grudges against his dad. He just had to let go of the pas
"Are you sending me away because of this bastard son of yours?" Jayden asked angrily, and his father got furious. Mr. Adonis moved closer to Jayden and slapped him fiercely on his left cheek. Jayden staggered backward and grunted out in pain. At that moment, he knew he couldn't afford to offend his father. "Leave now!" His father ordered. "You'll pay for this," he glared at Smith, who smirked at him.His heart burned with rage as he left the dining room. He promised to make Smith's life a living hell. Mr. Adonis shook his head with a sigh as he stared at Jayden, who left the Villa angrily. He turned to Smith, who looked angry. He placed his hand on Smith's shoulder and said calmly. "I'm sorry about what happened. I hope you don't take it to your heart,""Jayden is just being reckless,""Reckless? Or isn't that what you told him?" Smith asked coldly. He didn't hide the contempt and resentment in his voice when he said that. He was angry at his father and Jayden. He believed that
"Miss Olivia," Smith muttered and clenched his fist with an angry look on his face. He couldn't forget what he passed through at the hands of his ex-wife's family, especially her mother, Olivia. He wanted to walk up to her but he aborted the thought. He took a deep breath, trying his best to control the anger that seeped through his heart. It was quite unfortunate for him to see his ex-wife's mother in the car collection. He ignored her and pretended like she didn't exist. He walked away to another shop on the corner. There was no way she would be able to see him. "Who is that poor-looking guy over there?" "What did he come to do?" "Maybe he came to beg for money. He looked like a beggar," "Yes, you're right. What a pity!" "The security guards should chase him away," He frowned as he listened to the hateful remarks and comments of the customers who came to buy cars from the shop. He was used to it anyway so he didn't take it to heart. "Still looking down on someone," h
Olivia was unexplainably shocked to hear Asher's statement. How was that possible? An Audi car? It was a million dollars worth of car! She couldn't even afford to spend such an amount of money on a car. How did Smith manage to get such an amount of money to buy such an expensive car? She didn't believe he could afford such an expensive car. She believed Smith was trying to show off before her because she had humiliated him countlessly before in the house. "An Audi R8 car?" She asked, and he nodded his head with a cold smile on his face. She staggered backward as she noticed the sincerity and coldness in his eyes. She could tell that he wanted to buy such an expensive car. That was almost impossible to believe! How did her daughter's ex-husband become so rich overnight? Her impression of him began to change after she noticed how serious he was. "How is that possible?" She asked in a low tone that Smith could barely hear her. He smiled in satisfaction as he stared at the l
Smith stopped midway before he could reach the entrance of the restaurant. He turned back and returned to his car. He called for Micheal's attention. "What do you need, Young Master?" Micheal asked with his head bowed with respect. "I need some information about the manager of this restaurant. I want his bank code. You can hack that, right?" He asked, and Michael nodded his head affirmatively. "Is that all, young Master?" Micheal asked, and he nodded his head. "Okay, I'll do that in a jiffy," he said, walked into the car, and brought out an Apple laptop from the car. He placed it on the car bonnet and began to operate on it. It took him only a minute to hack into the restaurant system. "Done sir," he said, and Smith looked up. He was astonished by his pace. He was indeed a good hacker if he could hack into the bank of the restaurant manager in less than a minute. He was grateful that his father gifted him someone competent and talented. Micheal moved closer to him and whisper
"What is happening? Why is the sale going down? Why did I debit without making any purchases?" Mr. Carlos barked with an angry look on his face as different negative notifications kept popping up on his phone. For some unknown reasons, his overall marketing sales had decreased badly, and he couldn't find his interest and profit anymore. He was extremely scared and angry. He knew someone was behind what was happening to him but he couldn't tell who the person was. Maybe he had offended a wealthy and influential person unknowingly. Truly, only the people with power and wealth could make such a thing happen to him. But who could that person be?"Ella!" He called out to his secretary, who rushed into his room as though she was planning to enter the offer. "What is it, Sir?" She asked, with her voice fidgeting in fear. She could tell that her boss was angry so she dared not make him angrier than he was. "How dare you ask me this question, huh?""Why did you use the money in my accoun
Mr. Carlos was surprised by Smith's question. It was a question he least expected Smith to ask him. He thought Smith was going to ask him why he had fired him from work and he would have to come up with a lie to tell him but Smith asked him the question directly as though he knew someone had to do with his dismissal in his restaurant. Smith stroked his chin gently as he stared at the man before him. He was carefully reading his expression and body movement. Even though Mr. Carlos was cruel, he knew he wouldn't fire him from his restaurant for no reason since he had been consistent. He knew someone must have been influenced by someone with money. "Why aren't you talking? Who told you to sack me? I'm going to ask you this question for the last time," Smith demanded in a cold tone, and Mr. Carlos shivered in fear. "I wonder why you're asking me this question,""That's because I want to know," Smith calmly said, even though he was becoming impatient.That was one of the reasons why he
What's wrong? Smith squeezed his face as he heard some noise from behind. He turned back and shook his head with a sigh as he saw Mr. Carlos ran after his car relentlessly with a beautiful ten-year-old girl in his arms. He could tell that she was his daughter. Why was he running after his car with his daughter? He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. "Stop!" He ordered, and Micheal stepped on the brake without hesitation. He removed his hand away from the steering wheel and turned to Smith. "Hope there's no problem, Sir," he said respectfully, and Smith nodded his head calmly without responding. "Park the car beside the road and wait for them," Smith said coldly, and Micheal drove the car out of the expressway to an empty field. Smith crooked his chin and sat crossed-leg in his car as he waited patiently for Mr. Carlos. He reached out to the magazine that was lying on the chair beside him. He took it and glanced through it. He clenched his hand and bit his lip