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
"Please don't leave, Mr. Gabriel," Olivia called out to Gabriel, who was heading to his office with a smile beaming on his face. He was happy that a customer bought one of the most expensive cars in his car collection. He didn't know that the supposed customer was just bragging and also wanted a refund for the car she'd purchased. "What is it, ma'am? How may I help you?" He asked with a charming smile as he turned to her. She walked closer to him and leaned closer to him then whispered to him. "Please I need your help.""What is that?" He asked with a confused look. He wondered why she was nervous to request his help. "What do you need ma'am? Do you want the car to be delivered to you today? If that's the issue then no problem," he said, and she bit on her lower lips. "No, that's not the issue. I don't need that car. You won't have a problem in refunding the money, right?" She asked, and he nodded his head affirmatively. "You want a refund?" He asked with a surprised look. His t
"Argh!"Jayden punched the wall behind him and gritted his teeth as he remembered how his father yelled at him because of his illegitimate son, Smith. He thought he was his father's favorite until Smith came into the picture, and his father started taking special care of Smith like he was worth it. Of course, he wasn't worth it because he was just an illegitimate son. Why was his father taking care of him in that manner? That was a question that he couldn't get an answer to, and it was disturbing his mind. Somehow, he felt useless and angry at himself for the turn of tides. Not only did his father give him luxurious items but his father also gifted him the two most talented personnel in his squad, Stella and Micheal. His father refused to give them to him, claiming that they were talented but he gave them to Smith voluntarily. He was planning to punish the man who dared to challenge him in his father's five five-star hotel until he came the next day and found out that he was his f
Smith groaned out with a frustrated look as his phone kept blaring non-stop. He reached out to his phone and switched it off. He stood up from the king-sized bed and stretched his arms. He squinted his eyes as the sun cast its rays into his room. He opened his eyes and yawned loudly. He stretched his arms and his eyes widened in shock as he stared at the clock, it was ten minutes past twelve. Somehow, his heart skipped in fear when he realized that he was late for work. It was when he rushed into the bathroom, that he realized that he was no longer working for that restaurant as a part-time cleaner and chef. He felt a strange warmth in his heart when he realized how he didn't have to wake up early and rush to work just to be paid peanuts. Somehow, he was grateful to God that his life took a drastic change for good. From being a part-time cleaner and chef to becoming the son of an Emperor, who had a trillion dollars in assets under his name. He took a deep breath as he shoved him
Smith took a deep breath and turned to Edward, who stood in front of him with his arms crossed under his broad chest. He didn't forget to size up the suit that he was putting on, it was the latest model of Louis Vuitton suit. It seemed he was going to attend a powerful meeting. "Hey, where do you think you're heading to?" Edward asked in a cold tone as he swept his cold gaze on the poor-looking man who was before him. It took everything in him not to shrink in disgust. Smith's presence disgusted him. "What do you want?" Smith asked indifferently, not ready for his troubles that morning. "I should be asking you that question, you fool. What are you doing here?" Edward asked. "Why shouldn't I be here?" Smith replied to him with a question. "That's because you're not qualified to be here. I'm sure you're here to seek a job, right?" Edward asked, and he scoffed inwardly. "What made you think you're supposed to be here?" Smith didn't hold back. He retorted in a cold tone. Edward fel