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
"Hey. How dare you…" Edward wanted to yell and curse Smith for threatening him in that manner but he controlled himself because of the presence of the vice president, Mrs Victoria. She wasn't someone to be trifled with. Her position in that big corporation was big so she was well-known and respected among her peers. He gulped down into nothing and ruffled his hair with a frustrated look as he watched them walk into the company. He wasn't happy with the treatment that Smith got from Mrs. Victoria. Who was Smith to her? Why did he make her beg him? He tried to stop himself from thinking about that scene but he couldn't take his mind off it each time he remembered. He kept thinking about it. "What if you're acquainted with Ms Victoria? I'll make your life miserable," he muttered to himself in a cold tone as he remembered how he was ridiculed by Smith twice. He walked away without worrying about Smith's threat. He believed Smith was only bluffing and there was nothing a poor man like
"Your phone is ringing, Sir," his secretary ran into his phone to hand over his phone that was ringing loudly. He looked up and glared at his secretary, who barged into his office without knocking at the door. She bowed her head slightly and rushed over to him. He collected the phone from her and waved his hand dismissively. He stood up from the swivel chair and cleared his throat as he stared at the caller ID. It was indeed an important person that was calling him. It was Ms Victoria. He smiled in satisfaction as he picked up the call. "Good day, Lady Victoria. May I know why I owe you this call," he said politely. It was a pleasant surprise for him to receive a call from the vice president of the Newcastle corporation. He believed she was calling for a business meeting or contract. He knew his father was going to be happy. Her cold yet exquisite voice rang on the other side of the phone. "I called you to inform you, Mr. Edward, that the Newcastle corporation has cut off any par
"Wow!" A soft gasp escaped from his lips as he stared at the report in his hand. It was too huge to be real. According to the report in his hand, his father owned the larger shares in most of the prominent and well-known companies in the State. "Are you sure this report is real?" He asked in a cold tone as he regained his composure. She nodded her head affirmatively with a bright smile beaming on her face. "Yes, Sir.""The emperor owns the higher shares in most of the well-known companies in this State but it's only a few that are independent of themselves," she said respectfully, and he nodded his head. He closed the file and pushed it aside. He stood up from the chair with a cold look on his face and breathed out heavily. His first day in office wasn't as stressful as he thought it would be because Victoria was there to report any issues and make sure they were attended to before reporting to him. Truly, he admired her the same way other guys would. She was respectful and hard-