Smith snapped out of his thoughts and looked up as his phone suddenly rang. He arched his eyebrows as his gaze landed on the caller ID. It was his ex-wife. What did she want? Just as he was wondering what she needed, he remembered that she still thought that Micheal was his boss. If only she knew the phone belonged to him and he was the boss. He smiled as reality hit him. It seemed she was beginning to face problems in her company so she decided to reach out to her so-called mysterious son so he could try to help her family out of the trouble they were facing. “I can't wait to know where this will end,” he said and threw the phone to the couch a few meters away from him. He crossed his legs as he sat down on a comfy bed with a soft smile beaming on his face. He reached out to his other phone and browsed through the internet so he could get information about Rodriquez's family but he couldn't find anything useful. It seemed they were good at hiding their problem. He logged out of
“Is that all, Young Master?” Micheal asked as Smith snatched his phone with a cold look on his face. “Of course, that's all. Or else can you help me?” Smith asked in a calm tone as he stroked his chin gently. His heart burned with rage as he remembered what Micheal had done. How he had sex with his ex-wife, claiming that he was trying to help him avenge. He didn't like that approach at all. Although he wanted to make her life miserable, he never intended to use such a despicable way to punish them. If he does that, what different would he be from them? “Please don't leave me here all along, Young Master. Please forgive me,” Micheal gripped his feet firmly, not giving him a chance to move his feet. “I will but not yet and you won't tell me when you release you or not,” he said and Micheal loosened his grip on his trousers. “Please don't forsake me here, Young Master. I have learned my lesson. I can't survive a day inside here,” Micheal wailed bitterly as he watched Smith walk aw
What!Georgia gasped out in shock after hearing Smith's statement. For the first time, she wasn't angry that he dared to scold her but she was confused and amused instead. How did he know that they were one step away from going bankrupt? Although it has been broadcasted that she posed with Edward's family member's car, the media didn't know a thing about their downfall. He could only get such information if he was from a powerful family or he got the information from a reliable and powerful source. She didn't see him deem fit in any of the categories she'd thought. She believed Smith was a homeless orphan before she took him in and changed him to be a better man before she divorced him. And there's no reliable source that would give him such vital information without collecting money from him. She knew there was no way he would be able to afford the money. He was still the same poor Smith, right?“Hey. Where do you find such information?” She asked in a cold tone after she rega
“Huh.”“What did you say?” Smith asked and pretended as though he didn't hear her. To be honest, he heard her loud and clear but he wanted to make fun of her. That was what she loved to do especially when it involved him. There's nothing wrong if she has a taste of her own medicine as well. “I said I'm sorry…” she muttered in a calm tone. She was annoyed but she dared not to show it especially when her family's fate depended on Smith's decision. She couldn't bear to act recklessly. “What happened to the Daddy part?” He asked and chuckled mockingly then stroked his chin. He had a sly smile on his delicate face. She bit on her lips and clenched her fist, trying to control the rage that was burning profusely inside of her. She knew he was paying her back for what she and her family did to her. She knew if she was the one, she would do worse so she couldn't blame him. It was indeed a slap to the face that she was kneeling before her ex-husband, who used to be her family's underdog
“What audacity!”“How dare him order you to visit!”“He should even be privileged to enter here after we'd chased him out.”“He's biting more than he can chew and it'll eventually choke him.”“That douchebag really needs to be dealt with.” Georgia, on the other hand, was only staring at them without saying anything. There was nothing she could say about it. At least, he'd saved her the stress of having to worry on how to save the family. It now depends on the capability of her grandmother. She could only worry less. “Why aren't you saying anything, Georgia?” She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up with a disgusted look on her face as she heard William's voice from behind. “What do you want?” She asked in an annoyed tone. “What do you mean by that, huh? You caused the problem and you think you're allowed to zone out on us the way you like, huh. Do you think we're joking?” He asked and she shook her head with a sigh. “At least, there is a solution,” she muttered and rolled
“So easy?” Smith muttered and chuckled mockingly as he stared at Madam Kate who slumped hard on the floor. She crawled backward in fear as he leaned closer to her. She whined in pain as her bone cracked. “How do you feel that you failed after sending those assassins at me?” He asked in a cold tone, caressing his chin calmly. She looked up at him with a surprised look on his face after hearing his question. She was surprised at how he managed to know about her plan. Although she never got any feedback from those assassins she sent, she believed they wouldn't leave a trail. How did he manage to know? It was a surprise how he managed to survive the assassination. “You must be surprised how I managed to surprise and know it's you, right?” He asked and she shook her head quickly. “How do you…” she stammered, unable to complete her statement as fear clouded my mind. She couldn't dare do anyhow knowing that someone was somewhere afar watching her with a sniper. She thought she
Smith cleared his throat and said in a calm tone, mimicking Madam Kate's voice. “Hello, son.” He spoke in such a way that William wouldn't be able to notice that he was the one speaking and not his grandmother because there was barely any difference. “Grandma?” William called with a confused look. Truly, he couldn't tell whether it was his grandmother but her statement seemed weird. She didn't used to address him in such a way so he was surprised when he called her his son. He couldn't tell if something was wrong because he was anxious. He thought it was because she was in a good mood or something had happened. His heart skipped a bit as a thought crossed his mind. “So how was it? Did he agree to call the Emperor to forgive us?” “I'm sure, he'll because he's just a little piece of trash. He wouldn't dare to offend you,” he said in a cold tone and he smiled. If only he knew that his grandmother's life was at stake. Maybe it was a good idea to pretend to be his grandmother.
“What!” She gasped out in shock after receiving Smith's response, attracting unwanted attention to herself. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tightened her hand around the phone. “Please tell me you're not serious,” she said and he scoffed. “I don't know why you called to confirm whether I killed her or not. I did that because she deserved it. Didn't she?” He asked and she swallowed hard. Although she knew her grandma deserved whatever he did to her, she wasn't aware that he would go to such a length as far as killing her. It came as a huge shock to her considering how meek and submissive he used to be when they were married until she divorced him. Somehow, she began to regret her actions. Maybe if she hadn't left him, all this wouldn't have happened. It dawned on her that he was holding back because of her. Nothing could be used against him. She was no longer married to him so he owed her nothing. “Yes, I did but I can't believe you could do such a thing. How could you?”