“Will you keep quiet and stop opposing me?” Madam Kate asked in a cold tone and he swallowed hard. He placed his hand on his clenched chin without saying anything. He couldn't follow what those people said blindly because it seemed Smith had something up on his sleeves. He just couldn't tell what it was. And it kept freaking him out that he didn't know what it was.He needed to know what it was before it was too late. As much as he wanted to punish Smith for playing such a prank on him and abusing his status, he needed to be careful and mindful of his actions. He couldn't afford to let his grandmother take an action that she would end up regretting. He had almost lost her so he couldn't afford to lose her again. “No matter what, I think you should be patient. I'm sure he has something up his sleeves,” he said and began to explain to her. Even at that, he was unable to change her mind. She had made up her mind not to listen to her grandson for the first time unless she dealt with
Smith smiled in satisfaction after staring at his poor appearance in the standing mirror before him in the dressing room. He adjusted his shirt properly before walking out of the. Although nothing was wrong with the shirt, he knew he was going to be mocked and ridiculed for wearing such a shirt because it wasn't made from a well-known brand like Louis Vuitton and the likes. He reached out to the golden Rolex that was lying on the table beside him. He was about to wear it when he realized what he intended to do in his father's company. He shook his head with a sigh and dropped on the shelf. “Let's see if they're still people that have respect for the poor,” he muttered and smiled at himself. He walked out of his room and breathed out in relief as he stepped out of the huge mansion. “Where are you heading to, Young Master?” The chauffeur asked and stared at him with a confused look on his face. With a single glance, Smith could tell what he was thinking. It was unusual for him to
“Olivia Rodriquez?” Smith asked himself with a surprised look on his face. He chuckled to himself after realizing that he had a business meeting with his ex-wife's mother. He couldn't wait to see the woman who derived pleasure in mocking her. He wondered why his father was interested in making a deal with the Rodriquez family despite almost making them go bankrupt. Why did he want to help them after he almost made their company go bankrupt? He picked up his phone and called his father. “Hello, Dad,” he said into the phone after the call connected at the third ring. “What do you need, my son?” His father asked in a calm tone. “Are you sure of the details you sent to me about the business proposal?” He asked and Edward nodded his head. “Yes,” his father responded. “Yes. I want you to make sure you examine the business proposal very well before giving out the deal,” his father said and he nodded his head. “Okay thanks,” he responded. He didn't bother to ask his father why he cho
“Father?” Olivia asked and stared at him in disbelief, and he nodded his head affirmatively. “Yes. What do you think?” He asked in a cold tone as he stroked his chin. “Can't you do it?” He asked again as he noticed her moodiness. She didn't want to talk to him but he was unfazed by it. “Yes, I can't,” she responded and glared at him viciously as though she wanted to devour him. “Do you think you don't want to?” He asked and chuckled while stroking his chin calmly. He didn't pay attention to her glare. He was only concerned about crushing her ego and making her pay for belittling him in the past. He was no longer the underdog of her family so there was nothing to be scared of. And besides, her family is nothing compared to his family. He could crush them all with just a snap of a finger but he wanted to take down on them one after the other. Maybe that was the reason why his father paired him with Mrs. Olivia. “Is that what you've resorted to, huh? I know you won't change from
Mrs. Olivia, who was as confused as Smith, stared at the rich man with a furrowed eyebrow.“What's happening here?” The man demanded in a hoarse and cold tone that could make the heart of the weak tremble. If it was before, Smith would have trembled and shivered in fear but he has changed into a stronger man with a great mentality. Smith stared at the man before him with a confused look. After scrutinizing the situation for a while, Smith knew what the situation was. “But how come?” He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. “You're yet to answer my question, Mr. Man. What are you doing here with my supposed soon-to-be business partner?” The man asked in a cold tone and Mrs. Olivia looked up instantly after hearing the man's last statement. “Soon-to-be business partner?” She asked and the man nodded his head. “Aren't you Mrs Olivia?” He asked and she nodded her head in response. “Yes, I am,” she responded quickly, not without glancing at Smith, who was watching the
“Don't give her the contract,” he frowned after reading the message from the anonymous number. Could it be his boss? That was the first question that crossed his mind. No, that's a lie. His boss hasn't messaged him with an anonymous number and even if I want to pass a message across to him, he could just call him. So who is this person? He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. He clenched his fist with anger after concluding that it wasn't his boss who sent the message. It was someone else who must be aware of his meeting with Mrs. Olivia. Who else could be aware of the meeting and still dare to be playing around with him?Could it be that man? He snapped out of his trance as he remembered the man who caused a nuisance in the conference hall. It was Smith. Although the man seemed to be the only one aware of the gathering apart from his boss, Smith didn't have his number so there was no way he could reach out to him so quickly. “Who are you? And why did you ask me no
“Smith? Mr. Smith,” Stephen mumbled and roamed around in the hall with a worried look on his face. Mrs. Olivia, who didn't understand his change of countenance and attitude, decided to question him. “What's wrong with you, Mr. Stephen? You can talk to me,” she said and he glared at her. “What's there to talk about? Will you solve my problem?” He snapped at her and she stared at him with a confused look. How dare he speak to her in such a deteriorating manner! Although she was angry at him for disrespecting her, she decided to let it go because she knew that something could be wrong with him. But could it be? What could make his mood change instantly? It was after a phone call that he started to behave in such a way. “What do you want?” He asked in a cold tone. “I hope he isn't the one,” he prayed silently with his hand trembling as he picked up his phone to call Smith, who had called him earlier. Smith picked up after the third ring and he spoke up. “Is it true that you're the
“The new owner said that?” She asked with a surprised look and he nodded his head. She hissed and threw her head backward with a cold look on her face. “What's his name? How can you know the new boss asked me to do such a despicable thing, huh?”“I can't stoop so low to kneel before anyone because of a stupid deal,” she hissed and looked away with a cold demeanor. “Are you sure of what you're saying?” The lady asked in a cold tone and he nodded his head in response. “You can find out yourself if you have doubts,” he said and showed the proof that she needed to know that Mr. Joshson no longer had authority over the company. It belonged to someone else. “So you're going to send me out because of that, huh? Isn't my proposal good enough?” She asked and he ruffled his hair with a frustrated look on his face. “Haven't I told you that before you can get a contract you have to do what he needs?”“I hope you know this is no longer about the business proposal because it's up to the standa