Three days later The news of the collaboration between Glidson Group of Companies and Imperial Trust Bank had circulated like wildfire, igniting tension across the business landscape. At Victor Langston's company, the atmosphere was far from celebratory. Inside the towering glass conference room, Victor had called an urgent meeting, one that promised no pleasantries. He stood at the head of the table, glaring at the team of executives and former Glidson loyalists seated around him.Victor’s face was twisted with fury. His fists clenched as he leaned forward, his voice cold and sharp. “I thought by now, we’d be drinking to the downfall of Glidson. But instead…” He paused, tossing the business article announcing Glidson’s triumph with Imperial Trust across the table. “THIS is what I have to read!”The article landed with a thud, its title glaring back at them: “Glidson Empire Secures Landmark Collaboration with Imperial Trust Bank.”Murmurs ran through the room, but no one dared to
The crowd fell silent, absorbing his words. Robert’s calm presence was unexpectedly reassuring; his refusal to be intimidated was as powerful as any victory in court. For many in the room, his unshaken resolve was proof that perhaps Victor’s reign of fear truly had ended.He had shown them that courage didn’t come from backing down or second-guessing; it came from standing firm against corruption, even when it threatened to strike back.With Lily by his side, Robert stepped out of the courthouse and into the evening air, free from the shadows of intimidation. The city was alive with whispers, but he moved forward, knowing he had won far more than just a legal battle. He had shown the world that integrity could indeed stand firm, even in the face of the most powerful adversaries.The courtroom was packed, tension thick as a fog. For months, people had speculated whether this day would ever come. Victor Langston, the untouchable business magnate who’d built an empire on ruthless tact
As Robert walked away, the adrenaline from his unexpected victory pulsed through his veins. He didn’t just win a game; he’d dismantled the player’s carefully constructed ego, piece by piece, in front of his biggest supporters. The crowd's applause echoed behind him, blending with the faint sounds of the player’s furious ranting.Robert glanced over his shoulder, seeing the player’s friends struggling to console him, clearly uncomfortable as he fumed. Every bit of confidence and swagger the player had displayed earlier seemed to drain away. He could barely look at his own friends, his head lowered in disgrace.One of the player’s closest friends, a tall guy with an arrogant smirk who’d been one of the loudest jeerers, threw his arm around the player and muttered loud enough for Robert to hear, “Come on, man. He got lucky, that's all. It’s not like he can repeat that with a real challenge.”Robert chuckled under his breath, amused by the desperate attempts to save face. He turned and
As Robert drove away, his mind still buzzing from scout Marcus Webb's offer, his phone vibrated in his pocket, a soft chime breaking his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw a notification pop up—a reminder about the fundraising event at the orphanage where he had grown up. His steps slowed, and a wave of nostalgia swept over him.He stared at the notification, memories flooding back. The orphanage wasn’t just where he’d grown up; it was where he’d found his first real family, where he’d learned about loyalty and hard work, where he’d discovered basketball. One week had passed since he visited the orphanage, and tonight was the fundraiser he had eagerly anticipated and looked forward to.Robert stood in front of the mirror, his fingers brushing over the simple yet elegant outfit he had chosen for the evening. He opted for a crisp white button-down shirt, paired with a tailored navy blazer and dark grey trousers.His shoes were polished but understated, matching the effortless
The twins were practically giddy at this point, high-fiving each other in their seats and exchanging victorious grins, feeling like they had finally defeated Robertin front of everyone.Just as Marcus was about to continue his self-serving speech, something unexpected happened. Ms. Martha, the beloved matron of the orphanage, suddenly rushed onto the stage, a look of urgency on her face. She quickly whispered something into Mrs. Thompson’s ear, interrupting the flow of the event. The crowd, sensing the shift, turned their full attention to the stage, curious.Recovering from her initial shock, Mrs. Thompson cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure after the unexpected news. Her voice trembled slightly as she addressed the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed of a new development—something truly miraculous." Her words carried a mix of awe and excitement, but also nerves.At that moment, Marcus, who had been basking in his supposed victory as the undisp
As Robert got home, exhausted from the whirlwind of events of the day, he went straight to bed. It was the weekend, and he'd already resolved to spend it doing absolutely nothing. Sleep came quickly as his body sank into the comforting embrace of his bed, the events of the past week fading from his mind.When morning arrived, Robert was still fast asleep, wrapped in a deep, restful slumber. The world outside could have been crumbling, and he wouldn't have cared. But suddenly, the screeching ring of his phone pierced the quiet air. He groaned, shifting under the covers and pulling a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to block out the noise.The phone rang again. And then a third time.Frustration bubbling up, Robert finally scrambled to find his phone on the bedside table, his eyes still clouded with sleep. After some fumbling, he managed to grab it, squinting at the screen to see who could possibly be disrupting his weekend peace.It was Anita.He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Gasps filled the room. The weight of the revelation hit everyone like a tidal wave. Vanessa’s jaw dropped as she stared at the price in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly. Anita’s eyes widened, and a look of awe replaced her earlier skepticism. There was a murmur of shock and admiration as everyone absorbed what they had just witnessed."Four hundred thousand dollars?" someone whispered, stunned."That’s insane," another added. "I didn’t even know you could get a custom Patek like that."Nathan, on the other hand, was left speechless. The blood drained from his face as if all his confidence had evaporated in an instant. His once smug expression faltered, replaced by sheer disbelief. His gift—while appreciated—was a far cry from what Robert had just unveiled. The room buzzed with whispers as people began comparing Nathan’s painting to Robert’s gift."It’s not even close," someone muttered, loud enough for Nathan to hear. "Robert’s on a whole different level.""Yeah, Nathan’s gif
SHE BETRAYED HIM. It was 5:00 p.m. when Robert Edward, a slender and athletic individual, confidently rode his powerful power bike into the grounds of Campbell University. One couldn't help but notice his striking appearance, resembling that of an athlete or a runway model. However, the truth was far from glamorous, as Robert struggled to even afford two square meals a day. His days were filled with a constant hustle, juggling part-time jobs, and often neglecting his lectures. If he wasn't running errands for rich students, then he would be doing one of his part-time jobs. It was no surprise that he was considered the poorest student on campus. Initially, Robert had been granted admission to the university on a scholarship. However, due to the vice chancellor's greed, he was abruptly denied the scholarship and forced to start paying tuition fees after just a few months. Casting a glance at his watch, Robert realized that time had slipped away, and it was already past five o'clock