Jayson found himself in a familiar scene, one that stirred memories from a previous life. It mirrored the moment when Daniel, consumed by greed and ambition, heartlessly rejected the woman and her unborn child before pursuing marriage with the daughter of a wealthy family in Jade City. Determined to rewrite history, Jayson stood resolute, ready to change the course of events and prevent the repetition of past mistakes. "Daniel, it's me, Lovely. Your girlfriend. We often meet at the clubhouse. Remember?" The woman's voice trembled with desperation and anxiety as she clung tightly to Daniel's leg, her eyes pleading for recognition. Daniel snarled, his face contorted with anger. "Get off me, you wretched woman!" He forcefully kicked her away, then turned to his bodyguards, his voice dripping with disdain. "Remove her from my sight," he commanded coldly. As the bodyguards moved to carry out Daniel's order, his narrowed gaze caught sight of Jayson standing a few meters away, a mischievou
The $50 million price tag paled in comparison to the immense suffering he endured in his past, when the Wilson family had coerced him into shouldering the blame for Daniel. He had become the pariah of Jade City, despised by everyone, earning him the infamous title of the Trash who betrayed the beloved fairy of Jade City. For a gruelling five years, he endured relentless scorn and brutal beatings from both the affluent and the destitute. Recalling these painful memories, Jayson felt an instinctive tightening of his fists and took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. Lucy's face twisted with contempt as a sneer played on her lips. "Look at you, Trash. What part of your body could possibly be worth 50 million dollars? Besides your looks, what other merits do you have? Even if you were put up for auction, you wouldn't fetch a million dollars." Jayson retorted with a cold, calculated tone. "My good looks were the very reason I married into the prestigious Wilson family. If you ha
Elena's eyes widened in astonishment as Jayson mentioned the staggering sum of 50 million dollars. It was a revelation she never anticipated, and it left her feeling utterly shocked. Unhappily, she furrowed her brow, unable to hide her disappointment. Daniel let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't the sole recipient of Jayson's surprising revelation. "Jayson, it's just a matter of going to the media and claiming the pregnancy of that woman? Do you believe making money is that simple? If it were that easy, I would have preferred to stay home and not work," Elena said calmly, although she was seething with anger towards Jayson. All the affectionate names she had called him earlier had disappeared into thin air. Jayson maintained a poker face and replied, "Elena, accepting a pregnancy isn't easy either. If it were as simple as you make it sound, Daniel would have already gone to the media and done it." An uncomfortable silence settled over the dining table, and Elena clench
Jayson reclined on the plush pool lounger, leisurely flipping through glossy magazines while intermittently sipping on a refreshing glass of juice. He hummed along to the melodic tunes emanating from his music player, fully immersed in his own world of relaxation. Suddenly, the music abruptly ceased, and a dark shadow fell upon Jayson. "Trash," Chef Breed sneered icily, interrupting Jayson's peaceful respite. He cast a disdainful gaze over Jayson's lounging figure, his expression contorted with displeasure. Puzzled, he couldn't fathom how this lowly individual had managed to obtain the key to the storeroom. The frown on Chef Breed's face deepened as he pondered this revelation. "Follow me, Trash," Chef Breed commanded in a frigid tone. His head held high, he regarded Jayson with a condescending air of superiority. Jayson regarded him with an expression that clearly conveyed his disbelief. He hadn't sought out Chef Breed to settle any scores, but since the chef had come looking for hi
Upon hearing Elena's words, Chef Breed's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor. Panic flooded his eyes as tears streamed down his face. "Please, don't fire me," he pleaded anxiously. "I'm the one who cooked the meal, I beg you." Mrs. Wilson's expression turned icy, and she called for Butler Mark. "Mark!" she called out sharply. Butler Mark hurried into the room, taking in Chef Breed's tear-stained face. He silently sneered, revelling in the chef's misery. "What a fool," he thought to himself, though he kept his thoughts to himself and maintained a composed demeanour. "Summon security and have him escorted off the premises," Mrs. Wilson ordered coldly before turning to leave. Chef Breed's entire body shook with shock. Swallowing his pride, he turned to Jayson and pleaded desperately, "Young Master Jayson, please, forgive me. I beg for your forgiveness." Elena, wanting to say something, restrained herself. She decided to discuss the matter with Jayson later, once she returned
Chef Breed collapsed onto the floor, shock coursing through his veins. He had depleted his entire savings, and if he lost this lucrative position as the Wilson family's chef, where would he ever find another opportunity to work for such a prominent household? "Please, Young Master Jayson, don't dismiss me," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I'll do anything you ask of me." In a moment of desperation, he even delivered a series of tight slaps to his own face. "I'll even punish myself if that's what it takes." Jayson waved his hand dismissively, his tone devoid of emotion. "I'm not one to hold grudges. I forgive you." A wave of relief washed over Chef Breed, but his eyes widened in shock as Jayson continued, "However, if you wish to continue working here, I require a payment of ten thousand dollars." "Ten thousand dollars!" Chef Breed exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief, and his vision began to blur as darkness encroached upon him. Jayson lounged comfortably on the plush recl
Jayson's lips curled into a smirk as he muttered under his breath, "What a fool!" With a quick payment, the ticket was handed to him. Jayson didn't even spare a glance at Hay Wilson; he stealthily made his escape. Hay Wilson couldn't believe his eyes as Jayson slipped away right before him. He never imagined that the Trash of the Wilson family would have the audacity to pull such a stunt. His furious gaze darted around, desperately searching for Jayson. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, seething with anger when he realized Jayson was nowhere to be seen. "Kid, are you finished throwing a tantrum?" sneered the burly man. Hay Wilson shot a cold glare at the burly man and retorted, "Just you wait, my bodyguards will be here any moment." True to his words, Jayson had fled because he knew the Wilson family's sons never went anywhere without their bodyguards. As he glanced up, he spotted seven men in suits approaching. Jayson lowered his head and quickened his pace, swiftly pas
Jayson's fists clenched tightly as he absorbed Mrs. Wilson's words. He had severely underestimated her determination to pin the blame on him. The realization washed over him that he couldn't alter the past; he could only find a way to benefit from it. Elena noticed his presence and turned toward him. "Jayson, come join us for dinner. Why are you just standing there?" Her face beamed with warmth, radiating the essence of a loving wife. With a hint of annoyance, Jayson rolled his eyes. He swaggered over to the vacant chair beside Elena and began devouring his meal, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the faces gathered around the dining table. "Now that you're here, Jayson, everything will be much easier. You and that woman will have to take a photo together, and I expect you to stay home tomorrow," Mrs. Wilson declared firmly, her tone resembling a command. Jayson lifted his head from his plate and retorted, "Mrs. Wilson, it's about time you realized that I'm not your family's sl
Old Anderson, the patriarch of the Saint family, was the first to step forward, accompanied by his son, both renowned pillars of Jade City's pugilistic world. They were joined by nearly a hundred cultivators from various families, forming a formidable ring around Jayson.Despite the presence of the Wilson family guardians, Jayson found satisfaction in knowing that none of the aristocratic families' businesses had been spared. "Trashy Jay, there's nowhere for you to run. Surrender to us and spare yourself a slow and painful death," Julius taunted with a smirk. This day had been long awaited since Jayson had thwarted his chance to ascend the immortal world and had taken Ella from him, Jayson became his heart demon and the person he wanted to kill in the world the most."I'll remember you; your death will come first," Jayson replied, his smile unwavering. Julius was taken aback as he gazed at Jayson, who remained remarkably composed despite the fact that all the influential figures of J
Standing at the top of the office building, Jayson sneered, "Is it time for the other families?" before vanishing from sight.Throughout that fateful night, the entirety of the Wilson family's business empire went up in flames, with warehouses and factories alike reduced to ashes.The news of this catastrophic event dominated headlines, seizing the front pages of newspapers and flooding the airwaves, as live updates of the widespread devastation were broadcast on television.Observing the news coverage, Mrs. Wilson felt no sympathy for her estranged relatives. They had long ago cast her and her family aside when they divided the family's wealth among themselves."Mom, this is terrible; all our family's businesses are gone," Elena remarked, her face drained of colour.Seething with anger, Mrs. Wilson retorted, "What do you mean 'our family business'? The Wilson family's enterprises have nothing to do with us after they divided the family assets and refused to share even a fraction with
Jayson observed with anticipation as the lawyer revealed the outcome of the DNA test. "Based on the evidence presented, it is clear that Gabby Willow is not the biological father of Peter."A slight twitch at the corner of Jayson's lips betrayed his lack of surprise at the revelation. He had suspected that Elena might manipulate the DNA test, knowing all too well the lengths to which she would go to deny Gabby Willow any claim to fatherhood."Nonsense! I refuse to believe it! Peter is my son, and this DNA result is a sham! I won't accept it!" Gabby Willow's voice thundered through the courtroom, his rage palpable."Silence!" the judge commanded as Gabby Willow struggled to contain his fury, wanting to lunge forward but held back by others in the room. The judge proceeded to deliver the final verdict.As the court proceedings came to a close, a look of shock and disbelief washed over Gabby Willow's face. It felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he desperately wished to a
Old Wade stood to the side as Gilbert tried to contact other family members and grandchildren. Unfortunately, they were all magically unreachable or had their phones turned off."Old man, it seems I've wasted enough time on you two; I should be getting rid of you now," the gang boss said, pointing his gun at Old Wade and edging his finger toward the trigger."I'll give you 1% of my shares in the company," Old Wade suddenly offered.The gang boss's expression soured as he scoffed, "1%? Do you think I'm a fool?""3%," Old Wade blurted out in a flustered manner, his fear of death evident."Not bad, old man; you're good at handling a crisis," the gang boss remarked before standing up and leaving the father and son locked in the room.Looking at his father, Gilbert said unhappily, "Dad, you shouldn't have given him 3% of the company shares. Now we're left with only 15%, and our monthly dividends will decrease by 3%."Old Wade let out a disdainful huff and snorted. "Why should I continue to
Facing the menacing presence of a notorious killer, the father and son stood frozen, unable to muster the courage to lie. With a tense expression, Old Wade locked eyes with Gilbert before reluctantly admitting, "We intended to purchase the property, but the asking price is simply too steep. Our purpose in coming here was to negotiate a more reasonable sum."The gang boss regarded the duo with a smirk before scoffing, "The Wade family holds an 18% stake in one of the largest group globally, not to mention the wealthiest company in the country. Even for a shareholder with such substantial holdings, fifty million dollars shouldn't pose a significant obstacle, right?"Old Wade's eyes widened in disbelief, while Gilbert's complexion grew noticeably ashen. Old Wade responded with a hint of dissatisfaction, "We were under the impression that you were prepared to offer the property to us for thirty million dollars. Why the sudden increase to fifty million?"The gang boss lounged back in his c
As Gilbert drove them to the meeting location provided by the buyer, Old Wade couldn't contain his frustration. "Who does he think he is, making such an unreasonable demand? When we get there, I'll give him a piece of my mind. What a thief," he grumbled."Dad, please try to stay calm. We don't know who we're dealing with here," Gilbert urged, worried that his father might escalate the situation. They had an ongoing court case with the Wilson family that required a cash settlement, and their company's monthly dividends wouldn't be enough to cover additional troubles."Why are you so afraid? Sometimes I wonder if I'm even your father. When I was your age, I wasn't afraid of trouble; trouble was afraid of me," Old Wade scolded Gilbert relentlessly.Gilbert remained silent and declined to offer any further comments. Instead, he focused all his attention on driving while his father continued to criticize him as they made their way. Upon arrival, Gilbert hastily parked the car in a nearby s
After Jayson left the court, he headed over to Wade's side to check on their progress. When he caught up with the father-and-son duo, they had already been to more than twenty housing agents in the city, all of whom had refused to entertain their request for a house.Old Wade was seething with anger, clenching his teeth in frustration. "All we asked for was refunds for damaged houses, and they've all ganged up against us. Do they think the Wades are easily pushed around?"Gilbert focused on driving, letting out a rueful sigh before turning to his father and asking, "Dad, what should we do now?"Old Wade gritted his teeth and replied, "I don't believe that none of them will sell us a house. We'll keep searching tomorrow. Stop by a place to eat; I'm famished."Gilbert pulled over at an eatery, and they grabbed a quick bite. Once they were finished, they drove to the nearest hotel and booked rooms for the night.The following day, they rose early, had breakfast, and set out to find a hou
After fleeing, Old Wade hailed a taxi and returned to where Gilbert awaited him. Old Wade's expression darkened upon seeing his son. He hadn't anticipated Gilbert's disloyalty in fleeing at the first sign of danger."Gilbert!" Old Wade bellowed, drawing the attention of the lunchtime crowd in the eatery. Gilbert hung his head low as Old Wade stormed over to his table, pointing an accusatory finger."I regret the day you were born. How could you abandon me in a time of need?" Old Wade scolded.Gilbert lifted his gaze. "Dad, I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen," he replied.Old Wade made no effort to lower his voice; his outburst disrupted the peaceful atmosphere of the eatery, causing discomfort to the diners. A security guard approached them, saying, "Excuse me, sir, please lower your voice. You're disturbing our patrons with the noise."Old Wade turned to the security guard and bellowed, "Do you have any idea who I am? I'm Wade, a shareholder in the Wade group. How dare a me
Old Wade's eyes snapped open, and he immediately berated Gilbert, "Why didn't you catch me before I fell? I've broken my waist."Beads of sweat formed on Gilbert's brow as he scrambled to apologize, "I am deeply sorry, Father. I promise never to fail to catch you again. I won't make such a mistake in the future."Old Wade fixed Gilbert with a steely glare and retorted angrily, "What do you mean, 'next time'? Do you think I enjoy fainting? Don't let this happen again. Find new agent. We can't afford to spend the night out in the open."Gilbert wiped the sweat from his forehead and promised, "Dad, I will contact a new agent."Old Wade huffed in frustration and fell silent. After Gilbert arranged for another agent, they purchased a new house. However, just as they were about to move in, the house collapsed."What's happening?" Old Wade's eyes widened in shock as disbelief etched across his face.If it had happened once, it could have been a mistake, but twice couldn't be attributed to a