THE RESUSCITATED SON-IN-LAW

The Myers clothing brand was one of most popular brands in the world. The members of the Myers family were also well-respected because of their philanthropic works. Even the minister and the governor would give appointments to Gregory, their family head. They weren’t the type to have the best seats in the theater but would reserve the whole theater itself if they decided to watch a movie outside, even though they had a home theater. Such was the stature the Myers enjoyed. With Myers brand worth over 20 billion dollars, it was only natural for the family members to have millions sitting in each of their bank accounts. Well, all except one. They treated every other family member well, except for one, their one-and-only son-in-law, Carlos Wallace. The reason for treating him so poorly was because during a nation-wide fashion event, his whole family was invited to grace the stage. As he and his family of in-laws were on their way, he unintentionally ended up stepping on top of his mother

A man with a messy look, Carlos, entered the hair saloon and received many weird glances. Their movements, be it of their eyelids or their fingers, looked to be in slow motion in his eyes. “Hey, this place ain’t for beggars!” one of the workers there tried to push him out, but he took out a hundred dollar bill. “S-Sorry, sir. Please take your seat.” the worker’s behavior took a U-turn. “What type of haircut and shave do you want?” “As clean and simple as possible.” In a few minutes, the job was done. The workers and other customers were surprised by how differently he looked now. Though he had a thin scar running diagonally at the corner of his left eye, his overall appearance was quite manly. He looked rather thin as if he was on an extreme diet, but his deep brow-ridge, his intense gaze, and his thick jaw, everything about his mein screamed manliness. He didn’t care about the change in the impression the others were having of him. He walked out of the saloon and looked around wit

A brand new Myers’ luxurious clothing store was being inaugurated by the rising star Sofia Myers. Her live-in lover also accompanied her. Hundreds thronged at the entrance just to see Sofia and to get autographs and selfies. She didn’t give a single autograph or take any selfie until she opened the showroom. She then stated, “I’ll take selfies with those who buy at least one product from this store.” Those words were like fuel thrown in fire. Almost everyone rushed into the store and looked for anything they could buy. Andres was impressed with Sofia. “You really know how to sell stuff.” “Fufu,” she snorted arrogantly. “Look at them fighting like monkeys to buy things from the store. Fans like them are one of the reasons I became an actress. I only need to do a little bit of good now and then, and they’ll take care of the rest.” The two of them could hear people not only talking about Sofia but also her father. Hearing praises from them only swelled Sofia’s pride some more. “You

Only the important guests were invited to the birthday party of Caroline Bisconsley, the wife of the late Benedict Bisconsley who loved her wife so much he gave his entire property to her. Naturally, all of her children and relatives very much sucked up to her at every possible moment. While Caroline greeted everyone equally, her eyes caught sight of two handsome men in the crowd. She showed them to her granddaughter, Laurel, from a distance. “The orange-haired one is Marlon Myers. The only son of Gregory Myers,” Caroline said. “From what I know, he’s definitely going to inherit at least half of Myers’ assets.” “He’s good-looking, for sure,” Laurel said and glanced at the second man. “What about the other guy?” “Ah, he’s more of a rogue with a vague background. Don’t know if it’s his real name or not, but he calls himself Charles Wallace. He’s a gambler who’s got hundreds of millions sitting in his bank account.” “Charles Wallace?” Laurel was a little surprised. “Isn’t he the one

Charles just won another poker competition and pocketed 3.5 million dollars. The press interviewed him afterward and asked for the secret of his success. “Focus and determination. Those two things will help get results.” That was all he said. “What about luck?” a random reporter asked back. “There’s no such thing as luck,” replied Charles. “Everything in this world is ordained by God. He once stripped me of everything, and then he decided to make me sit here and talk with you guys.” “Haha, you mean you’ve become successful because God wished for it and not because of your own hard work?” “Well, I always work hard, but my effort ends with picking the next poker card on the table. I can’t control the cards every other player picks, can I? The picture I see is very little compared to what a bird in the sky can see, let alone the guy sitting up above the sky, don’t you think? So, the answer to your question is… will you live for a thousand years just because you breathe harder?” His