THE MEN HAD their mouths hanging open for almost a minute. Arthur raised an eyebrow at them. Mr. Lambert had to intervene. "Uh, Mr. Arthur, these men are from ECCLOSIS money loaning company," Mr. Lambert said. "We owe them and they're here to pressure me." He added solemnly. "This is Mr. Frank and this is Mr. Dunk," he introduced the men.At the sound of their names, they regained their composure and sat up. The one called Frank cleared his throat in an attempt to get back his dignity. He reached into a briefcase and brought out a thick file. He dripped it heavily on the table. Then he stared at Arthur who had a smug smile on his face. "So the restaurant owes you," Arthur asked. It was more of a statement though. but the men nodded in agreement. "Give me a rundown of the debt," Arthur said. The one called Frank cleared his throat again and opened the file. "Mr. Lambert, owner of Le Savoureaux resta – uh, former owner of Le Savoureux restaurant – came to our company and took a loa
ARTHUR CRUISED THE city for almost an hour. He enjoyed the feeling of the breeze rushing past him and the low vibration from the bike's engine. Traffic was light but he screeched to a stop at a red light. "300,000 dollars," He muttered to himself as he or a leg down for stability as he waited for the light to change to green. "How do I spend that? It is not enough for a new apartment. I know most houses in Beverly Hills cost about 10 million dollars. Should I go shopping? Maybe get some formal clothes and shoes... like a designer suit." He thought to himself, but he knew he was going to need some of those types of clothes but he was not ready to buy them now. Another bike, a bit smaller than his pulled up beside him. They glanced at each other and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. "Or maybe I should be wise and go buy some stocks from a big company," He muttered. "Oi!" The biker beside him called to get his attention. He turned and looked at the biker. He could not tell if it
ARTHUR SAT ON a stool, waiting for his boss, Ethan to arrive and assign him to a post. There were other colleagues in the locker room, they were all bigger and more muscular than Arthur. They were talking amongst themselves while changing into their blackshirt and boots. Arthur sat alone, minding his business. He had almost called in sick, because of his liver issues, but he admitted to himself that he was feeling better. A big shadow fell over him, "You're the new kid, right?" A deep bass voice spoke. The whole room fell silent and all the men turned to look at Arthur. Arthur looked up at a tough-looking man. He nodded and stood up defiantly. If this man wanted to cause trouble, he wanted to be ready. "Ethan giving you some issues?" The man asked. Arthur shrugged. "He's the boss. Bosses always give issues," Arthur muttered. The man guffawed and turned to the men around, "I like this one," He said, still laughing. "He's small but tough." Small? Arthur wanted to ask. He had bulk
"THE COLES ARE waiting inside, sir," Dante said to Logan. Logan gave a haughty nod. His eyes flicked past Arthur without any recognition or delay before he walked in with another bald man dogging his steps into the inner room with some of their guards. The soundproof door was closed and the men remained in the waiting room. The Cole's bodyguards stood at one corner, The Salvatore's bodyguards stood at another. Dante and Arthur stood in the middle of the room. "That is not the head of the Salvatore family," Dante whispered. "Hmm?" Arthur played ignorant. "Yeah, that is not the main man in the family," Dante repeated. "I do hope that Mr Cole Snr. does not feel insulted. Because then, there would be trouble." Arthur looked ahead and tried to remember about Logan. He knew that he and Logan were never on good terms before. He knew that like his father, Logan despised him very muchDid Logan truly not recognize him? Or was he just God at hiding his facial reaction?These thoughts bou
"OH SHIT!" DANTE muttered. He looked around the men who shuffled back nervously. "Who did this?" He yelled at the men. Arthur rushed to Ethan's side. His clothes were soaked in blood and he could tell that Ethan was quickly bleeding to death. "Someone fucking call 911!" Dante yelled at the men. Arthur knew that the ambulance would not get here in time, before they did, Ethan would be dead. "What do I do? What do I do?" He murmured to himselfThe system suddenly came to life. [New Gifts unlocked][Gifted surgical hands and knowledge unlocked][Gifted hands and surgical knowledge activated]Suddenly it all became crystal clear to Arthur. He knew what to do. He turned to one of the men, "Oi, you. Go to the bar and get a bottle of alcohol. The strongest one available." The man sneered. "You want to drink your way out of this misery?" Fire and anger flashed in Arthur's eyes and the man mellowed and hurried away. Arthur turned to another. "Go and get a flame blower from the other bar
IT WAS THE ringing sound of the system that roused Arthur 5 hours later. [Ding! Ding! Ding!] "Huh?" Arthur lifted his chin from the floor. There was a drool of saliva running from the side of his mouth. He wiped it with the edge of his shirt as he stood up. [The host succeeded in doing an almost impossible feat, and the host must be rewarded] [Compatibility with system >>> 70%][Numerous good deeds completed][Liver health has been restored to maximum][Host general health upgraded >>> 80%][New skills unlocked][Rational thinking unlocked][Credit alert of 20,000,000 dollars credited into bank][Level upgraded >>> Class A economy man] [New Task ]The system reeled all those out in the space of 3 seconds. Arthur was still disoriented and his brain was still fuzzy and he was struggling to catch up. "What does all these mean?" He asked. The system replied to him, "It means that you have been healed. Your liver will not give you any more problems."Arthur did not believe it. He im
THE LADY, HELEN, was stunned. Her mouth fell open. "What did you say, sir?" Arthur looked around the company. "Yeah, I'm sure you heard me well. I want to buy the place." He turned to the man, "Call your boss and tell him that there is an interested buyer. Do it now!" The man was called Fraser, he chuckled uneasily. "I don't want to disturb the boss for something that is –""Just do it, Fraser!" Helen snapped. Fraser shook his head. "You believe that this thing can buy a house in Beverly Hills and also the company?" He laughed. "You are even more stupid than I thought, Helen." He walked to a leather chair and sat down. "Don't worry about him, sir," Helen said. "He is just having a bad day." She tried to cover up for her colleague, but it was a lie. Fraser had always been like that, rude and impatient. She repeated, "I will call the boss myself, Fraser is just having a bad day."Well, his day is just about to get much worse, Arthur thought to himself. He simply smiled at Helen and
THE OWNER OF GERMAINE real estate was called Mr. Germaine. Yes, he named the company after himself. He was a short pudgy man with a tiny voice. He came out to meet with Arthur in front of the company. "Mr. Salvatore," Mr. Germaine said, extending his hand for a handshake which Arthur accepted. "I am Germaine." Arthur nodded. "Your staff, Helen, said something about you wanting to sell the place," Mr. Germaine looked at the building and nodded. "Yes. I want to move on to another phase of life. Understand?" Arthur nodded. "How much is the place worth?" Germaine chuckled and stroked his mustache. "The company is worth a lot, I assure you." He looked at the building again. "We are not running at a loss or anything like that. The company's future is secured. I just want to move on."Arthur smiled. He knew that Germaine was lying. The company was almost on the verge of bankruptcy, He remembered that Helen had said something like that. "So how much do you want to sell it?" Arthur aske