Instead of defending himself, Hector sneered. He glanced at the door and resisted the urge to remind them that the vice president was supposed to come pick him up.
“I can leave, but don’t beg me to come back,” Hector said, his expression serious. “Sending me away might make you regret it.”
Colt burst into laughter, his voice echoing around the room. “Regret it? Me? Have you ever made me regret anything in my life? Why would I ask you to come back? Do you think you are that special that I would beg for you to return to where you aren’t even wanted?”
Hector’s frown deepened but he clenched his fist and kept quiet instead. After all, he had nothing to say to Colt. When Colt was tired of speaking, he would be quiet.
“You’re too foolish to think I’d ever ask you to return after getting kicked out. It’s laughable that you believe that’s even possible.”
The receptionist felt a pang of awkwardness for Hector. She couldn’t understand why he remained there, seemingly unfazed by the treatment he was receiving. She felt a twinge of sympathy for him but was also concerned about her own job. She couldn't afford to act rashly.
Colt held more power than her in the company and she couldn’t go against him.
“You’re still as arrogant as ever!” Colt shouted. “But this time, I’m the one in a higher position. My level is something you’ll never reach! You should leave before I call security.”
Before Hector could respond, the vice president arrived. Her slender legs looked long in her fitted pants, and her flowing hair framed a strikingly beautiful face. The receptionist’s nerves were on edge at the sight of the vice president. She was worried about getting scolded since Hector was still there.
“What’s going on here?” the vice president asked, her brows furrowing in concern.
Colt turned to face her, adopting a polite smile that didn’t quite match his earlier demeanor. “There’s nothing wrong,” he said smoothly.
Hector rolled his eyes at Colt’s rapid shift in attitude. He glanced at the vice president, wondering if she was the one supposed to pick him up, given the respect they were showing her.
“Okay, if there are no problems, that’s good,” she said, meeting Hector’s eyes briefly before looking away.
Seizing the opportunity to ingratiate himself with the vice president, Colt moved toward her. “Is there anything you need, Vice President? I can assist if necessary and I am good at my job. I’m one of the best employees—”
Before he could finish, the vice president walked past him, ignoring his offer. Colt’s face paled in shock as he realized his smile had been disregarded.
Hector struggled to keep from laughing out loud, and Colt shot him a glare. Hector gave him a look that read ‘I thought you said you were important’.
“What brings you here, ma’am?” the receptionist asked, her gaze silently pleading for guidance.
“Has anyone by the name of Mr. Henderson arrived?” the vice president, Sheila, asked.
At the mention of his name, Hector realized that Sheila was indeed the person sent to pick him up.
‘The vice president looks younger than I thought she would.’ Hector thought.
The receptionist shook her head. “No one by that name has shown up today.”
Sheila glanced at Hector again, then looked away. “Are you sure? He doesn’t know his way around here, and I’m supposed to meet him.”
Hector stood silently, a grin spreading across his face. He decided to keep his identity concealed for now, curious to see how his classmate would react.
“He hasn’t been here, ma’am,” the receptionist said, her voice tinged with anxiety about her job. “I will surely know if he had been here.”
Sheila’s expression grew confused. She pondered why the man wasn’t present, especially since the president had personally called her. Clearly, the person she was looking for was important.
Her gaze shifted back to Hector, and then to Colt.
Colt’s face was a picture of panic, trembling as he processed the information. He realized that Hector’s name matched the one Sheila was searching for. Could Hector actually be connected to the vice president?
Colt glanced at Hector, and the sight of his self-satisfied grin sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly looked away, convinced that Hector could not be the person Sheila was looking for. Their names must be a coincidence.
Seeing Colt’s reaction, Sheila stepped closer to them. Folding her arms, she looked up at Colt. “Given your reaction, do you know who Mr. Henderson is?”
Colt flinched, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Henderson?” he stammered.
“Yes,” Sheila confirmed. “It seems like you’ve seen him.”
Hesitantly, Colt pointed toward Hector. “His surname happens to be Henderson. But I think there must be a misunderstanding. There’s no way the vice president would be looking for someone like him.”
Sheila didn’t waste any more time on Colt. Her attention returned to Hector. She scanned him from head to toe, trying to confirm if he could be the person she was supposed to meet. “Are you Mr. Henderson?” she asked calmly.
Colt’s disbelief was evident as he watched Sheila address Hector with respect.
“There must be a mistake, Vice President!” Colt interjected before Hector could reply. “He’s not the person you’re looking for. Look at his attire! He doesn’t even have nice shoes. He also arrived on a scooter and appears to be just a delivery man.”
Sheila turned her gaze sharply toward Colt. “I would prefer if he answered the question himself,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Colt’s teeth were clenched in frustration as he stepped back, clearly annoyed that Hector was receiving attention he felt should be directed at him. “Okay.”
“Are you Mr. Henderson?” Sheila asked again, her gaze holding Hector’s and a serious look on her face.
With a sneer, Hector nodded. “I am Mr. Henderson. I’m indeed the person you’ve been looking for.”
Colt’s face paled as the blood drained from it. Hector had just claimed to be Mr. Henderson. His brows twitched, and the terror he had felt earlier only intensified. But still, he clung to the belief that it was just a coincidence.There was no way Hector could know the vice president of the company. He wasn’t even qualified to breathe the same air as her, let alone be familiar with her.Sheila held Hector’s gaze, and when he didn’t waver, a slight smile curved her lips. “Welcome. We can discuss more when we reach my office.”Colt’s jaw dropped. Hector, the guy he had dismissed, was being invited to the vice president’s office—an area Colt himself had never even come close to.“You must be mistaken!” Colt shouted, his voice breaking through the silence. “This isn’t the real Mr. Henderson! You’re making a mistake! Trust me, I know who he is—he’s nothing but a poor loser!”Hector rubbed his ears, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Colt cause a scene. “You’re too loud,” he said ca
“I will lead the way then, follow me.”“Alright.” Sheila smiled at him and began to lead him towards the direction of her office. Seeing that Hector was leaving, Colt threw himself to Hector’s feet.“I am so sorry! I am truly, deeply sorry!” Colt bawled, tears streaming down his face. “I’m begging you, Hector. Please give me another chance! I’ve put my heart and soul into this job for years. It’s everything to me. I can’t lose it—please, I’m on my knees begging you!”Hector glanced down at him, his eyes betraying a flicker of emotion.“Please, remember our past,” Colt continued, his voice breaking. “Think about the times we shared. For the sake of what we once had, help me. Help me get my job back. I’ll do anything. Just give me one more chance. I swear I’ll make it right.”Hector sneered, shaking his head. Now that his identity has been revealed, Colt was trying to make up for all he had said for the past years. “Friends? Were we really friends? I don’t remember us being friends.”N
With a grin on his face, Hector leaned back in his chair. “That's right, I will be the one taking over the company.”Sheila's brows furrowed in confusion, and she turned her gaze away from Hector, still struggling to believe that he was the one set to inherit the business.From what she knew, only family members of the Hendersons could own the company, and Hector didn’t look like one of them.She face-palmed. How could she miss it? He shared the same surname as her previous boss.“Are you sure it’s really him?” she questioned the housekeeper. “There must be a mistake. I might have picked the wrong person.”Hector frowned. He had just told her he was the person she was asked to pick up, yet she chose not to pay him any attention.The housekeeper chuckled. “There’s no mistake. He just doesn’t like to dress up much. I’ll send you a picture of him now.”The call ended, and a few seconds later, her phone chimed. She hurriedly checked it and saw the picture of the man she was supposed to me
Hector was hunched over the laundry basket, quietly scrubbing clothes in the sink when his mother-in-law stormed in. Without a word, she tossed a pair of dirty socks onto his face, her eyes filled with contempt.“Not only have you been washing that for the past forty minutes, but you also forgot to pick up all the dirty stuff. Who made you think that anyone here would be your slave? Trash like you should know your place and make sure this doesn’t happen again!”Just then, his wife, Madison, walked into the laundry room and stood in front of her mother, Abigail, trying to stop her from saying anything more.“Mom, stop!” she said, feeling terrible that Hector was being treated like that, knowing he had dignity too.Hector glanced at them. After all, he was just the useless son-in-law of the Edmund family, one who could only do house chores.“Don’t try to stop me!” Abigail snarled, clearly furious. “Isn’t he someone worth talking to like that?! Not only is he useless to the family, but n
As soon as Mr. Edmund, Madison’s grandfather, walked into the room, the conversation ceased. Once he sat down, his gaze shifted toward the women in the family. There were six of them, including Madison.“Has it been decided?” Mr. Edmund asked. “Who will marry Jack Jayden?”The women exchanged uneasy glances.“I can’t marry Jack,” Julia, Madison's cousin, said, twirling her hair to flaunt the sparkling ring on her finger. “I’m already engaged, and my fiancé is a wealthy man who could help the family in the future.”The others nodded, knowing who her fiancé was.“Sarah is engaged too,” Julia added, gesturing toward another cousin. “Both of our fiancés are rich and will be valuable to the family. The other women here are also dating potential men who could help in the future. Madison is the only one suitable to marry Jack.”Abigail’s face reddened with anger at the suggestion of her daughter marrying Jack. “Madison is already married,” she said firmly.“We’re all aware of that,” Julia re
Hearing Hector yell that he didn’t agree made everyone even more surprised than they had been. The room fell silent, as if a golden goose had just passed by, before a cackle of laughter filled the place.In a few seconds, everyone including Abigail burst into laughter.“You don’t agree?” they mocked.“You don’t even have the qualification to participate in the family meeting.”“Who the hell do you think you are, voicing your opinion like that?”Each of them glared at him, resentment and amusement written all over their faces. They couldn’t help but question what he had actually disagreed with.“Are you saying you refuse to collect the one million dollars that she asked for your sake, or you refuse to let her get married to someone else?” Julia questioned, grinning at Hector.Taking a deep breath, Hector glanced at Julia. “Both,” he replied, a serious look on his face. “I am not going to let her get married to a man like Jack.”Madison’s head snapped to Hector’s direction. Not only had
"I can save the business! I'm being for real," Hector said. "Just give me some time."Madison's eyes watered in frustration. She had been expecting someone to come save her like a hero, but they were nowhere in sight.Her so-called husband was even making matters worse by acting like a clown.'Did he think the meeting was a place where he could make jokes?’ she thought, her fist tightening, knuckles turning white."I'm not joking!" Hector yelled, but it only increased the snickers.Glaring at him, she pointed to the door. "You should leave, Hector," she stated. "There is no need for you to be here anymore."Hesitating, Hector wanted to protect her. However, seeing the painful look on her face, his heart sank. She hadn’t believed him, and he had spoken as if she was going to."Just leave," she added. "I won’t repeat myself."His lips opened and closed immediately; he had never expected things to go that way. His brain was totally blank, and he had no idea how to feel about all of it. T
Hector was shocked. How could this be happening? How was it possible? He ran his hand through his hair, several thoughts racing through his head.He wondered if the housekeeper was joking with him, but then he remembered the housekeeper was not someone to joke about something like that.The event from three years ago was still fresh in his mind. It was the day his grandfather was poisoned and became unconscious. Hector was framed, but there was no proof that he was the one who had poisoned his grandfather.Instead of killing him, they kicked him out of the family. They didn’t believe him when he said he wasn’t the one who had poisoned his grandfather. How could he have poisoned the very man who cared about him the most in the family?Despite his efforts to find the real culprit, it was fruitless. He was painted as the villain, and all the suspicion led to him.They cast him aside like a bug that wasn’t needed anymore. Ever since then, he had become the useless son-in-law of the Edmund