2024-05-26 10:50:49In the bustling cafeteria, Olivia's laughter filled the air as she mocked Asher cynically. "Hey, do you think you could be an heir? Maybe you should hire more actors to dramatize, Asher!" She taunted, accompanied by waves of mockery from those around her.
The cafeteria patrons echoed Olivia's sentiments, their looks filled with disdain towards Asher. Various whispers could be heard. "Look, after being rejected, this country bumpkin is putting on a show!" "Poor Asher! So desperate for Olivia's approval that he's hiring others." "I think Asher's foolish. Wanting to date Olivia so badly!" However, Olivia's echoing laughter suddenly subsided when Mr. Leonester, the butler, spoke calmly yet firmly, "You should be careful with your words, Mrs. Halbert. The Dixon family's power should not be underestimated." The cafeteria fell into a hush. Those who were whispering seemed to avert their eyes, avoiding the sharp and intimidating gaze of the white-haired, yet dignified, man. Meanwhile, Darren, unable to stand Olivia's mockery, stood up immediately, portraying himself as a hero defending his beloved. "Don't speak to Olivia like that! You have no right to insult someone like that," he hissed, his sharp gaze directed at Mr. Leonester, attempting to belittle the butler's position. However, Asher remained silent, observing the scene before him with mixed emotions. He felt hurt seeing Darren, who he once trusted, defending Olivia so fiercely. Yet, he also felt relieved seeing Mr. Leonester sternly rebuke Olivia for her demeaning behavior. In silence, Asher chose to take a wise step forward, restraining the turmoil within him. Darren persisted with his harsh stance, his biting remarks flowing despite the increasing tension around him. "You're just a mere butler, Mr! You have no right to speak to us like that. Asher is no heir to anything. We all know that," he declared challengingly. Mr. Leonester remained composed, but his gaze was powerful as he responded, "Mr. Alexander, what you believe and what is factual are two different things. Asher Dixon is the rightful heir of the Dixon family, and that fact cannot be altered by anyone's opinion or desires." The argument escalated, turning the once lively cafeteria into a tense atmosphere. The students, initially bystanders, now engaged in discussions, dissecting what unfolded before them. "Exactly! Asher isn't an heir, an orphan can't be an heir!" "But hey, Asher carries the Dixon name. A respected family and company in this country!" Meanwhile, Asher remained silent, but his eyes conveyed determination. He wouldn't allow anyone, including Darren, to undermine the rights or insult the Dixon family legacy. Although betrayed, he opted to keep a cool head, waiting for the right moment to act. Amidst the escalating tension, Mr. Leonester finally concluded the conversation with a resounding statement, "It's time to end this debate. Facts cannot be altered by mere words. Asher Dixon is the rightful heir of the Dixon family, and that is a fact everyone here must accept." Mr. Leonester's final words echoed in the cafeteria, leaving Darren puzzled and frustrated. Asher felt relieved seeing Mr. Leonester defend and affirm his position, yet he also sensed that significant challenges awaited in the future, both from Darren and others who might disagree with this acknowledgment. Olivia stood with folded arms, her disdainful gaze still evident. She exhaled arrogantly as if challenging Asher. "We have no relationship anymore, Asher. Go play your role as an heir somewhere else!" she jeered. Darren, who had been observing quietly, approached Olivia confidently. He embraced her waist affectionately, making Asher glare with a mix of hatred and hurt. His heart felt wounded by this betrayal. How could Darren, once considered his friend, become part of this betrayal? "Asher, this is the real world. Don't think that with your fake titles and wealth, you can act like a wealthy person," Darren added coldly, attempting to assert dominance and bring Asher face-to-face with harsh realities. Yet, Asher didn't give in easily. He stared at Darren and Olivia with cold eyes, his desire for revenge growing stronger. "Hah! Acting like a wealthy person?" Asher laughed cynically, his voice filled with confidence. Mr. Leonester, who had been silently observing, finally spoke with a calm yet firm voice. "This isn't just about fake titles or wealth, but about integrity and morality. The reality you must accept, Asher, is that you are the rightful heir of the Dixon company, not just a title or money." Mr. Leonester's words made Darren and Olivia pause momentarily. They realized that the power and influence of the Dixon family couldn't be taken lightly, considering the company's success and reputation. Asher looked on cynically, then spoke with a cold tone. "Fine, think what you want. I hope you can all find happiness or suffer together!" Then Asher walked out of the cafeteria, leaving whispers and curious glances from everyone. Mr. Leonester followed the young master from behind, becoming Asher's guiding light.
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CHAPTER 148
Asher was standing in front of Alicia’s apartment door. He held a bouquet of pink roses and a high-end box of chocolates wrapped with a black ribbon. A calm smile adorned his face, but the corner of his eye shifted sharply to the left. Someone had been following him—quiet steps, but not stealthy enough to escape Asher’s notice. Now, he could hear a thought whispering from behind the bushes: “Damn! They’re still close? If this meeting started with even a small kiss… enough to make headlines. Barnnet could be in trouble!” Asher’s smile changed. It was no longer gentle, but a sly smirk was barely visible. He knew this was a golden moment. One shot, and it could overturn many of the hidden plans—especially Barnnet’s. He was curious to see how Kaylery Barnnet would react later. Click. The door opened. Alicia stood in the doorway. Her wavy black hair fell naturally, and a dark-gray knee-length dress framed her elegantly. Her gaze was calm, as always, until that moment. The next second,
CHAPTER 147
Jett Carter stood calmly in the center of the boardroom, his gray suit neatly fitted, though the dust of travel still lingered in his breath. In his left hand, he held a black folder containing the investigation files from the Baltimore port. In front of the Dixon executives, he opened each page with quiet confidence, backed by the results of his sleepless efforts."Asher," Jett Carter said firmly, "the Baltimore logistics are clean."He handed over the documents complete with port authority stamps, sample test comparisons, and recorded confessions from the local distributor. The evidence that had only circulated as whispers was now clearly written. All of this had started from a small strategy by Asher, who had deliberately inserted legal comparisons into Dixon’s distribution line, as a diversion."They accepted our report," Jett continued. "They realized that Dixon’s products were not part of the smuggling chain. The illegal goods were inserted from outside, not from us."A few exec
CHAPTER 146
Problems were divided equally, like a chessboard that needed to be cleared square by square. Asher dispatched Jett Carter to finalize the logistics issue—the smuggling of drug-laced candies that had infiltrated the port city of Baltimore. The city never slept, and from the docks to hidden alleys, the illegal goods circulated smoothly. Too smoothly.Meanwhile, Asher himself was buried in piles of files and data. His main focus was on the former construction company owned by Alexander. Every project in the Detroit area was monitored one by one. He reviewed all the reports, checked the contract documents, and even re-examined the field workers. No matter how exhausting it was. He forced himself to finish that day, even though time was insufficient. However, Asher never believed in the word “later.”It had been the fourth week since the conversation about his wedding date with Alicia. And since that day, Asher had not seen her even once. The scandal that struck Dixon had forced him to wor
CHAPTER 145
Asher's gaze was piercing, hinting at a fury on the verge of eruption. After finalizing his wedding plans with Alicia, set for two weeks from now, he knew he had to resolve the scandal surrounding her. He needed to clear his fiancée's name in the public eye. Without delay, he contacted Joseph—his cold tone leaving no room for refusal. He demanded the truth behind the photo. Moreover, he instructed Joseph to dig deeper—into Kaylery. Yet, before his anger could subside, another blow struck. A logistics issue shook the company. Not only was Asher taken aback—even Aberon was stunned. The entire executive team gathered with tense faces, discussing Dixon's shipment to a neighboring country. A question hung in the air: how could their product cause such a problem that it involved international police? "Sir, disaster!" A staff member burst in, his face pale. "There's dangerous contraband inside our product. The logistics team ... they've been detained. You need to intervene immediately
CHAPTER 144
Soft music thumped in the background, and dim lights hung low in the private lounge owned by Waldric. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol mixed with expensive perfume. A model laughed loudly on the sofa while sipping a nearly spilling pink drink, while at the end of the room, Waldric sat relaxed, his jacket open, tie loose, and expression satisfied.He raised his glass toward Kaylery, who sat across from him, his smile wide, almost like a child who had just received an expensive toy."I can't believe it was this simple. You saw it yourself, didn't you? These models... wild, full of energy, and most importantly—profitable."Kaylery responded with a slight nod, sipping his drink, not saying much, just a subtle smile. He preferred watching Waldric puff out his chest, like a big boss who had just won something."I should have done this earlier," Waldric continued, chuckling while swirling his glass. "That drug... amazing. They become more... appealing on camera. More confident. T
CHAPTER 143
Asher stared at his laptop screen without truly reading. His mind was overwhelmed. The wall clock showed it was nearly nine in the evening. The office was quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioner and the rustling of papers from Kailos, who remained faithfully standing beside the desk.The issues with the former Alexander company's branch had nearly driven him mad that day. Overlapping reports, unsynchronized logistics distribution, and an old system not yet fully integrated. He had contacted the branch head in Detroit earlier that afternoon, his tone flat, though his eyes betrayed fatigue.After filing away the last document, Asher leaned back in his chair. He exhaled deeply. His back felt heavy—as if the weight of the company clung to it, refusing to let go."A report from Dixon just came in; I'll place it here," Kailos said, setting a thin folder on Asher's desk. "There's also a request from the hotel branches to recheck their purchasing systems."Asher nodded, opening the
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