In 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.Latest Chapter
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Asher sat leaning back in a chair beside Joseph’s gurney. His hospital clothes had been replaced with a white shirt and dress pants. The pain in his upper arm had eased, although he still needed medication to recover fully. His arms were crossed over his chest as he waited for the man lying there to open his eyes. Asher’s mind was very busy. He was guessing whether his other men were able to capture Waldric or not. There had been no message yet about Waldric’s arrest. There was only one message from Aberon regarding the relationship between Aldric and Kaylery. “Si–Sir!” Joseph’s startled voice pulled Asher back to reality. He looked toward Joseph, who was trying to sit up from his lying position. However, Asher quickly stopped him and made Joseph lie back down. “Don’t push yourself, Joseph,” Asher said as he sat back down, adjusting his position. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry for troubling you,” Joseph said, feeling embarrassed. “Focus on healing yourself first,” Asher said, his gaze sti
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“You trusted your father, right?” Asher spoke, even though Aldric was like that, the middle-aged man Asher had met several times truly loved Alicia. Asher was certain that Aldric was now trying to clean up the chaos that had happened. He was even sure that Aldric would not stay silent if he was kicked around in political circles. Aldric surely held keys or secrets of the elites.Alicia fell silent; she did not know either. She used to believe in him, even made her father her role model. However, since the infidelity scandal surfaced, her trust had declined.“Just trust your father. He would try for you, don’t think about other problems. Heal yourself first, after that let’s live together,” Asher replied soothingly while holding Alicia’s hand.A warm and calming feeling settled in Alicia’s heart. She looked at Asher with admiration. The man she once met by the roadside, the stiff man who only talked about business, now spoke so gently and attentively.While Asher was feeling a butterf
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Asher’s body felt stiff, pain slowly spreading every time he unconsciously shifted his fingers. His eyelids fluttered before finally opening, slowly adjusting to the overly bright white light. The smell of medicine immediately rushed in, cold and bitter, making his chest rise and fall more deeply.“Asher… Asher!”The voice was faint, but familiar enough to pull Asher fully back. His vision blurred for a moment, then Alicia’s figure appeared at the edge of his sight, standing beside the bed, her face pale but real.“Alicia…” Asher’s voice sounded hoarse, almost inaudible.He tried to sit up. His muscles resisted, sharp pain flaring instantly. Alicia reflexively held Asher’s shoulder, but before she could push him further, the door opened. A doctor and a nurse entered with quick steps—the emergency call had been pressed by Alicia seconds earlier.“Stay calm,” the doctor said after a brief examination. A small flashlight was directed into Asher’s eyes, then toward the monitor beside the
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Satisfied with the discussion with his father, he left and returned to his room only to change his clothes. The suit was replaced with a dark jacket, and the watch was adjusted one notch. A few minutes later, he was already sitting in the car with Joseph. The engine started, city lights were left behind, and the road led toward a pier far from home. Toward a place where iron and saltwater mixed.Rows of shipping containers stood like steel graves. The giant boxes were rusted at the corners, large enough to swallow a human in silence, cold, and indifferent to the activity outside. Asher stepped into one of the blue containers.Inside, the hanging light cut through the darkness. The smell of metal and faint antiseptic mixed together. Waldric sat tied to a chair, his face already treated—bandages neatly attached—though the swelling had not fully gone down. Waldric lifted his eyes, greeting Asher with a smile that was far too calm for someone in that condition.“You are already very pitif
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Asher walked toward Aberon’s study. His mind was in turmoil, yet his expression remained calm, as if he was unaffected by the problems he was facing. Earlier, Aberon had contacted him, saying there was something to discuss regarding an issue about a subsidiary entering the political arena.“Did you really never step into the world of politics, Dad?” As soon as he entered, Asher fired off a question that made Aberon look up at him.Aberon let out a slow breath, as the Dixon Foundation, which had been established to help the underprivileged, support education, and serve as a charitable body, had once been offered a role by someone from the political opposition. However, Aberon had rejected it, even after being approached many times.“Are you suspecting me?” Aberon spoke, even though he was confident that Asher would trust him.Asher did not answer, choosing instead to sit on the sofa beside Aberon. His gaze unintentionally fell on a stack of documents on the table, and Asher picked up o
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Asher let out a soft scoff.“Interesting,” Asher murmured after reading that thought or voice. “In a condition like this, you still thought you could walk out of my grip with a faint smile.”Waldric lifted his head slightly. The corner of his lips curved faintly, forming a thin smirk that was almost invisible.“Did I look like someone who regretted anything?” Waldric asked in a hoarse voice.Asher stared at Waldric longer. The ring on his finger felt warm, as if responding to the contents of his opponent’s heart. Waldric’s thoughts were layered. Extremely sly, cautious, and full of small traps prepared even for the worst situation. The innocent and foolish face he showed was merely a mask.“He was not a pawn,” Asher thought. “He was manipulative,” Asher continued in his mind.“Do you know why I did not destroy you immediately?” Asher finally asked.Waldric stayed silent, but his thoughts were loud. Far too loud.“Because you wanted me to move,” Asher continued softly. “You wanted me t
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