Ethan stepped out of the room, joining Dan in the corridor outside. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he faced the doctor.Dan looked at Ethan, concern etched on his face. "Ethan, we need to talk. This situation is escalating, and we can't let it go on like this. What do you plan to do about it?"Ethan's eyes gleamed with determination as he met Dan's gaze. "I won't rest until I get my hands on that white-haired man. He's responsible for all of this."Dan raised an eyebrow, his tone filled with skepticism. "And how exactly do you plan to do that? You don't even know his name or his true identity."Ethan smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Before, I didn't know. But now, I do."Dan's curiosity piqued, and he leaned in closer. "You've found out who he is? How?"Ethan held Dan's gaze, his voice low and intense. "Call it a gut feeling. Something inside me tells me that I'm closer than ever to uncovering his true identity. And when I do, he won't know what hi
The atmosphere in the Arthur household had become livelier and happier since their newfound success. Daphne, accompanied by her girlfriends, had gathered in the luxurious living room, ready to share stories of her recent trip to France. Daphne, holding a glass of champagne, raised it high, catching everyone's attention. "Cheers, ladies! To the fabulous life we now lead!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with arrogance. Her friends, equally enamored by the glitz and glamour surrounding them, joined in the toast, clinking their glasses together. "Cheers!" Amidst the laughter and chatter, Daphne couldn't help but showcase her wealth with pride. "Oh, girls, you should have seen the extravagant boutiques in Paris. I bought the most exquisite designer clothes and accessories. It was like stepping into a dream!" Her friends listened with envy, marveling at her tales. "Daphne, you're living the life! How did you manage to snag such wealth? You're a lucky girl." Daphne smirked, taking a s
Peter hurriedly arrived at his company, his mind racing with the potential legal issue that awaited him. As he stepped through the entrance, his assistant, a young woman whose face was etched with worry, approached him."Mr. Arthur, I'm glad you're here," she said, her voice trembling. "There's something you need to know. The assistant for the CEO of BG Investments is here, demanding an audience with you. He seems very serious about the matter."Peter's brows furrowed in concern, but he maintained a calm facade. "Thank you for informing me. Don't worry, I'll handle it. Can you please show him to my office?"The assistant nodded, her anxiety evident. "Of course, Mr. Arthur. But please be cautious. It seems like a delicate situation."Peter offered her a reassuring smile. "I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I can handle it. Trust me, everything will be alright."With a deep breath, Peter headed toward his office, his mind focused on preparing himself for the impending meeting.
Peter returned home, frustration evident in his demeanor as he entered the living room where Amelia and Daphne were waiting.Amelia, noticing his tense expression, stood up and approached him. "Peter, what happened? Is everything alright?"Peter let out a frustrated sigh, his voice laced with irritation. "No, everything is not alright. There's been a setback at the company—a potential legal issue. The assistant for the CEO of BG Investments came demanding answers, accusing us of using low-quality materials in the building project."Daphne's eyes widened in shock, her voice filled with concern. "Father, what are we going to do? This could tarnish our reputation and jeopardize everything we've worked for."Peter paced back and forth, his frustration mounting. "I know, Daphne. We need to handle this carefully. We've assured them that we will cooperate and provide evidence, but they won't settle for just words. They expect transparency and accountability."Amelia frowned, her voice tinged
The Arthur’s mansion, Peter hurriedly made his way back home, his mind engulfed by the devastating news of the contract about to collapse at any time.“I asked you yo check on the materials used. I specifically told you guys to check these things give the end of the day, how come I'm the one doing this now. Do I need to do your job for you and also pay you at th end of the month? You better get things done or you are fired”.Peter fired angrily over the phone at the employee who is in charge of overseeing the materials used .He got out of hid new car with a moddy expression. There is no sign of the same happiness he had when he git the car for the first time .Everything seems to have vanished into thin air. Each step felt heavier than the last as he replayed the events in his head. How could this have happened? He had been careful with the project, ensuring every detail was perfect. Yet, now, everything seemed to be working against him.As he entered the house, his eyes met A
With a worried look, she got out of her car with her bag in her hands. She did not even care or respond to the butler who was welcoming her .“Welcome, youn…”And before he could finish, she had already dashed into the house with a worried look. Daphne pushed open the front door, a mixture of curiosity and concern carved on her face. As she stepped into the house, she sensed an unusual tension in the air. The once energetic atmosphere it had not long ago had been replaced by an aura of anger and frustration. She could hear her mother muttering angrily to herself as she sorted through the items she had recently purchased."Mom, I'm home, where is dad? ," Daphne called out with a cold look , hoping to diffuse the mounting tension.Amelia glanced up from her task, her face contorted with anger. "Oh, it's you," she replied curtly. "Your father? Is he home? Yeah I remember he went away, I think he went to his study. Why haven't you seen him?"Daphne's brows furrowed in concern. "N
Tim sat at his desk, engrossed in his work, when his secretary entered his office with a sense of urgency."Mr. President , there's someone here to see you," she informed him, her voice filled with anticipation and a hint of anger.Tim coldly looked up from his papers, curious about the unexpected visitor. "Who is it?"The secretary smiled and replied, "It's Daphne, Mr. President ."Tim's face lit up with a smile as he nodded his head. "Thank you, please send her in."As the secretary left the room, Tim settled back into his seat, preparing himself for the conversation that was about to take place. Moments later, the door swung open, and Daphne entered, her eyes filled with sadness.Tim's smile faded as he noticed the distress on her face. "Daphne, what happened? Why do you look so upset?"Daphne's voice quivered as she threw herself into a chair. "Tim, everything is falling apart. Our family's company is in trouble, and I don't know what to do."Tim's expression turned serious as h
Tim's father smiled and nodded with an approving look at Tim . "Good boy, Tim. You've learned well." Just then, a chilling breeze swept through the room, causing both Tim and his father to shiver. They knew without a doubt that the man had arrived.For some unknown reason this man has become more cold and approachable than before. Staying in the same room with him is even unbearable as his aura is hard to ignore. Tim's father quickly got out of his chair, standing at the side with a respectful and submissive look on his face. In the blink of an eye, the white-haired man took a seat in the very chair Tim's father had occupied just moments ago. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, as if the air itself was tinged with an otherworldly power.Tim and his father knew he has been acting strangely lately, his behavior selling out a mix of anger and tension. “A family gathering eh,” he said with a smile. But in response, both Tim and his father said nothing and just stood there qui