Steve opened his eyes slowly as he smelled the pungent aroma of drugs. His blurry vision gradually improved so that he could see everything. He looked around and found himself lying with an IV and oxygen attached to his body. Without asking, Steve already knew he was in a hospital. "What happened?" Steve's whole body crumpled as he tried to sit up. "Ouch ...." The man held his aching head as he tried to remember what had just happened to him. "Son of a bitch! How dare they cheat me when I'm broke." Steve didn't expect his partnership to eat into his wealth using trickery when he was broke. "You've finally awake, Darling. I was so worried about you." Sarah smiled happily as she approached Steve. The woman had just finished negotiating with the hospital manager for time to pay off the hospital fees. "What about our baby, Honey? Is baby fine? You didn't miscarry, did you?" Steve was anxious, afraid they'd mistreated Sarah while he was unconscious. Sarah took Steve's hand and
Steve just looked down, unable to defend himself. Robert was right. He was the leading cause of Peter's death. Even though he wasn't involved with Ellen's plan, he supported her. "I will never leave Steve, forever! He's not a murderer!" "You bastard! If you keep choosing Steve, get out of my house! I don't want to think of you as my daughter anymore!" "Okay!" Sarah replied firmly. "Come on, Steve, let's leave that asshole's house!" She pushed the man's wheelchair out with Jennifer. "Sarah, stop it. Your father's right." Steve's voice was soft on the porch. "You stay here, I'll go alone." "No! I'm not leaving you! Don't make me do that!" Sarah was exasperated. "You know I have nothing any more but my body, Sarah. Now I'm a cripple. I don't want you to suffer." "I don't care! I want to be with you!" Sarah insisted. Tears of regret flowed from Steve's eyes. "Please... listen to my request. I promise I'll pick you up when I'm successful." Sarah could not hold back her tears. F
"Your grandson? But-" "Don't ask so many questions. Do you want to get fired?" "I'm sorry, Mister." The security smiled at Steve. "You may enter." The house was huge. The distance between the fence and the lobby was long enough for them to take a golf cart. "Grandpa!" A beautiful woman ran to meet Charles and hugged him tightly. "Where have you been, Grandpa? I was so worried! Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" "Let go of me, Cassandra. I could have been killed." Charles's voice stuttered as Cassandra hugged him so tightly that breathing was difficult. The woman wearing the red dress immediately let go of his embrace. "I'm sorry, I was too happy to have you back." Cassandra turned to Steve. "Who is he, Grandpa?" "He's my helper." Cassandra scanned Steve's appearance from head to toe with an appraising look, then whispered to her assistant Leo and left. Not long after, the man in the black tuxedo returned with a thick envelope. "Take this, then leave." Steve stared
"Steve!" Charles came over and hugged him tightly. "You're finally back! Don't leave me again!" He sobbed into Steve's shoulder. Steve's heart was torn to shreds hearing Charles' cries, understanding the kind Grandpa's sadness. He smiled as he rubbed Charles' back. "Calm down, Grandpa. I won't leave you again." Cassandra had told him about Steve Morgan. His character, his hobbies, and Morgan's moments with his grandfather. The man had died at the age of ten-fifteen years ago. If he was still alive, he would have been 25 years old. Steve had rehearsed briefly to act like Morgan. "Why are you sitting in a wheelchair?" "I got injured playing football." Steve smiled stiffly. Charles had completely forgotten that he wasn't Morgan. His dementia was already severe. "I'll take you to the hospital." "No need." "Come on!" Steve was forced to comply. After being examined at the hospital, the doctor told Cassandra that there was a foreign chemical in Steve's body that caused the para
Cassandra was so wide-eyed that her eyeballs almost popped out. "Alvarez?!" Steve nodded briefly. "Impossible!" Cassandra certainly knew about the fifth-richest man in America. He was her arch-rival in the business world because, in a short period, Alvarez Corp had managed to rank as the fifth highest earning company in the USA. "Alvarez is dead! You can't lie to me!" Cassandra fumed. "You can search the internet for me." Cassandra did so immediately, but only Jack's face appeared. "Liar! You're not Alvarez!" Cassandra showed the results of the internet search. All it showed was Jack and his death. Steve was shocked. 'How could the news about me just disappear?' [I deleted it, Mr Steve] 'Why did you do that?!' [I had to restart everything due to the effects of the new system switchover. You earned that nickname from the previous system's rewards, so the system was forced to take everything away from you, including the memory of you as a conglomerate man from the public] 'S
Steve wore a cleaning service uniform while carrying cleaning equipment. He went through the VVIP rooms individually, starting from the first floor. "Which room are they meeting in? I need to find it as soon as possible before the staff suspects me." "Steve, what have you been doing all this time?! You quickly clean up the VVIP room on the fourth floor! A customer accidentally spilled juice!" Hendrick, the restaurant manager, scolded him. "Okay, boss." 'Shit! I shouldn't waste time doing this!' Steve was forced to comply and climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. However, his steps stopped before the brown door when he heard the sound of conversation. "Audrey? I finally found her." When Steve grasped the door handle to open it, he was surprised when someone called out to him. "What are you doing here?" Steve was startled and spontaneously turned to the owner of the voice. "You?" "I didn't expect you to be working as a cleaning service worker here." Cassandra sneered. "Is
The next day. Cassandra paced back and forth in her office at Charles Corp. She had just heard that Jatson Corp managed to rank first as a high-earning company, displacing her company at number two. As a result, Charles Corp's income dropped dramatically. "Shit! How dare Steve lie to me!" Cassandra cursed her decision to believe Steve's nonsense because the news proved that Audrey had gotten the project. "Besides, there's no way Mr. Adnan would listen to a request from a foreign and uninfluential man like Steve!" Cassandra cursed. "What are you doing, Honey?" Damian entered with a smile. Confusedly, he frowned at the upset look on his girlfriend's face. "What's wrong? Why do you look upset?" "Haven't you heard the news yet?" Cassandra said curtly. Damian was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Of course, I've heard it. We've lost to Jatson Corp." "Tsk! I didn't expect to lose to that bastard." Cassandra stared disappointedly out the window. Her hopes had been dashed. Damian
Damian was annoyed that Audrey had simply switched off their call when he was so curious. How could that bum be Mr. Alvarez? Audrey must know something about Steve. "I'm sure Audrey is lying. What exactly did Steve and Audrey have in the past? Why does Audrey hate him so much?" Damian shook his head slowly. "I have to put that issue aside first. I must find a way to thwart Cassandra and Adnan's cooperation before Audrey leaves me." Audrey was every man's dream woman. Besides being wise, she was gorgeous and never undermined his pride as a man. Cassandra was no different. Damian's girlfriend was always mean to him and never respected him. She always considered herself more powerful and intelligent than Damian. Damian turned to exit the restroom of a fancy restaurant in Los Angeles, but he was surprised to see someone standing behind him. "Wh-what are you doing here? How long have you been in the restroom?" Damian was suddenly nervous as Steve gave him a cold stare. "I was alrea