Wellington Estate, Wexford CountyIn the second master bedroomAn elderly sickly looking man who was no more than 60 years old, was lying on the bed, his eyes firmly shut in sleep. The antiseptic smell in the room was as a result of the various drugs neatly arranged on the nightstand beside the bed. Standing beside the bed was a 180cm man in a blue tuxedo. The man’s back is broad and solid. His posture is erect, with muscles lined underneath his clothing. There’s an unmistakable powerful aura surrounding him. After a long silence, he stretched his hand to feel the almost finished drip which was connected to the back of his father’s hand. “He went back to sleep?” Behind him was the family’s butler and a man in a white lab coat, a doctor. The family’s doctor. They were both standing with their heads lowered to the floor. Hearing his question, the family’s doctor raised his head. “I’m afraid so, Mr. Wellignton.” Declan Wellington scoffed and retrieved his hand. “What a senile old
Judah Heith remained kneeling on the floor for several minutes before he got up and sat back on his chair. He was in the coffee shop for another half an hour slowly sipping his coffee with a thoughtful look on his face.When he was done with his coffee, he took out his wallet and placed on the table, then covered it with the coffee cup. He walked out of the coffee shop and sighed as he saw the downcast eyes of the men he had come with. Where Judah and Ethan were seating was barricaded with a tempered glass. While the men hadn’t heard a word the two said, they had all seen Ethan walk out of the shop while Judah was still on his knees. They needed no one to tell them their mission to get Ethan to Wexford County was a failure. Just like Judah, they had also taken a risk on their lives to be here to persuade Ethan. But it seemed to be all for nothing. He shook his head slightly and got into the backseat of the Audi in front of him. The others did the same. Inside the car, the drive
Lewis was passing by the staffs' office when he heard the telephone ringing. He had taken just three more steps when the staff who answered the phone called out to him, "Lewis!" "What?" "It's people from Astoria Corporation. They say they've been calling." The staff quickly explained. Hearing her, Lewis strutted to the telephone and took it from her. "This is Lewis William speaking." Already knowing it was Astoria Corporation on the line, everyone left their works and pinned their eyes on Lewis expectantly. A call from Astoria Corporation only meant one thing and that was another profitable corporation for their company. However, instead of the smile they expected to see on Lewis' face, his face fell. His grip on the phone tightened and the vein on his forehead throbbed anxiously. "Wh-what do you mean? We went through the document together. My grandfather and I. And we made sure to adhere to every rule written on it." He became silent as the person from Astoria Corporation b
Lewis stood rooted to the spot the whole time as everyone answered their telephone. They went from trying to calm down everyone who was in a partnership with them, to those people terminating their partnerships without waiting to hear what they had to say. It seemed like a very bad dream. After watching them for several minutes, he did what he knew best. He whipped out his phone and hurriedly called Adam. Adam William was in the backseat of his car as his driver drove him to the airport to pick up a visiting relative when Lewis’ call came in. He answered the call immediately and Lewis’ panicked voice came up. “Grandfather, there’s something wrong. Astoria Corporation suddenly called to say they’re ending their partnership with us.” “Other companies who partner with us seem to have heard the news and have begun calling the cancel their partnership with us. The entire company is in a frenzy. What do I do?” Adam’s brows knitted together in confusion upon hearing his grandson. “Wha
Scott got to where the rich scions were standing and swiftly turned to his side, slurring loudly as he smashed the beer bottle on the head of the fat man drinking with a pretty lady. "Piece of trash, you should be in jail instead of drinking in a bar!"The lady shrieked in fright and ran to hide somewhere seeing crimson blood trailing down the side of her partner's head. The fat man was putting on a black suit with a white shirt inside. In just some seconds, his white shirt was already drenched in blood. The bartender quickly handed him a towel which he used to stop the bleeding before he got up and glared at Scott. Matt Peterson gritted his teeth in anger, his entire body trembling all over in rage as he yelled at the top of his voice, "Who is this? Who is this rascal? Has this place become a place where just anyone can come to?"The bartender rushed to Matt's side and hurriedly apologized, "My apologies, Mr. Peterson. I'll take care of this."He took out his phone to call the se
"You—" Matt Peterson was startled for a moment before he regained confidence again and scoffed. "Hmph! Enemies always meet, don't they?" The corners of Ethan's lips hooked into a demeaning smile. "Enemies? What are you talking about? You're not fit to be my enemy." Matt Peterson was aggravated by his smile. All his life he was always the one looking down on those beneath him. How dare a nobody give him such a demeaning smile! "Cocky that much? Is the little moves you know making you cocky? Or do you think you'd be able to beat me up the way you did the other day? If that's what you think, then I must commend you for having such a wishful thinking!" As he finished speaking, Ethan saw people getting to their feet from the corners of his eyes. Oh, no wonder he isn't afraid. He came with more men. Matt raised his shoulders even higher when the remaining bar fighters surrounded Ethan and Scott with their fingers wrapped against the handle of their knives. Seeing this, the other cus
Seeing that all of his men were rolling on the ground, crying loudly, Matt Peterson swallowed forcefully and took a step back in retreat.He was no idiot. Ethan had managed to subdue so many bar fighters without hurting a finger. If he, who had no knowledge about fighting, tried to challenge him, he'd be in a worse state than these men.Ethan watched his every move, then slipped his hands into his pocket and hooked his lips upward. "I asked you a question."Although he sounded calm, there seemed to be an underlying coldness in his voice that instantly made goosebumps appear on Matt's body."Matt Peterson, do you really not remember what you said just now? Shall I jog your memory just a little bit?" Ethan asked and raised his brows.Even though he didn't sound hostile, Matt found his words intimidating.After thinking of a million and one things he could do to get out of the bar alive, Matt suddenly flashed a bright smile at Ethan."Mr. Black, was it? What I said, regardless of how man
"Wh-what? Isn't that a little too much?" Matt Peterson outrightly refused. Ethan tilted his head to the side and raised a questioning brow, asking in a bland voice, "You can't do it?" Matt Peterson placed his trembling hands beside him and laughed nervously. "No, that's not what I'm trying to say. I'm just saying there's no need to go to such extents when we can easily resolve this with money." "You live with your wife's family, don't you? If I'm correct, the house you're all living in is shabby. Your clothes aren't very good and I bet you don't have a good car, that's if you have any to begin with.""Your wife lost her job the other day because of me, so she doesn't have a job at the moment. And you don't seem to have either. If you do, then I assure you I can find you a job with a better pay and condition."Ethan stared at him blankly the whole time. When he finished, he sighed lightly and took down the phone. "So you won't do it." Matt hurriedly waved his hands in front of him
Wexford That evening, Declan Wellington felt cooped up at home, so he left the house to spend the day golfing with a close friend of the Wellingtons who owned a golf course. They golfed together for three hours before they got tired and drove to his house to rest. Marvin Phelps poured him a drink before asking politely, “This may be out of place for me to ask, Mr. Wellington, but you seemed out of it throughout today. Is anything the matter?” “What?” An absent-minded Declan didn’t know when he blurted out, glancing at him. Marvin Phelps sat up, now fully convinced there was something on Declan’s mind. With a serious look on his face, he cautiously continued, “What is the problem? Is anyone troubling you? Say the word and I’ll have that person’s legs crushed to bits and forcefully drag them here!” Declan raised his eyes to look at him. Even if he said nothing, his eyes lit up a little when he recalled who Marvin was. The Phelps family was headed by this man despit
Scott William was instantly taken aback. Then he gritted his teeth in rage and resisted the urge to grab her by the collar as he yelled at her angrily. “What do you think you’re doing? He’s your son-in-law, how could you think of doing something so despicable to him!”“I know you’ve been looking for ways to get rid of him, but he’s having a psychotic breakdown? Matilda Brown, are you out of your mind?!” However, the woman ignored him and reached into her bag for a file. She placed it on the counter and continued speaking to the officer with a straight face. “Here. This is the result of the psych evaluation. You can check with the hospital he took it at just to be sure.” Scott closed the distance between them and grabbed her arm firmly, “If you have nothing better to do, then turn around and go back home.” “I know you’re scared of this affecting our family, but you don’t have anything to worry about because I’ll take care of this!” “Ethan didn’t do what they’re accusing him of
The sergeant and the other officers were slightly taken aback by his sudden compliance. Given that Charles and Kane were questioning their every word, they assumed they would have to use force to get him out of here. However, not only was he complying, but he was even flashing them a faint, non-aggressive smile. It was as though he had the situation under control which caused them to wonder why. They were yet to be reached by anyone from the higherups, so what was this guy doing. Since Ethan was coming with them willingly, there was no need to cuff him at all. So the sergeant nodded and led him to the station. The reception was decvoid of people, but those who were in their rooms before a few minutes ago, were all standing beside their windows watching who was getting arrested. Ethan walked to the passenger side of the car and glanced around him with an unbothered smile before proceeding to get in. In Wexford County, in the Wellington family residence, Declan Wellington was w
Ethan’s eyes darkened instantly. Almost immediately, he felt a call come into his phone and checked the caller to see it was Declan calling. He was silent for a few seconds before assured her calmly, “I’ll bring them back. Chloe and Honey, I’ll make sure they come back without a scratch.” “For now, focus on getting better. Neither of them would like it if return to see you in such a terrible state.” Then he ended the call without waiting for her response and answered Declan’s. As soon as the call connected, Declan’s bubbly voice sounded in his ears, “Your little bastard is a little too pretty. Truly her mother’s daughter.” “Your genes almost lost the fight, but her eyes saved you. Hopefully, if your other bastard lives, it would put up a fight to look exactly like you.” Ethan tightened his grip around his phone, but said nothing. He remained expressionless, but his eyes beamed furious. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything in really. Declan had truly blinded him from
Ethan didn’t react immediately. He was silent for several seconds before he responded. “You’re the highly esteemed head of the Welllington family. Why resort to threatening your enemy with somsone close to them when you can face them head on yourself?”Declan yawned boredly from the other end. “What nonsense are you talking about? My enemy? You? You really think I think of you as my enemy?” “In what world did you think a bastard like you is worthy of becoming an enemy of Declan Wellington?” “We may share the same father, but to me, you’re nothing more than a confused rat. Sure, you’ve spent a few years in the army and earned yourself a few lackeys, but vagrant like you should know their place.”“Simply talking to me is a privilege you should never have. Whatever I’ll make you go through is a privilege you don’t deserve. Even if I kill you, you should be grateful I let you die by my hands!”Ethan chuckled calmly and went on to reply. “I was told you sent one of the best men your
Meanwhile, Charles Wilkins was looking into the people who crashed into Claire’s car and took Chloe. He tracked them down to their base in a nightclub. The club had lax security. Hence, he wasn’t stopped by the hefty men standing the door as he walked into the club. It was a few minutes past 7 in the evening and the club was getting filled by people. He stood in the middle of the room and glanced around before he spotted the VIP section and strutted straight to it. It didn’t take him long to find the room of the club’s own given that there were six hefty bodyguards in front of the door. Inside the room, a short and fat man was sitting on the couch with two of his colleagues while watching three unclad ladies dancing on a strip poles. Because the music in the room was so loud, he didn’t hear the tussle outside and only realized something was wrong when an unfamiliar man walked into the room wiping his hands seemingly clean hands clean. Charles didn’t look at anyone as he
As soon as Lewis William ended the call, he stood over an unconscious Chloe with a lewd look in his eyes. Ever since he knew right from wrong, he was always told of her lucky he was to have such beautiful cousins. Had Chloe not fallen out of grace with the William family and most people in Springdale, he had no doubt his life would still be filled with words of how lucky he was to have Chloe and Claire as his cousins. He never saw the beauty everyone saw, but now that he was alone with her and could see her up close, he finally saw it. Was she not his cousin, he would’ve slept with her first before handing her over to this gallery director. As he walked out of the house, he received a call from somsone. “What do you think you’re doing? I clearly told you the person I am after is Claire William!” Vivian Martell yelled from the other end as soon as the call connected. Lewis sucked in a deep breath to keep himself from screaming back at her and retorted calmly, “There’s no need to
A minute later, Charles turned to Ethan and reported solemnly, “Mrs. Black wasn’t taken by Declan Wellington. She was taken by the William family.” In the William family residence. Adam William paced to and fro in the living room, his hands clasped behind his back and brows knitted together in worry. “Grandfather, after today, I will make sure our William family will no longer be looked down on by other families!” Those were the words Lewis said to him this morning before he left the house. Ever since Astoria Corporation pulled away their investment, other companies followed suit. They were not only knee-deep in debt, but every valuable thing in their house had been taken by the bank and everyone they were owing. They took everything ranging from jewelries, electronics and furnitures. Even the expensive looking lights were not left out. Adam had run to those whom he had helped when the William family were at its peak a few months ago, but they all hung up on him the moment th
He called her three times and each time, the phone wasn’t answered. There was no denying it now. Soenthing had really happened. His brows knitted into a tight frown as he switched to calling Claire. But just like Chloe, Claire didn’t answer her phone either. As soon as the third call ended, the screen of his phone lit up with a call from Claire and he eagerly answered it. “Where are you? I’ve been calling Chloe. Did something…” He was suddenly cut off by a voice that didn’t belong to Claire. “Hello, this phone belongs to a woman involved in a car accident. Seeing that your contact is saved with ‘Brother-in-law’ I thought it was wise to return your call.” His pupils instantly dilated and he strutted quickly to the window, away from Honey’s earshot.. He pressed the phone against his ear rig heed and repeated in disbelief, “Accident? She was involved in an accident? What about the other woman in the car with her? Is she badly injured? In fact, tell me which hospital you are!” In