The Godfather's Heir.

Chap. 1 His Personal Assistant

"You cunning human! I will take revenge on you. Just wait, Jonathan!"

A man is dragged out of the Smith Corporation building. His coat and shirt were dirty with dust and coffee. His hair was a mess, and his face was red with anger. 

"Be careful, Mr. Alfonso. At this age, you could have a heart attack. Your blood pressure can also spike drastically, resulting in a stroke." The deep voice with a flat intonation sounded mockingly at Alfonso. His business opponents are trying to bring him down. 

"My name is Jonathan Smith, remember that. Write it down in your brain!" Jonathan pointed at Alfonso's forehead with his index finger. "I'm no longer the poor guy from the overhang of the Church you kicked out just for standing in front of your little office." 

"Tsk… everything has turned around. I am the richest man in this country. Once you, play fire with me. Don't expect laughter in your life tomorrow." Jonathan kicked Alfonso in the stomach before heading back into his office. 

"Smith bastard, I won't let you go; even if you die, I'll still haunt you!" Alfonso's voice slowly disappeared, swallowed by the sound of passing vehicles on the road. 

"Sir," called Adam, Jonathan's confidant, and right-hand man. 

"Fix him. Confiscate his house and office, don't forget, take all the properties he has in his savings. Call his legal wife, offer her a job and give her a place to live. Also, pay for the education of her children." 

"Yes, sir, you are very kind to them." 

"The problem is, the bastard. His wife and the children are innocent." Jonathan answered flatly. He left Adam, still dumbfounded, thinking about his boss's decision. 

"One second late, please step down from your current position." Jonathan's voice startled Adam. He ran after Jonathan, who was already in a special elevator.

"Sorry, sir. Don't fire me," said Adam fearfully. 

"Hmm..." was the only grunt that escaped Jonathan's mouth.

Adam has followed Jonathan for five years. At that time, during confusion about looking for a job. Jonathan comes as a god of help who wants to hire him when other companies refuse him. His mother is seriously ill, debts are piling up, and the cost of education for his two younger siblings is not cheap. Frustrating Adam and forced, he steals from a warehouse owned by Jonathan.

Jonathan, who was out in the field then, saw directly when Adam became the target of the warehouse security officer. He was interested in seeing amateur thieves who could sneak into his territory. 

"What's your name?" Jonathan bent down and pinched Adam's chin with his two fingers. His eyes stared intently; Adam's eyes looked frightened. The wounds on Adam's lips and cheeks were clearly visible from the blows from his guards. 

"A-Adam Simon, sir." Jonathan took a breath, the look in those eyes reminding him of his life ten years ago. Poor, uneducated, and had to bear the life of his sick biological mother. 

"Smart," Jonathan muttered. "During a precarious situation, you can remember your full name. Did you already graduate?" 

"B-bachelor of marketing, sir." 

"Treat him well, starting from this second. Adam is my personal assistant. What he said is my order that must be obeyed, understand!" 

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TBC