Mr. Garry flares his furious face to Gideon. "You are a disgraceful and a bastard son. The only way for you to avoid my wrath is to stay away from me."Gideon covered his face with his palms as he burst into tears. Raising his head, he pointed his finger at Travis. "I don't know what he did to me that day I stripped off my clothes at the bank. He also uploads fake videos to take revenge because his girlfriend broke up with him and dated Calvin. Dad, please trust me. I can never do such abominable things.""I have already left his girlfriend alone, he just wants to destroy my life. We are saying the truth and nobody believes the truth. Please, you are our last hope," Calvin said."Hold your deceptive lips. I invited him to your wedding," CEO Moore said, beating his chest. "Only a foolish person would believe you.""Please tell the truth. It's not possible to invite a delivery boy to my wedding, Dad.""Never call me your dad. A shameless and deceptive child can never be my son.""You gu
Travis looked at Jane. "She was right. Is that enough or I should say more?""Are you not ashamed of yourself?" Jane asked, looking around to make sure people were hearing. When her eyes met people's, she laughed and, as if it was contagious, the people laughed too."I've never met a brainless, poor man like you. Think of this, you got an admission from the university. You can't afford its fees and still have the gut to accept it and later drop out after wasting money."You didn't learn your lesson. You continue to repeat the same foolishness. Instead of you to buy seven used clothes for 5 dollars at a local shop, you come where your salary can't afford to buy a singlet."Travis let out a heavy sigh. "Must you compare my past to my present?""Your past is even better than your present. You look good back then when other students often give you their leftovers food."A rich man stepped in and smiled as every eye was on him. Jane and the other saleslady left Travis to attend to the rich
Jane exchanged a shocking glance with the other saleslady as Manager Brock rose, darting out with others. “Something is wrong with my eyes. Who did you see?” Jane asked. The other saleslady put her hands on her head, regretting the way they treated Travis before she hurried after the manager, leaving Jane wondering in her unclear and unbelievable thoughts. Travis leaned his back on his car and watched them rushing to him. “Afternoon sir. We’re honored to have you here. How may we help you?” Manager Brock asked with a soft tone as he struggled to stop himself from remembering the way he sent Travis outside. “Don’t bother yourself. I’m waiting for your CEO to attend to me,” Travis said. “We aren’t worth attending to you, but we would like to entertain you. Can you please enter the high-class room first?” “Thank you, but I am fine staying here.” Manager Brock goes on his knees. “Please don’t be fine staying here, you are too important to stay outside. I can make all the customers
A billionaire's daughter? I must hide my money? Travis widened his eyebrows, wondering how it would happen.[You have to find it out][It might take you years][But that's the only way to get the Taekwondo and the Boxing martial skills][Attention! Attention!!][Updating your profile...][50%, 75%, 100%]Strength: 25Speed: 30Shop: EmptyGrand System (GS) Points: 60"What would I use GS points for?"[You would know as time goes on][Your profile is increasable by completing the main and sub missions]Travis had no option but to put himself into the position of completing the second mission on time to increase the points.He then went to the Wesla company the next day to ask CEO Douglass how to get a rich girl to love him by hiding his identity.CEO Douglass looked at Travis after thinking for a while. "My brain can't just agree with the question. I can't have any reason to allow my daughter to marry a poor man. And there's nothing a rich girl would see in them. There's no way.""I fo
"It's a gift I am willing to offer. I'm very sorry if it is too little. But if you are still willing to give me something..." Travis kowtowed and raised his voice. "Please accept me to be a houseboy in your house."Rocco Morrison quickly distracted her by bringing a wrapped canvas and quickly unwrapped it. It was a big glinting imagine of the late Mr. MorrisonRocco was a grandson of the old Mrs. Morrison. He had received many awards from her because of his beautiful drawings.When Rocco learned that Mrs. Morrison had invited many special guests, he had spent several nights painting the pictures in other to impress the guests which could make him more famous.It was a big no for him to accept a poor young man from taking this rare position."Granny, this canvas is worth millions of dollars because the art tools I used are worth fifty million dollars. It would be good to consider my painting before giving this cheap drawing the picture of the day." Rocco pointed to the Travis's paper o
Travis felt betrayed, thinking CEO Douglass wanted to destroy his plan.Rocco was sad, not because CEO Douglass wanted him to contest with the poor young man. He often claims that he was born to compete, for he had never lost any artist competition.Rocco was sad because of the girl CEO Douglass pointed to. Stella was the last girl Rocco wanted to see on Earth.Many of Morrison's family hate her while some pretend they hate her because they don't want others to go against them.The only reason they couldn't send Stella away was because she was a member of Morrison's family."If not because of her," they would say often in a family meeting, "Rachel would still be alive."Yes, they lost their lovely Rachel when she was giving birth to Stella. As the manager of the Morrison company, Rachel Morrison brought improvement, promotion, and many connections to the family.And her absence from the family makes them lose many connections. And since the twenty-four years ago Rachel died, Mrs. Mor
Stella was observing Travis curiously. His hopeless face she saw at the beginning of the contest had brightened.And no one had ever looked at her the way he was doing. The more Travis looked at Stella, the more he felt like he had never seen her before. She is so beautiful. Rocco got tired of erasing so he permitted himself to complete drawing the head before the time ran out. He had faith in himself that whatever he drew today would be much better than what Travis would draw. When Liam saw that Rocco was restless, he raised his voice, "My son, concentrate. I promised to buy you that car tomorrow if you win."Rocco dropped the pencil, took the paper and tore it apart, asking for another clean paper. The lady behind him had already gone because she couldn't stand his hot temper. The lady behind Travis smiled and gave Rocco the new paper. She was having fun gazing at the elegant girl Travis was carefully drawing. She believed that Travis had already won, so there was no point in i
"I will start with Rocco drawing as usual," Mr. Williams said.The moment he collected Rocco's paper, he quickly held himself from laughing.Mr. Williams then raised the paper for everyone to see. The people at the back could see the image on the big screen hung on the wall.Liam sat quietly and lost enthusiasm and words to say.Rocco looked back to receive praises from his people but his smile fade off as he watched them watching him.Mr. Williams cleared his throat. "There's nothing needs to be said about this. It is what everyone could see clearly. But if I must say something, I would firstly appreciate the effort Rocco put in. It's good but doesn't resemble Stella Morrison."I had thought Rocco had the strength to bring Stella from his imagination since he didn't look her more than five times." Mr. Williams stopped as he tried hard to suppress his laughter from bursting out."Give me the paper he tore," Mr. William said to the lady who stayed behind Travis and she gave it to him.