Dylan laughed out loud after hearing the news that the hotel Demian was building had suffered a major accident that left two workers dead. It was so much fun. This bad news was like a big gift on the day Dylan was discharged from the hospital.
"How is it, Demian. Did you like my surprise?" Dylan said proudly. "I'm sure you must be emotional right now because of this incident. Aren't you? Hahahaha!"
After the abuse that took place at the hospital a few days ago, Dylan decided to start sending counterattacks. The first thing he did was find out what Demian was up to. One of the shareholders, who was pro-him, informed him that B&F Corporation was currently running a big business in collaboration with two foreign companies. Suddenly this information was like a breath of fresh air for Dylan. A strategy was immediately arranged.
Sending fake files on behalf of Demian, Dylan was finally able to reap the benefits
Like kings and queens, Katty and Dylan had dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in their city. Their hands were both hurting, which did not diminish their warmth as mother and son. Very sweet."After suffering for so long, we can finally feel happy too, baby. I'm so happy," Katty said as she played with the wine in her glass. Hair in a neat bun and a maroon knee-length dress completed her look tonight. "It's a pity your father couldn't come. If he was here, our happiness would have been much more complete.""Why talk about someone who never cared about our feelings, Mom?" Dylan replied coldly. His father's absence didn't affect anything. Dylan didn't care. "That's true, but he's still your father.""Demian's father, to be precise.""You refuse to acknowledge?""What a stupid question. The Stewart family blood runs through my body. How could I not acknowledge it?""So what did you just say?"Dylan raised one eyebrow. Why did his mother seem to dislike it when he talked like
"Haidar has fled abroad, sir. What should we do now?""Ignore!""Ignore?" Niel didn't understand a bit. "Are you sure you don't want to follow up on what this guy did?""What for?"Demian let out a long breath. What a boring conversation. After meeting a pair of cubs and a mother snake at the restaurant earlier, Niel was suddenly discussing someone who was not important to even mention. This made him feel very tired."I'm afraid this matter will have a long tail. Because Haidar is a former murderer after all. It would be too easy to just let him go.""Then what do you expect?" asked Demian getting annoyed. "Expect me to chase him down and bring him before Katty? That's nonsense. I'm willing to kill the snake woman."His boss's answer made Niel no longer dare to say much. It seemed like this topic of conversation was not interesting
Promised a promotion, Dylan forced himself to go to the company today. The look on his face was less than friendly. Not because he was afraid or for any other reason, but because he was still angry about what Demian had done at the restaurant.Dinner, which should have been a joyous affair, ended with all the food being wasted after being poisoned by Demian. Whose heart would not be inflamed if they were in Dylan's position at that time. Luckily, his mother was quick to persuade and remind him not to be rash. If not, who knows what would have happened to them. Demian's actions really made him feel very humiliated.Knock knock knock"Come in!" shouted Dylan from inside the room. With one arm in a cast, he needed the maid's help to button his shirt."Still going to company?" Morgan looked at his son standing in front of the mirror. He then walked into the room. "The cast on your hand
"As we know, the ongoing construction of the hotel suffered an unexpected disaster. Two lives were lost in this disaster." Demian spoke while looking at each person in the meeting room. His gaze then stopped on a disgusting figure who was smiling while tapping a finger on the table. "But you guys take it easy. The person who caused this disaster will soon receive his reward."The smile on Dylan's lips faded as soon as he heard Demian's warning-laden words. Realizing that the warning was meant for him, he casually cleared his throat, waiting for the rest of the arrogant man's words. Afraid? That's not possible. Dylan was curious."Bring the person here.""Yes, sir."Niel moved his head towards the guard, signaling that it was time to teach the troublemaker a lesson.The people in the meeting room were tense as they waited to see who their boss was referring to. What a
"I was quite surprised when I heard that there was a disaster in the construction of our project, Mr.Demian. Because honestly, this is the first case that happened in B&F Corporation. Quite a shock." The man in the black shirt looked serious as he spoke. His gaze was fixed on the workers who were busy cleaning up the wreckage. "Let's speak with logic. All businessmen almost one hundred percent know who you are. Whether you like it or not, whether you accept it or not, this news is very shocking and real. Especially those of us who are part of this mega project. I hope you can understand.""In business, profit and loss are common. These two things must be balanced so that cooperation can remain balanced. But behind what you just said, why do I feel like I'm being played?"Demian took a sip of his cigar. This wasn't a question, but a confirmation that the client intended to shift the blame. Demian was no business fool. In this case, he was
CeklekThe door to the room was already open before Demian invited the person to enter. Niel was not there. It was easy to guess which insolent person would dare to be this presumptuous."The position you're offering isn't very interesting." Dylan began to provoke. The tail of his eyes continued to watch Demian's movements who seemed indifferent to his arrival. Very cold. "And now that I think about it, it seems like being in this room would be a lot more fun. Especially the chair you're sitting on. It must be soft and pamper my cramp-prone butt."Still reluctant to respond, Demian chose to focus on checking his work. It was a waste of time to respond to the snot-nosed boy's incoherent babbling."Come on, Demian. Don't ignore me so much. Look, I came to experience what it's like to be the owner of B&F Corporation. Respond to me.""Only a moron would respond to the
Dylan stared at the grave in front of him through his sunglasses. He was supposed to be at the office, but chose to stop by this place for a purpose."Hello, Mrs.Stewart. Shall I call you mother?" Dylan smiled slightly. The name Christin Stewart was written on the tombstone, Demian's mother. For the first time he set foot on the eternal ground where the parents of his enemy resided. Nekadad? No, but desperate. Dylan knew his appearance here would invite considerable danger. But he didn't care. What harm could it do to just say hello?This morning there was a small dispute between his mother and father. The inheritance was the cause. Dylan was disgusted, choosing to go straight without breakfast as usual. As for Demian, that bastard was nowhere to be found. He had come home last night, but suddenly disappeared without a trace. Probably left when everyone was asleep in the dream world."Why did you have to give
"In business matters I prioritize the relationship between husband and wife over the success of the company itself. This is not meant to be insulting or offensive. But I have a belief that behind the success of a businessman, the role of his wife is the most important in all aspects. Sounds impossible indeed. However, this is a fact that I have proven myself."Demian was silent as he listened to Mr.Mark's words. His expression was flat. Talking about women was something he disliked the most. If it wasn't for the sake of being able to melt this man's heart, Demian wouldn't be willing to spend time there. Everything he did was only for the sake of business glory."Treasure, throne, and women. These three things are a very interesting unit to pursue. There are so many people out there competing to get them, but not all of them succeed." Mark smiled. He was quite aware that the businessman beside him was less interested in the topic he was