Dylan almost fell over when someone hit him hard as he was about to get out of the elevator. At first he wanted to get angry, but he had to abandon that idea when he saw the pale look on the face of the person who had bumped into him.
"Mister, what's wrong with you?" Dylan asked while watching the expression on the person's face. Curious. Coming to B&F Corporation in such a chaotic condition, something must be wrong.
"Nothing's wrong, sir. Excuse me,"
"Wait!"
Not satisfied with the answer, Dylan immediately grabbed her wrist to prevent her from leaving. He then gripped it firmly as the man struggled to break free.
"Take your hand away. Don't get in my way!" he snapped with both pupils bulging. Angry.
"Tell me why you came to this company first, then I'll let you go." Dylan squinted. "Does it have anything to do with Demian?" <
Gloomy, Dylan walked into the house with unsteady steps. His mind kept going back to the fate of the official's family who had come to see Demian at the company. Are they still alive? How did Demian's men kill them? Those children... how much did they scream in terror when they were about to be killed? Dylan's heart rebelled."Come early tomorrow. I want to go somewhere."A familiar voice greeted Dylan's listening senses as he headed up the stairs. Demian, that was him. Imagining the faces of the innocent children who had to die as a result of that bastard's cruelty, made Dylan's emotions bubble up. He immediately turned around and walked quickly over to Demian who was talking to Niel.Buggg"Coward! Cuiihhh!" Dylan cursed immediately after throwing a punch at Demian's cheek. He spat. "You cursed demon, what have you done to them huh? How could you hurt innocent people just to fulfill your craz
"Sir, your condition is not very good. I recommend that you be hospitalized." The doctor looked with concern at the old man who had just received a gunshot wound. Stewart's status as a conglomerate could not keep this man out of danger. He didn't dare to find out more about what happened. It was not his domain. "Please consider my advice. It's for your own good too.""Thank you for coming and treating me," Morgan said with a bitter smile. "But I'm sorry. I can't take your advice. It would be much better if I just rest at home. I don't want to inconvenience my wife and children.""You need to receive intensive care. It's not because of the gunshot wound, but ....""Ekhmmmm!"Morgan immediately gave the code for the doctor not to continue. Dylan was outside the room. Morgan didn't want this problem to leak out. "Leave it alone. I'm old enough to live. Sooner or later, the angel of death will also come to pick me up," Morgan said sadly about the fate of his own life. Having a dangerous
Demian's rest was interrupted when he heard a noise from outside. Opening his eyes, he did not immediately get out of bed. "Which mad dog would dare to mess around in this mansion?"The sound of yelling and cursing was enough to disturb the peace of the night. Being in a place far away from the crowd, the noise could be heard very clearly. Slowly but surely, Demian's feet moved to the floor. He let out a long sigh as he straightened his pajamas."Let the dog in!" Demian ordered over the cell phone. It was too easy to guess which rioters were coming.["Mr.Dylan has a weapon, sir. It's dangerous for you."]"I said let it go. He won't be so brave as to shoot me."["Em okay,"]As soon as Demian hung up the call, the noise outside immediately stopped. A thin smirk seemed to decorate the lips."It just so happens that the busi
Niel arrived early after being told by the guard that there had been a big commotion at the mansion last night. He could have come as soon as he received the news, but Niel decided not to go for several reasons.First, his boss hadn't called. Secondly, he was asked to rest so that he would have the energy to work today. It wasn't that she was weak, but it was just her boss's excuse due to her constantly chaotic mood. The problems that arise one after another make his boss's mood bad and getting worse. It took some quiet time for his mind to clear. "Good morning, Mr.Niel." The guard greeted with a faint nod. "Is Mr.Demian hurt?" asked Niel. Alarmed. "No. But, Mr.Dylan grabbed him by the neck and pointed a gun at him.""Damn! That snot-nosed kid is getting more and more ignorant by the day. Did the warning I gave him last time still not make him understand?"Niel cursed while girdling his loins. He should have stayed at the mansion last night. That way this mess wouldn't have happene
Dylan and Demian looked at each other sharply when they met. As a result of being shot in the leg and bruised here and there, Dylan had to be admitted to the same hospital as his father. And it was Demian's men who brought him here. "You're not dead yet," Demian quipped. "What a disappointment! I had hoped that today I would attend your funeral.""Too bad it's not that easy for God to take my life. He knows there are still important tasks I haven't done yet!" Dylan mockingly retorted. "Seizing everything you have now. God let me live because of this.""It's not God, it's me who's still giving you pause for breath. God's not that good at letting losers like you survive in this world for long. Don't believe it?""Should I believe it?""Not really, but I'll make you believe this. Want to try?"Niel was already on edge listening to the threatening conversation between the two siblings. Would there be a shootout? Oh no, better not. The media would be very excited because now the news of M
"Can you stop hurting my son?" Katty scolded Demian as soon as he entered the room. Her gaze was full of anger, not accepting what this man had done. "Shooting and beating Dylan to a pulp. What other atrocities are you going to commit after this?"Morgan was surprised to hear what Katty said. He then looked at Demian questioningly. Were those words true? "There was a stray dog that suddenly messed up in my mansion. Is it wrong for the bodyguards to teach him a lesson?" Demian loudly called Dylan a stray dog. "Who do you mean by stray dog, Dem?" asked Morgan pretending not to know. Even in this state of illness, his two children still didn't get along. Should he die so this fight could end soon? "You know exactly who it is.""It's your brother.""That's what you think.""When are you going to stop resisting? I'm already tired. Even dying seems like nothing in your eyes. This is really very tiring, Demian." Morgan complained in a low voice. He had just passed the critical period afte
"This month's product sales results benefited far more than targeted. Therefore, B&F Corporation experienced a significant surge in shares. This has attracted several foreign investors to cooperate with our company. Small companies that are just starting out are no exception. They are vying to be the chosen one among the many aspiring young businessmen who can be considered competent enough in the same field."The corners of Demian's lips turned up as he heard the report from his men. This was what he wanted. The business exceeded its target and the company's stock price skyrocketed. He had risked everything for the business. And again his genius brain made many people chuckle. This was fun. "Sorry, Mr.Demian. The next report might be a little out of our meeting today. However, this is closely related to the company's good name. Is it okay to continue?""Yes.""Okay, thank you. There are two foreign investors who are asking about your personal life. They want to know if it's true tha
Dylan stood in front of an old building that resembled an abandoned villa. Grass as high as an adult's shoulder seemed to decorate the surroundings of the old building. For a normal person, the sight would have made the hairs stand up. Especially if you know who occupies the building. It is guaranteed that no one will be willing to set foot there. However, that was not the case for Dylan. The intense pain, as well as the desire for revenge, led him to the place that was often referred to as the home of the one-eyed demon. "No wonder it was so difficult to meet and it took a while. Apparently you live in a thicket that a madman might refuse to come to," Dylan muttered. His tail quickly glanced towards the window when he accidentally saw a glimpse of a shadow. Dylan then raised both hands up. "It's me. The one who was talking to your subordinates earlier."A gust of wind hit Dylan's face after he revealed his identity to the occupant of the old building. His nape crawled. (What kind o