Chapter 88"Who the hell locked my son up?" his voice boomed through the room, his tone filled with demanding authority. An unwavering tension settled in the air, as everyone turned to face the furious man, awaiting an explanation.The lady in charge, trying to maintain composure, faced him squarely and asked, "Who's your son?" Her words slightly quivered, revealing a hint of curiosity mixed with unease.With a mixture of anger and frustration, he shot back, "Tell your boys to release my son, this very minute!" His words were laced with a sense of urgency, conveying the importance of the situation.Remaining calm, the assistant to the Chief stepped forward to address him, "Sir, we would never detain him without reason. Our actions are always based on specific instructions and evidence." Her voice quivered slightly, betraying a hint of deference to his authority.The atmosphere grew even more charged, as the man stared directly into the assistant's eyes, his disbelief and anger etched
"Was it true, you went bankrupt?" Grandpa Richard demanded, his voice carrying a mix of concern and accusation. Ethan nodded affirmatively, confirming the unfortunate truth."I felt so disappointed in myself," he admitted, his voice laden with a tangible frustration. The weight of his mistake was etched on his face, lines of regret betraying his emotions."I guess you've learned from this," Grandpa Richard stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "So what's your next plan?" he demanded, expecting to see a sense of determination in the young man's response. A chuckle escaped from the young man's lips, a glimmer of self-awareness shining in his eyes."I am confused as of now," he confessed, a hint of indecision evident in his voice. "I think I want to go into real estate. I feel like I have a natural aptitude for that field. Being a bar owner was just a coincidence, a venture I wanted to try out. But I think I am ready to stop here. However, I can't shake off my worries."Cur
Getting to his apartment, he met his mother at the door. He greeted her with a warm smile before intending to walk away, but she kindly gestured for him to come closer and take a seat. "What is it, mum?" he asked, directing his attention towards her as he settled down. His mother took a moment to study him, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. "Are you okay?" she demanded, her tone revealing genuine concern. He responded with a brief nod, assuring her that all was well."Yeah, I am fine," he replied with a forced smile, although deep down he knew that his claim of being okay didn't quite match his true emotional state. Sensing his internal struggle, his mother glanced at him with a mix of skepticism and motherly intuition. "Don't think of lying to me," she urged, emphasizing their special bond as she leaned forward. "I am your mother and I know you very well. It's written all over your face that something is troubling you." Her words were laced with concern as she st
He picked up the call and placed the device closer to his ear. "Hello, hope everything is okay," he said, his tone demanding. His Manager replied, "Nothing real much, sir. Just wanted to know what I am supposed to say to the workers. Should we let them go permanently or give them temporary leave, assuring them they still have their jobs to come back to?"He picked up the call and placed the device closer to his ear, his eyebrows furrowing in anticipation. "Let them go on temporary off. We will find a way to handle this situation later," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration. He exhaled deeply and made his way to the nearby sofa, sinking into its cushioned comfort.His Manager acknowledged his decision with a tone of understanding, "Okay sir, I will implement that with immediate effect." The call finally came to its conclusion, and he gently placed his phone down on the coffee table, releasing a sigh of relief mingled with a tinge of weariness. He reclined back, clos
"I guess he's not quite ready," Kingsley observed with a hint of frustration. He glanced at Ethan, who stood with a determined expression. "I've already given him clear instructions on what needs to be done. Either they refund me for their mistake, or I will have no choice but to file a lawsuit against them," Ethan said, his voice dripping with cold determination. Kingsley took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in the room."Why is it so important for them to pay you back? It seems like there might be more to this than just seeking compensation for your business," Kingsley said, his words laced with curiosity. There was a flicker of disappointment in Ethan's eyes as he pondered the question. He hesitated in responding, as if unsure whether to delve into the deeper reasons behind his actions."Really? So you believe that I'm only pursuing this because I think he might try to take Claire away from me?" Ethan responded, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Y
Everyone turned to look at the hearing of that voice. A mix of surprise and curiosity filled the room as the sound cut through the air. "Uncle," Ethan called out, his gaze piercing as he moved closer to him. Raymond's face hardened as he confronted him, his voice carrying a harsh edge and his seriousness clearly evident. "Who the hell are you to think you can go against my wish and celebrate his birthday?" His words were laced with a deep sense of frustration and resentment."Uncle" Ethan's voice held a calm tone, seeking to diffuse the tension in the room. "You need to calm down. It's not a big deal. I just thought surprising him on his birthday is a good thing. He deserves to be happy that he's a year older," Ethan tried to reason with Raymond, his eyes reflecting a genuine sincerity."He's right," chimed in Raymond's wife with a hint of frustration in her voice. She moved closer to him, her intent clear in challenging his stance. "I am tired of denying him his birthday. What's goin
"If you insisted he stay away," she seethed, her voice dripping with determination, "then he would learn to do that." Her eyes narrowed, reflecting the fierce resolve within her. "I won't watch any of you intimidate or kill my son the way they did to his father." Each word was laced with unyielding strength, leaving no room for doubt. Her steady gaze held a promise, a warning that could not be ignored."Try me and see what I do," she challenged, her voice taking on a steely edge. The air around her crackled with a sense of defiance and determination. She stood tall, her shoulders squared, refusing to back down or be swayed. It was a daring move, a declaration of independence in the face of tyranny."We shall leave," she declared firmly, her voice holding a note of finality. The weight of her decision hung heavily in the air, a clear departure from the toxic environment that had plagued them for far too long. Turning away, she led the way, her steps purposeful and resolute, as Claire d
"Yes, but I was in love with your father," she said, her voice full of nostalgia and a touch of sadness. Her eyes glistened with unspoken memories as she recalled the past. "And he claimed to love me too. That's where the whole scenario started."As she spoke, her words seemed to carry a weight of their own, as if each syllable held hidden layers of meaning. It was a tale of love and desire, interwoven with the complexities of human emotions. The air around her became heavy with the intricacies of their relationship, the entanglement of hearts and souls."He said your dad was used to having whatever he wished for," she continued, her voice slightly trembling. "And he started hitting on him, so your dad had to make a choice. He chose Clinton as his personal assistant, a decision that only stoked the flames of jealousy within him."The room was filled with a sense of tension as her words hung in the air, leaving Ethan perplexed. It seemed as though he had been unaware of this emotional