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
Chapter 96"But I know this will be difficult and might affect each one of us in one or two ways. So, deep in contemplation, i find myself at a crossroads, grappling with the decision that could potentially alter the course of our team's future. After careful consideration, I believe I have come up with a revised plan, one that will alleviate some of the burden and uncertainty we might face. With a subtle air of confidence, I approach my manager, the ever-capable and diligent acting CEO, understanding that entrusting them with this significant responsibility will allow for a seamless continuation of our business operations during my absence. This decision, although not without its challenges, brings a ray of hope amidst the impending uncertainties."The bustling sounds of the busy workplace resonate in the background, as he gather his team to share the news. Adjusting his tone to project assurance, he explain that, while some projects may temporarily be put on hold in order to naviga
Chapter 97Rodriguez Mansion A sense of tension and chaos permeated the atmosphere. Kingsley, rushed forward in a desperate attempt to protect his father from the grasps of the police. His voice trembled with a mixture of fear, confusion, and a deep-rooted sense of loyalty. "Why is my father being arrested? You can't take him from here. He hasn't done anything wrong," he pleaded, his words filled with an unwavering conviction.In the background, the rest of the family stood in unified support, their expressions mirroring concern and disbelief. Their unwavering loyalty to Mr. Raymond was clear, as they too joined Kingsley in questioning the motives behind the arrest. Emotions ran high within the mansion, as the family refused to accept the charges being leveled against their patriarch."We are sorry, but we have to carry out the arrest," the detective responded calmly, attempting to maintain a neutral demeanor. "This is an order that we must follow. If you have any questions or concer
Chapter 98"And how was that your business?" Kingsley retorted, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and defiance. The weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him, causing him to lose his composure. "He's my father, and he has every right to treat me the way he wanted," he added, his words echoing with a hint of defiance and independence. "He has nurtured me until this stage, and I will forever appreciate that. But I also have the right to prove to him how far I can go and who I can become." The resolute determination in Kingsley's voice spoke of his unwavering belief in his own abilities and the need to forge his own path, despite the complexities of his relationship with his father."Then it's your concern," Kingsley responded, his voice charged with anger and frustration. The weight of his emotions hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the conversation. "Because I won't stand by idly and watch him move freely, knowing that he was responsible for my father'
Chapter 98"And how was that your business?" Kingsley retorted, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and defiance. The weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him, causing him to lose his composure. "He's my father, and he has every right to treat me the way he wanted," he added, his words echoing with a hint of defiance and independence. "He has nurtured me until this stage, and I will forever appreciate that. But I also have the right to prove to him how far I can go and who I can become." The resolute determination in Kingsley's voice spoke of his unwavering belief in his own abilities and the need to forge his own path, despite the complexities of his relationship with his father."Then it's your concern," Kingsley responded, his voice charged with anger and frustration. The weight of his emotions hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the conversation. "Because I won't stand by idly and watch him move freely, knowing that he was responsible for my father'
"Stop this, Kingsley," his mother tried to intervene, her voice laced with concern. She stepped forward, trying to hold back her son.But Grandpa Tristan, a stern expression etched on his weathered face, remained defiant. "You don't have to do that, Hannah," he said firmly, his voice tinged with a sharp anger. He squared his shoulders, asserting his authority. "Let him speak his mind. That's how he now addresses his grandfather."The tension in the room grew evident as Kingsley looked back and forth between his mother and his grandfather, uncertainty etched in his young features. The weight of the situation seemed to press down on his shoulders, his emotions caught in the crossfire of a family dispute.In that fleeting moment, the air crackled with unresolved issues and unspoken words. Kingsley's confusion was mirrored in the silence that descended upon them, as three generations stood on the precipice of a profound divide.Kingsley turned to his mother, brimming with frustration. "Mu