Duncan scoffed. "Why does it matter to you? Is she your friend? Carol is simply a body I wanted to possess. Now scram! You don't even own a home by the look of your clothes. I can't have such trash walking around in my bank.""I am Carol's ex-husband. Victor Damone."The Chairman spat on the floor. "Oh, is that so? Did you use explosives to break down the security door? You must be a criminal of some sort! I will implicate you in this robbery too! Norman! Call the cops now!""Oh, indeed, the police will arrive in no time," Victor told him, his voice unwavering. "But they will find two corpses here.""What the fuck are you spouting, you piece of trash?" Duncan barked. His attention went to Carol's top lying on the floor. In her rush to leave, she had left the piece of clothing behind. The Chairman's eyes glinted, and his nostrils flared. He will have her body one day. For the moment, he could take a whiff of her fragrance from her top.Duncan disregarded Victor and bent over to pick u
'He cares for me more than anybody else in the world,' Carol surmised. 'I hope I can meet him one day to express my gratitude. And maybe he'll go out with me… He reminds me of Victor…""Five million has been sent to your account from Talmuth Bank," Elsa said, interrupting her train of thought. "You can use it to pay off your brother's debts and any other expenditure you deem fit. However, you'll have to pay back the bank loan within two years at standard interest rates."Carol's eyes widened. "Why would Talmuth Bank give me money? Their Chairman is most likely filing false charges against me right now!"Elsa shook her head dismissively. "Don't worry about Duncan. He is gone, never to return. My client owns the bank now."In utter disbelief, Carol checked her bank balance, and indeed, five million was already credited to her account. "Thanks," she murmured."Just make sure your brother doesn't cause you more trouble."Carol nodded, curious about how Elsa knew Josh caused all of it. "Ca
Mayfair Lagoon, the grand five-star hotel, shone like a bride on her wedding day. Claire Holt had leased it to the Global Art Forum for five million dollars.Hundreds of expensive luxury cars adorned the parking lot. The red carpet had been rolled out and international paparazzi swarmed the hotel's front entrance like bees.After all, the Global Art Forum was being held in Springfield for the first time. Such a major event came to the city because it expanded rapidly over the past year, attracting tremendous investment. This growth could be attributed mainly to the Rapids Project, helmed by the Triumvirate of Springfield—Johnson, Baron, and Ribald. Even the Blackwell Conglomerate had joined the venture, along with Rose Atelier and Edward Shannon.The Global Art Forum showcased ancient, medieval, and modern art and sculpture from the leading artists of the world. Industrialists, senators, movie celebrities—top-notch people from the wealthy folds graced the event alike. The popular diva
Victor pretended he didn't hear them and maintained an icy disposition."What is it, ladies?" Derek asked, touching the behinds of his partners lightly. "Is this pedestrian bothering you?""Derek…" Chloe answered. "Look at this miserable piece of trash called Victor Damone. He's your exact opposite. Victor works as a bodyguard for scraps. Sometimes he gets attached to billionaires like a leech and acts as if he is one of them."Daphne laughed aloud. "Indeed! This tramp tricked Carol Atelier into marrying him. However, when she realized he was a pauper, she divorced him immediately. He is a laughingstock, one you wouldn't even want to spit on!"Derek Shepherd eyed Victor and made a sour face. "Yuck. Is he really so poor and desperate? I will grill the Forum's manager about why they let such trash into the event!"Victor's piercing eyes met Derek's, and for a moment, the billionaire felt a pang of fear. Who was this man? Why did he have such an intimidating aura? As a lieutenant of Mono
Victor raised an eyebrow. "I'm glad that you realized the truth," he told her calmly. "I have repeatedly told you they don't want you to prosper or be happy. They are selfish and narcissistic, the worst kind of human beings."Carol flinched at his description but nodded. Her eyes were moist. "I know you don't get along with them. But you should also understand that they are my family. No matter what they say or do, I will not abandon them."Victor offered her a wry smile. "I understand." This was one thing he liked about his ex-wife. A woman who was as attractive as Carol would be proud, arrogant, and haughty. She would abandon close ones for her comfort and convenience. But Carol had firm principles, and she loved her dear ones unconditionally. Victor's only concern was that she never extended the same special treatment to him."I want to talk to you about something…" Carol murmured."Go ahead."Carol pursed her lips and averted her eyes. "Our divorce.. It was unfortunate… Now I real
The married housekeeper Bertha exited the lift and hurried down the corridor with her service trolley. She was headed towards Suite No. 401, the most expensive room in Mayfair Lagoon. The multi-billionaire Derek Shepherd had booked the suite at face value. She heard he was wealthier than even the Triumvirate billionaires combined.As Bertha approached the door, the sight made her turn beet red. She gasped and covered her mouth as her eyes widened. Two designer thongs, black and red, hung on the doorknob. Did they belong to the ladies inside?A DO NOT DISTURB sign hung from the handle. Bertha stopped in her tracks and did not knock. Loud female voices moaned in unison from the inside. What was happening in Suite No. 401?"Ah! Ah! Stop! It hurts!""It won't fit in my mouth!"Bertha realized the truth and blushed even more. Derek Shepherd was having sex with multiple women! Did he have no shame? Customers with families and children could overhear them. Who were those females? Prostitutes
Mayor Gunderson leered at the girls for a few moments before he pitched in. "I've been around for a while in Springfield, Mr. Shepherd. I know the Damone family. Once upon a time, they used to be wealthy and influential. But now they are nobodies, about to be extinct. Old man Edgar is a husk of the man he used to be. His grandson, Victor, is even worse... A hopeless loser... A stubborn stain on the footpath."Derek guffawed and gulped his entire drink. "Oh, then he needs to pay for his arrogance. I'm going to demolish Victor's pride in public. Tonight if he comes to the forefront, I'll annihilate him!"***Victor entered the crowded auction hall silently. He wanted to take an inconspicuous seat without attracting attention. However, his wish was never fulfilled."Victorrr!" Claire called out from the VVIP area. "Come and sit with meee!" Apparently, the beauty had consumed a few glasses of wine and was enjoying herself with friends and acquaintances. Claire Holt was the owner of Mayfa
"A hundred million?" the Chief Auctioneer, Phillips Sotheby, asked in surprise. He took an uncertain step towards the young bidder. "Did I hear a hundred million, mister? Are you sure?"Victor nodded, and the crowd gasped in unison. "What are you doing?" Claire mouthed at him. Even though Victor had revealed himself as an extraordinary, influential man, a hundred million dollars was no joke. Even with a large inheritance, Claire couldn't afford to spend that amount in a random auction. She had won a few middle-tier items worth less than two million through bids."Have you lost your mind?" Rose exclaimed, pulling at Victor's sleeve. "These are serious people who don't take offenses lightly. Derek Shepherd is a powerful man you shouldn't cross!""I know what I am doing," the man replied coldly. His aura had transformed by then into one of authority. His words prompted the beauties to stay silent. At the gallery's other end, Derek Shepherd frowned in annoyance. Not only had he been conf