Bryson's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to absorb the weight of the revelation. He sat up straight on the bed, his curiosity piqued. "My parents... You know who they are?" he inquired, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. A tender expression crossed the woman's face as she nodded in affirmation. "Yes, I know your parents, Master. They were prominent figures in society, and their sudden demise shook the world. You are the sole heir of the esteemed Wyatt Group of Conglomerate." The words hung in the air, resonating deeply within Bryson. The mention of the Wyatt Group of Conglomerate, a name synonymous with wealth, power, and influence, left him speechless. His jaw dropped as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his heritage."T...the Wyatt Group of Conglomerate," Bryson stammered, his voice barely audible. The woman's smile widened, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and anticipation. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment,
Silence was on the verge of enveloping the room when the door swung open, revealing a man in his sixties rushing in with a sense of urgency. Bryson's attention was immediately drawn to the shock etched on the man's face, and as their eyes met, the man slowly removed his hat, fixing his gaze on Bryson in awe. Meanwhile, Sarah and Marissa gracefully spun and bowed in deference to the man, further deepening Bryson's confusion regarding his identity. The man's astonishment lingered as he pointed directly at Bryson, his voice filled with disbelief. "Is this him for real?" Sarah, acknowledging the man's inquiry, nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir." Bryson was taken aback by the man's reaction. As he approached Bryson, taking hold of his hand and falling to his knees with teary eyes, the weight of the situation became more apparent. The man's words resonated with emotion. "It's him. He still bears that face. Welcome back, son. I apologize for your forced absence from our lives for over
Cardo's gaze held unwavering determination as he revealed the daunting truth that lay before Bryson. "To take over the entire business as the rightful heir of the Wyatt Group conglomerate." Bryson's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in shock. The magnitude of the responsibility laid upon him was unfathomable. How could he possibly navigate a business empire with millions of employees and countless business partners? It seemed insurmountable, beyond his capabilities. Unable to conceal his apprehension, Bryson looked aside, grappling with the overwhelming prospect before him. His voice trembled as he confessed his doubts. "What do you say, Bryson?""I can't," Bryson admitted, his words laced with a mixture of insecurity and self-awareness. "I am inexperienced, and..." Cardo interrupted, his voice filled with unwavering faith. "I know you're inexperienced, but I believe in you, son." Bryson released a heavy sigh, torn between his reservations and the trust placed in
Ainslie's mind spun with disbelief. "What? You think that is possible?" she asked, her confusion evident.Clinton, oozing confidence, met her gaze and assured her, "It is possible if you truly desire me and...," he paused to peck her lips, playfully biting her bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from her before releasing her. "If you truly want to embrace a beautiful life beyond being Bryson's miserable wife." Leaving her to contemplate his words, Clinton excused himself to freshen up, and Ainslie, still wrapped in the duvet, stood before the mirror, her eyes locked on her own reflection."I cannot continue living as a miserable woman. I deserve better," she whispered, her fingers caressing her hair as a sneer formed on her face.Soon, Clinton emerged dressed and pulled Ainslie into one final passionate kiss before departing. Returning to the opulence of the Pegasus Mansion, Ainslie stepped into the grand living room only to freeze as her father, Mark, unleashed a thunderous voice
In this emotionally charged encounter, Ainslie's anger becomes a palpable force as she defiantly steps forward, a growl escaping her lips, while Bryson responds with laughter, a stark contrast to her intense demeanor."I need a divorce, okay?" Ainslie's opening statement is a straightforward plea, met with Bryson's firm denial. His reply is concise, asserting his unwillingness to entertain the notion."You won't get a divorce. I've made myself clear." Ainslie, undeterred, attempts to play mind games, questioning Bryson's apparent lack of shame despite catching her in a compromising situation."Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You caught your fellow man having wonderful sex with your wife and you don't want to divorce me?" Her taunting tone, accompanied by a chuckle and a dramatic hair flip, seeks to provoke a reaction. Bryson responds with a rhetorical question, inviting her opinion."Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Ainslie's manipulation escalates as she questions Bryson's mot
Following a momentary silence, disrupted only by the echoes of Bryson's disrespectful departure, Mark, Ainslie's father, couldn't contain his frustration. "What a disrespectful and arrogant son-in-law I was so unfortunate to have." He cast an accusing look at Ainslie, expressing both disappointment and anger. In an attempt to restore some order, Dulgad, clad in a well-straightened suit coat, reassured Mark. "Don't get worked up over him, father. He's going to crawl back to us, and we'll kick him away." Mark, adamant, declared his stance on Bryson's future endeavors. "No one should pull any strings for him to get a good job." His disapproval of Bryson's actions was palpable, and he shifted the focus to an impending deal with the Wyatt Group. "Also, Dulgad, I hope you've made the preparations for the important deal we are signing today with the Wyatt Group.""Yes, father. Everything will go well," Dulgad assured, displaying confidence in the upcoming business venture. Rose, Ains
Julie expressed disapproval, citing Ainslie's infidelity as a reason to reconsider, but Ainslie stood firm. "You've done wrong, Ainslie. You cheated on him and now you want to divorce him.""Spare the bullshit, Julie," Ainslie retorted. "You don't know how pathetic my life has been in the last few years with Bryson. I cheated on him, and I don't regret it.""Ainslie…!" Amid Julie's attempt to interject, Dora intervened. "Be quiet, Julie. She has made the right decision. Clinton is far better than Bryson." She rolled her eyes. Dora acknowledged Ainslie's current living situation, prompting questions from Julie. "So you now live in your father's house, Ainslie?"Ainslie nodded."You never told us anything…""Julie, she couldn't because she was ashamed of her circumstances. Right, Ainslie?" Dora supported, and Ainslie, nodding, affirmed. During their conversation, Julie couldn't hide her curiosity and concern. "I'm sure your family is making Bryson's life unbearable now that he li
As Bryson processed the information, he found himself stepping into a world of opulence and influence, his life now intricately tied to the vast empire of the Wyatt Group. He stood outside the grand entrance of the Wyatt Domain Hotel, marveling at the sheer magnitude of his newfound ownership. "So I now own the biggest hotel in the country? Wow," he thought, his disbelief tinged with awe. The weight of this revelation settled upon him as he prepared to step into a role he hadn't anticipated. Marissa, the knowledgeable guide, stepped forward, eager to share the hotel's prestige. "Wyatt Domain Hotel has received so many accolades in the past years and It is loved by everyone in this city, Ashville. Let's go in," she proposed, extending an invitation to explore the opulence that awaited within. Bryson, intrigued and still processing the monumental shift in his circumstances, simply replied, "Okay." He followed Marissa, who led him through the opulent lobby, adorned with the finest