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
As Bryson spun around, he found Dora standing behind him. Her expression soured upon confirming his identity. "What are you doing here, loser?" she asked, her disdain evident in her disgusted stare."Well, I can ask you the same thing," Bryson retorted, injecting a touch of pompousness into his tone, challenging her condescending attitude. Dora rolled her eyes, releasing a chuckle. "Look at you talking to me with such a tone. Now I've confirmed once again how stupid losers like you can be." She flung her hair dismissively and glanced at the receptionist, who was attempting to caution her. "Let me guess right. You're here to seek for a job, Bryson." Bryson, not letting her provocations unsettle him, responded, "Is that what you think?""Obviously. I'm sure you're looking for a job not other than a cleaner," she asserted, attempting to belittle his aspirations."I see," Bryson acknowledged, maintaining a level-headed demeanor. Dora continued her verbal assault, criticizing his a
Dora stood there, utterly speechless and holding her shaking face in disbelief after the swift action of the guard. Staring at Bryson, who chuckled softly, she struggled to process the unexpected turn of events. Regaining her voice, she stuttered to the guard, "Y…your master? H…him?""Yes, have you lost your manners, woman?" The guard lashed out, defending Bryson against Dora's disrespectful behavior. The receptionist had informed him of Dora's earlier misbehavior toward Bryson."No. This Bryson is a low life and…" Dora attempted to justify herself."Paa!!" Before she could finish her sentence, she received another resounding slap, this time from the receptionist, rendering her speechless once again."How can you open that mouth to speak ill of our master?" the receptionist questioned sternly. "I tried to talk to you peacefully earlier, but it seems like you want a problem. Now I'm going to call the police." Dora, now nursing the stinging sensation on her face from both the gu
Dora was shocked by Kyle's denial. "How could you say that, Kyle?"Ignoring her, Kyle maintained his stance, distancing himself from Dora's actions. "Kyle, you proposed to me a couple of weeks ago, and now you're denying me? How dare you?" Dora confronted Kyle, expressing her indignation at his disavowal. While Dora continued her rambling, Bryson, growing increasingly impatient, interjected to put an end to her tirade. "Just pay the money and leave, Dora…""I don't have the money, Bryson!""Really?""Yes. I will get my lawyer." Dora, attempting to deflect the situation, took out her phone and pretended to be calling her lawyer. "I can't let you guys treat me this way.""Stop wasting my time, Dora, or I will do something you will regret pushing me to do.""A pauper like you can't do a thing to me.""Okay. See what I can do then…" Bryson, undeterred, started calling the police. Realizing he wasn't bluffing, Dora hastily stopped him, urging him to cut the call."Okay. I will transf
The woman, with a pleading expression, clasped her hands together before Bryson. "Please don't sack me, sir. I don't have anywhere else to look for a job, and I need this job to take care of my granddaughter." Feeling pity for the woman, Bryson sighed before crouching to the girl's height and waving at her with a smile."Hello, how are you?""I'm fine, Mister.""What is your beautiful name?""Lily. My grandma usually calls me Flower."Bryson chuckled together with Marissa before glancing up at the woman, who managed to smile."So, Flower, how old are you?""I am just 10 years old.""And you come to help your grandmother with cleaning here sometimes?""Yes. Though she shoos me away sometimes, I sneakily help her out because I hate to see her working so hard for us and having back pains all night.""Hey, what are you saying, Lily?" The woman chuckled, blinking away the tears that were threatening to come out of her eyes due to her granddaughter being emotional."My grandma can't eve
Mark got infuriated by his son's explanation. "That's balderdash!" Mark roared like a wounded lion, startling all of them. "Who could his boss be?""It's probably the successor of the business. I'm not sure.""The successor? Who could it be?" Mark thought aloud, and that minute, Bryson casually walked in, not bothering to greet anyone, noticing the tension in the living room."You don't need to worry, Mark. I'm sure another better deal is coming our way," Rose said, trying to pacify her husband. Arching his brow, Mark turned to face his wife. "A better deal? Are you kidding me, Rose?" Rose quickly let go of him, feeling a bit embarrassed."Rose, the Wyatt Group is the biggest in the city, you know. I worked for years monitoring their vast business growing every day. I waited all this while to build our own business so that one day I can have a business relationship with the Wyatt group, and everything is ruined now, and you said we can get another big deal?""Sorry if my words