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
Ainslie, curious, stepped forward. "What sort of proof do you have, Dora?""A video that showed Bryson in the hotel, being treated with great respect by the receptionist and the guards," Dora said. She pulled out her phone and started playing a video as she passed it on to Dulgad to watch. The family gathered around Dulgad to watch the video while Bryson remained in his spot, staring at them with narrowed eyes. As she observed their eyes widening, Dora exclaimed triumphantly, "See! See! This is the real Bryson! He deceived everyone! I think he's just a fraud and a petty thief who managed to steal the Golden card." Bryson, unfazed, addressed Dora, "You're talking too much nonsense, Dora. You're making a mountain out of a molehill, it seems. You're trying to make me look deceptive in front of my in-laws, but it's no big deal to me." Dora smirked, feeling victorious. "The big deal is that you're living a double life, deceiving everyone. You're not who you pretend to be! I'm sur
Hearing his voice, Dora tilted her head and sneered. "You! You think you can deceive everyone, huh? You've manipulated my life enough." Bryson chuckled, "Deceive? No, Dora, I'm just living my life. Moreover, I have not done anything to your life.""Really?" Dora glared at him, "What are you doing here anyway?""I came to return your purse," he replied, holding it out.Dora snatched it from him, "I don't need your charity."Bryson raised an eyebrow, "Charity? I thought it was just a purse."She groaned. "You sneaky bastard, I never knew you could be two-faced.""Hm, it happens. You know we can never know someone too well."She chuckled, nodding. "You are right. But…how were you able to pull it off? Who the real hell are you?!""Hmm. Let me say, I'm just the sore loser whom you shouldn't mess with."She let out a bitter chuckle, stunned by his answer. "Fuck you, Bryson.""Ouch. Are you that pained because you couldn't expose me? Ah ah ah." He sniffed and looked around. "Or are you f
Ainslie, growing increasingly concerned about her father's well-being, turned to Bryson, "Bryson, do you have any insights on how we can bounce back from this?" Bryson, choosing his words carefully, responded, trying to act like he was concerned, "It's essential to remain vigilant and explore other potential opportunities. We should also analyze our business strategies, perhaps collaborate with other companies, and strengthen our market presence. This setback can be a catalyst for positive change." Mark, still simmering with frustration, grunted, "Easy for you to say. You've probably never faced such a setback in your so-called life." Bryson maintained his calm demeanor, "I've faced my fair share of challenges, father-in-law. Every setback is an opportunity to reassess and adapt, I think." Overlooking the insights and good advice Bryson had rendered, Dulgad said, "Don't worry, Father. We can work things out. Don't stress yourself.""Coming from my incompetent son who couldn'
The following morning, Ainslie meticulously prepared to embark on her new professional journey at the company, accompanied by Dulgad. As the sun spilled its golden hues across the landscape, they sat at the dining table for a family breakfast before Ainslie's departure. Amidst the clinking of utensils, Mark, Ainslie's father, directed a pointed question at Bryson, feeling frustrated over his laid-back attitude. "Bryson, do you want to keep on eating under my roof without working?" Bryson, unfazed, wiped off his mouth with a napkin and replied nonchalantly, "No. But what are you trying to say, father-in-law?""Don't act dumb in front of me; you know well what I'm talking about. Won't you get a job?!" Mark's tone carried a mixture of frustration and concern.Bryson chuckled, noticing Mark's furrowed brow. "Oh, I see someone is burdened with a useless son-in-law. And I think someone is happy that I finally don't have a job," he added, shifting his gaze to Rose, his mother-in-law."
Abbey, catching up with Bryson, couldn't contain his curiosity. "What's this personal matter you need to settle, Bryson? And why's this guy here?" he asked, glancing nervously at Rambo. Bryson, maintaining an air of mystery, replied, "Let's just say there are some debts that need to be paid, Abbey. As for my friend here," he nodded toward Rambo, "he's here to ensure everything goes smoothly." They reached the boss's office, where the door creaked open ominously. Bryson's former colleagues exchanged uncertain glances as they entered the room. Inside the office, the boss, who served as the manager, sat behind his desk. His initial joy at seeing Bryson dissipated as he looked up in surprise. "Bryson! What brings you back?" he asked, attempting to mask his unease. Bryson, with a cold smile, responded, "I've come to settle accounts, sir.""What nonsense? How dare you barge into my office and speak balderdash?" the manager retorted, his irritation evident. The room fell into a