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
The revelation left the room shrouded in a heavy silence as everyone grappled with the unexpected turn of events. Ainslie, still holding the promise of the deal she had secured, exchanged a concerned glance with her father, uncertain of how to navigate the sudden setback. The air hung with tension, waiting for an explanation that would unravel the mystery behind the lost deal. Mark's rage simmered as no one dared to provide an answer to his question. "First, the Wyatt Group didn't give us the deal, and now they dare to snatch this deal from us?" Dulgad, attempting to explain the dire situation, shook his head. "It's been less than 72 hours, Father, and we've suffered so many losses. We've lost some of our investors and millions of dollars, all because of the Wyatt Group.""What the heck?" Mark scoffed, his frustration palpable. "This is crazy.""But, Dulgad, are you sure? I mean… this deal is ours. I had done everything to secure it, so how can it just be given to the Wyatt Grou
As the video unfolded, Mark's face contorted in disbelief. The video depicted Ainslie in a compromising situation, seducing Mr. Jockey and removing his clothes. Ainslie's voice echoed in the room, making Mark's shock intensify."I will satisfy you so much that you'd give the deal to me when I'm done with you, Mr. Jockey. I'll handle you in a way no woman has ever done," Ainslie's voice proclaimed, her laughter audible as the video ended with her disrobing."You see, I'm not lying," Mr. Jockey asserted, taking the phone back and staring at Ainslie, who was now unable to lift her gaze in shame.Ainslie, caught off guard, closed her eyes, grappling with the revelation. The room fell into a stunned silence as Mark and Dulgad tried to process the shocking turn of events, torn between disbelief and the unsettling truth before them."So, Um, Ainslie, I'm sorry your company didn't get the deal. If you had thought of using your brain instead of your…" Mr. Jockey sneered, staring at her from
Pointing at Ainslie, Mark covered the distance between them, staring at her with red eyes. "How dare you humiliate me this much in less than an hour? Huh?!" Ainslie couldn't utter a word but shook her head nervously, still holding onto her cheek, which felt like it could fall off if she let go."I see why you came back home that night and asked for a divorce because it was your conscience pricking you, and you wanted to get rid of Bryson. I'm so disappointed in you that you stoop so low on these occasions.""Father, I…I…""Ssh! Ainslie, your actions have consequences, and they are going to ruin this family's image. Do you fucking know how long it took me to build our reputation? I never for once did anything stupid when my father was alive because I wanted to earn his respect and honors, but you did the opposite. If the press gets hold of these stinky photos here or the video Mr. Jockey showed us, then do you know what will become of this family, me especially?! I'll be a laughin
Ainslie shook her head and laughed. "This is just a mere coincidence, and I'm sure you've got no involvement in it. So quit acting like you're some big man who could pull all this off. Stop jubilating over what you did not do." She sneered. "I'll get back at you for treating me this way, mark my words, Bryson." He released his grip on her, and she pushed him away, leaving the room. Bryson smiled slyly as he rubbed his nose. "Let's see how you make me pay then." The tension lingered, leaving the Pegasus mansion fraught with secrets, accusations, and a web of intertwined destinies. Later that evening, in the Pegasus living room, the family tried to gather the pieces of their shattered unity. Mark, sitting in silence, finally spoke up."Ainslie, we need an explanation. We can't move forward without you clearing the air." Ainslie, standing before her family, took a deep breath. "Father, I didn't plan for any of this. I had taken that video and those photos as a desperate measure