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
As the room plunged into darkness, they shed their clothes, surrendering to a moment of passionate intimacy. An hour later, Ainslie lay in Clinton's embrace, her head resting on his chest as he stroked it tenderly. Naked under the duvet, they shared a quiet moment of respite. In the aftermath, Clinton's thoughts turned to Bryson, and a sneer formed on his lips. "How dare that miserable thing mock you? What gives him the right?" Ainslie, concerned about her ongoing relationship with Bryson, sought reassurance. "I don't know. We need to do something about him, Clinton because it doesn't seem like my ties with him will be severed anytime soon.""Don't worry, babe. This time, it will be me who takes action," Clinton declared, a sly smile playing on his lips.Looking up at him, Ainslie inquired, "What else can we do?""Eliminate him," Clinton uttered, his words carrying a sinister tone."What?" As Ainslie grasped the gravity of his suggestion, her eyes widened, and she sat up, instinc
After a while of keeping them in suspense, Bryson revealed. "I want to learn martial arts. Get me a teacher." Marissa's eyes widened in surprise. "Master Bryson, there are plenty of guards already protecting you. I'm also here. You don't need to learn martial arts."Rambo, standing nearby, chimed in, "Young Master, I believe the existing security measures are sufficient." Bryson, however, remained resolute. "I've made up my mind. I want to be able to defend myself. Find me a good teacher, Rambo." Marissa tried to dissuade him further. "Young Master, it's unnecessary. Your safety is our top priority." Ignoring her concerns, Bryson commanded, "Rambo, get me a martial arts teacher. Someone skilled and experienced." Rambo hesitated for a moment, knowing the challenges that lay ahead. "Mr. Kong is a renowned martial arts instructor. He can help you, Young Master.""Then get him for me," Bryson ordered firmly, his determination unwavering. "I want to start training as soon as po
After dinner, Ainslie retreated to her room, where the anticipation of a message from Clinton awaited her. As she glanced at her phone, she couldn't help but grin in excitement upon reading his words, "Babe, Bryson is going to die tonight." The sinister message ignited a crooked smile on Ainslie's face."Just send him to get you something from the pharmacy ten minutes away from the house and I will handle it from there." Lifting her gaze from the message, Ainslie reveled in the devious plan forming in her mind. The unsettling smile lingered as she contemplated the impending events. Her satisfaction was palpable, knowing that the seeds of deception she had planted were beginning to bear fruit. As the approaching footsteps reached Ainslie's ears, she hastily took an uncomfortable position on the bed. The door swung open, revealing Bryson, who walked in only to be met with Ainslie's agonized screams."Ahh, damn, this pain is killing me," she groaned, clutching her tummy and roll
A while later, as Bryson slowly regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a heap of stuffed sacks, a dark bag tightly over his head. Through the tiny holes in the bag, he could make out the blurry shapes of people surrounding him. As he groaned, their laughter erupted, a cacophony of taunts echoing in the unknown warehouse. Amid the laughter, they removed the sack bag, revealing Bryson's disoriented face. Blinking against the sudden light, he realized he was surrounded by a dozen men, each wielding a menacing weapon. Struggling to orient himself, Bryson demanded, "Who the hell are you people?" The apparent leader, a menacing figure, approached, and with a cruel smile, kicked Bryson. Reacting swiftly, Bryson retaliated with a headbutt, catching the leader off guard. Enraged, the others descended upon him, delivering blows and kicks. Just as Bryson felt the weight of the assault, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Let him be, guys." The assailants halted immedi
As the echoes of Bryson's screams lingered in the darkened warehouse, the gang leader continued his assault, reveling in the brutality. Bryson, battered and helpless, gasped for breath between the relentless blows. During the merciless beating, Bryson managed to mutter defiantly, "You think this changes anything? You bunch of fools are as weak as Clinton!"The gang leader scoffed, "Maybe not, but you will never stand in our way again." Meanwhile, in her room, Ainslie continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. The elation that had gripped her moments ago began to wane, replaced by a subtle unease. The reality of the violence unleashed on Bryson began to sink in, and the twisted satisfaction she initially felt was now clouded by a haunting realization. As Rose left Ainslie's room, concern etched on her face, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The atmosphere within the Pegasus mansion had shifted, and Rose couldn't ignore the unsettling aura that per
"Mr Bryson, here you go," the manager of King's Paints factory said, shoving an agreement document on his desk to Bryson Wyatt. "If you're okay with the job I've offered, do well to sign the document."Bryson dropped his gaze at the document. He was speechless and dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do or say.He had come here for an interview with the hopes of getting the position of the paint factory's manager but was offered the position of a delivery man for the factory.The manager was getting impatient as Bryson kept staring at the document without uttering a word. He arose, feigning annoyance and said."Hey, Bryson, if you are not ready or interested in this job then please leave my office. I am sure there are many other men out there who would gladly come in after you go to take this job offer. You are actually wasting my time now, Mr Wyatt.""I am sorry, sir. I am just a bit surprised because I had come for an interview for the position of a manager in this factory. I had no