The response from the other end of the line drove Alexander in shock. Jameson, the butler of the family had told him Arthur White was his personal assistant and infact the White's Group which belonged to him was part of Alexander's assets. Alexander wondered, "Why did he respond that way or is he unaware he was made my personal assistant?" As Alexander was lost in thought, the owner of the delivery company interrupted his reverie with a mocking laugh. Mimicking Alexander's earlier words, the owner exclaimed, "Hello, Mr. White, Alexander Greece here. I assume you know me. I have something for you to do." The owner then went on to sneer at Alexander, questioning his supposed connection to Mr. White and ridiculing his current employment in a small company. "Ah, if you really had connections to Mr. White, would you be working in my small company?" he asked rhetorically. "I thought you even had a support and not here fooling yourself. Do you think just anyone can know Mr. White or even
"Please don't leave, Mr. Greece," pleaded Mr. Ducan, the delivery company owner, as he hurriedly made his way towards Alexander, panting and out of breath. "I never knew Mountain Tai was right in front of me. Please forgive me." Alexander frowned upon seeing Mr. Ducan and asked, "What do you want?" "I'm willing to atone for my mistakes towards you. Please, Mr. Greece, I shouldn't have done that," Mr. Ducan kept bowing as he spoke. Allen, who was present, watched with his mouth wide open. He had not expected Mr. Ducan to come back groveling and begging for forgiveness from Alexander. Meanwhile, Alexander maintained his composure and simply smiled, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "Mr. Ducan, you just fired me with no salary and kicked me out of your company. Why are you calling me back now?" he asked with a straight face. Mr. Ducan pleaded, "It was my mistake. I was a fool to have done that. I shouldn't have let others lead me by the nose. Please Mr. Greece, don't leave me like
Alexander placed a call to Arthur and said, "Arthur, I need you to send some lawyers and necessary paperwork to help me acquire 'Swift Way'." As he awaited the arrival of the legal team, Alexander sat in his office and began going through the emails that had been sent to him. He couldn't believe that he had managed to acquire the very company he had previously worked for. He smiled to himself, thinking, "This is my first acquisition, but I know there will be many more to come." As an heir to Greece, Alexander had a responsibility to dominate several cities, including his current base of Fairview. Going through some of the members of the Greece family's assets, he noticed that they had more assets than he did. Feeling a sense of obligation as the direct heir, Alexander sighed and said, "This journey won't be easy." A few minutes later, the legal team arrived, and the acquisition was completed successfully. As Alexander stepped outside of the company, his friend and colleague Allen
Alexander was guided by the lady into the building. Jane as she was called was a popular beauty back then in the university. She was only overshadowed by Emily who was more beautiful than her. As he walked with her, he remembered how she had pursued him back in their university days. He, however, was only interested in Emily. What made him more surprised was seeing her working in the White's Group and she seem to have a good position considering her grades were not very high. Curious about her role in the company, he asked, "What do you do here?" Jane replied with a laugh, "It's just a small position, I'm in charge of the marketing department. I'm a manager there." Jane said as she turned to give him a side glance. Alexander was impressed, "That's great! Being a manager of the marketing department definitely gives you a high standing in the company." She then asked, "So what brings you here? I'm sure you as the most intelligent person in our class back then must be a very mighty m
"What?" "How?" These were some of the words that left the mouth of those present. The famous, wealthy and influential Arthur White who was seen as a God by some of his workers was bowing and addressing a poorly dressed man who had just been accused as a thief as young master. "Sir, are you mistaken?" Jane who was still holding the side of her face spoke tentatively as she moved backward slowly. She didn't offend him so why had she been slapped. Arthur glared at her with anger, "How dare you question me? Who the hell are you?" Then he turned towards Alexander, "Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming. I could have come out to welcome you personally. I'm sorry my foolish subordinates offended you," he said. Alexander waved his hand, "It's none of your business. They have their own wills and as such will pay the price or get the reward for every of their actions." Jane felt a trace of fear hearing their conversations. She couldn't believe her ears. The man whom she had just des
Arthur paused and looked up at Alexander. "Hmm, please wait, young master," he said, his tone thoughtful. "I may have something that might interest you." Alexander raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? What is it?" he asked, as he sat back down. "It's a house," Arthur said, watching as Alexander's eyes widened with interest. "The previous owner gave it to me, probably to curry favor. But since I already have a place, I haven't really used it." Alexander nodded, intrigued. "I see. And where is this house located?" "It's in Greenwich Estate," Arthur replied, his tone somewhat reverential. "It's one of the most sought-after areas in the city, and the house itself is the best one there. The owner had good vision." As Alexander murmured the name of the area to himself, a look of recognition crossed his face. "Greenwich Estate," he said slowly. "I recall now. That's a place that's said to be only for the extremely influential, isn't it?" Arthur nodded, a small smile on h
Alexander turned towards the sound of a voice and saw a young man, decked in luxurious clothing, holding a woman. Alexander didn't know the guy, so he frowned, wondering how he knew him. The young man noticed Alexander's confusion and laughed. "You look lost, loser. Need some help finding your way?" Alexander's frown deepened. "Excuse me, do we know each other?" The young man sneered. "No, I don't know you. I can never know a loser like you." The young man and the woman besides him burst into laughter. Alexander's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, I don't appreciate that kind of talk. Get out of my way." The young man laughed. "Or what? You're going to hit me with that scrawny arm of yours?" Alexander took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists and repeated his words. "I said, get out of the way now!!" The young man smirked. "Make me." That was all Alexander needed to hear. He lunged forward and landed a punch on the young man's nose, sending him reeling backwards. The woman n
The bald headed man carried himself with utmost confidence as he walked closer. Though he had seen Isabel beat those gang members, he didn't take them serious. Meanwhile, the gang members were happy as if they had seen a life saving straw. Alexander squinted and observed the bald headed man, "You're not Tom," he stated simply. Though he had not seen Tom or his picture, he had the feeling this wasn't him. The bald headed man gave a slight smile, "You're indeed bold to call the name just like that. If I was to attack you, do you think this young woman by your side can keep you safe?" "You can give it a try," Alexander said confidently. He didn't know Isabel but he knew that whoever the Greece would arrange to protect him would definitely not be ordinary. "Hmmm," The bald headed man gave a deep look at Alexander, "A rat is usually bold until it is gobled up by the Lion." Suddenly, the bald-headed man lunged forward, his body tensed like a coiled spring. Isabel, with lightning-fast re