The time turned back. And now, Gaston faced Jurgen again.
The friend who stole everything and who wished him to die for his stead. Yes, that’s Jurgen.
After knowing the truth, Gaston only had this one wish. It was to punish Jurgen by all means. Yet, now that they were standing in front of each other, Gaston was in a mess.
It was so difficult for him to decipher this.
‘Did I really go back to the past? Did God have mercy and give me a second chance?’ He asked these questions over and over again.
Until Jurgen spoke.
“Hey. Are you really okay? Why are you looking at me like that?”
It was then Gaston realized that he’s been glaring at Jurgen while clenching his fists. He wanted to beat him and to slam his face. He felt so deeply mad that his throat hurts.
‘Why did you betray me? Why did you hide my identity?’
Gaston eager to ask those.Yet, he could not grasp the situation. Honestly, his mind was all over the place.
“You’re being weird, dude. Anyway, just go out. Chairman wanted to see you in the dining room ASAP. Okay?”
When Jurgen left and closed the door, Gaston finally breathed.
“Haaaaaaa…”
He fell on the ground while catching his breath.
“A m-moment ago, I died,” he whispered. “I was so certain that I died.”
He vividly remembered how painful it was when his body was electrified. But suddenly, he woke up inside his room, saw Jurgen and heard that the Chairman was still alive.
If the time did not turn back, then what is it?
“L-Let’s say that I really came back to the past, Then…”
That means he wasn’t framed yet and he is still working as Chairman’s secretary.
He looked around his room and found his phone on the table. He grabbed it, opened the screen and checked the date.
It’s January, nine months before he died in October.
It was April when the Chairman died and Gaston was framed as the murderer. He spent six months in jail.
“So, if today is January, there are only two months before the Chairman will die,” he concluded.
Sighing, he sat on the bed. He was relieved to know that he still had time to avoid being framed. Moreover, there is one more thing.
In February, Jurgen will move out of the house and become the heir of the Hopkin’s corporation. That was because according to Jurgen, he stole Gaston’s real identity.
‘If I am the real heir, I have one month left to get my wealth and reunite with my father, Mr. John Hopkins.’
The information Jurgen told him wasn't detailed. And there’s no way to know it, unless Jurgen was also aware that the time turned back.
Yet, the way Jurgen approached Gaston a moment ago was very natural. As if Jurgen could not remember anything.
It hit Gaston that there is a possibility he was the only one who was gifted with the ability to recall the original events.
There is one way to know the truth.
He must come out, meet everyone and confirm it with his own eyes.
‘Right. I had to see the Chairman.’
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“I could not understand why we need to wait for Gaston before eating?” Jules Solice, the youngest child in the Solice Family asked. “That b*stard should not let us wait f… ahh!” Jules could not continue his words because his older sister kicked his feet under the table.
Groaning, Jules glared at Divine Solice.
Divine smiled at Jules while saying, “Gaston isn’t a stranger to us, Jules. He is our family. Right, Grandpa?”
At her words, all looked at the old man sitting in the center of the long table in the dining room. He is Harold Solice, the owner of Hamington Corporation. The second leading group in the country.
Harold looked at his granddaughter and then to his grandson. When Jules met Harold’s sharp gaze, he shut his mouth.
“Gaston isn’t my grandson,” Harold announced.
All held their breaths.
It’s the same topic again and again. They are tired of this, and annoyed about the obvious result.
“But he was the only one who took care of me when I had a stroke. A man who does not share a single blood. That’s Gaston. But he became a family in the time I needed care. Who are you to complain if I wanted to eat with him at the same table?”
No one answered. Because they were all guilty.
Years ago, they abandoned the Chairman when he got a stroke. They focused on getting the inheritance, thinking that Harold will soon die. But after Gaston looked over at him, the Chairman regained his strength!
There was no doubt why Harold likes Gaston.
“I am really sorry for Jules's rude behavior, father,” Victoria apologized. “I hope you will not take it to heart.” Victoria mouthed at her son, telling him to apologize right away.
Without energy, Jules answered, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Sorry Grandpa. I didn’t mean it.”
Harold forged a cough. He looked at everyone, at the maids around, the guards and his family members who gathered in this place. At the same time, Gaston arrived on the scene.
“C-Chairman.”
All tilted their heads to the secretary.
‘He is alive. The Chairman is really alive!’ Gaston mourned with joy.
Gaston stared at the old man, as if soon he’ll gonna cry soon. The members of the family noticed his unusual behaviors and were confused why his eyes were filled with sorrowful emotions.
For these people, only a day passed since the last time Gaston and Harold saw each other. But for Gaston, it’s been six months.
“You’re here!” Harold greeted his secretary. “Come and sit down.” He pointed to the seat next to Sonny, which brought Sonny in grimace.
How dare a mere secretary sit next besides the Vice President of the Corporation?
If it was before, Gaston would hesitate to perch next to Sonny. Yet, because he was too occupied with seeing Harold alive, Gaston’s feet took him near the Chairman. Slowly, he sat down without taking his eyes off the Chairman.
Now that he saw him in person, Gaston was more convinced that the time turned back.
‘It is real!’ he gasped inside his head.
“This is the first time you got late, Gaston. I was surprised,” Harold said with chuckles.
The Chairman was in a bad mood a moment ago. But as soon as he saw Gaston, he became energetic and positive again. It was because Harold sees Gaston as his own grandson. On other hand, Gaston thought of Harold as his only family.
Gaston suppressed the sobs which were about to escape from his lips. He looked down and clenched his hands above his lap.
This is not only about getting what is rightfully his. Gaston realized that he was sent back to this time to save Harold.
“I am s-sorry,” Gaston murmured while looking down. “Chairman. I am so s-sorry.”
He was apologizing for not saving Harold before. However, Harold and others thought that Gaston was so apologetic for being late.
Chuckling, Harold tapped Gaston’s back and said, “I understand, Gaston. It’s okay to be late sometimes.”
No. Gaston does not want to be late anymore. He would not allow himself to be timid as the time frame is so short.
“Anyway, since everyone is here, I will get to the point,” Harold announced.
Gaston lifted his head and looked at the Chairman, along with the other members of the family.
“Today is my wedding anniversary with my dearest wife, Jasmine. I never intended to celebrate a grand party since Jasmine isn’t in this world anymore. But, I chose this day to announce a very important thing.”
Sonny, Victoria, Jules and Divine stayed on their guards. What will the Chairman announce today?
There was only one person who knew it. And yes, it is the man who came back from the future.
Gaston stared at the Chairman while expecting to hear the same announcement he heard a long time ago.
“I will step down as the Chairman. For the meantime, my secretary, Gaston, will manage the Hamington.”
“Father! This is too much!” Sonny complained. “Right! W-Why are you giving that much authority to a mere secretary?” Victoria followed. “Pardon. I didn’t say that I will give the corporation to Gaston. I said, he will temporarily manage the corporation,” Harold explained. “I am not sure who is the most qualified person to own Hamington. Until then, Gaston will manage it.” “Grandpa. This is unfair,” Jules added. “Let’s say that the b*stard… I mean, that Gaston won’t inherit Hamington. Still, do you expect us to bow our heads and listen to him? My pride cannot take this.” “A perfect leader can bow his head if it means lowering prejudice and ego.Gaston worked under my care for years. To put it simple, while everyone caused troubles, Gaston and I founded Hamington. There’s no other perfect person who can guide Hamington other than him. So, I want everyone to prove me that I am wrong.” One by one, piercing gaze went to Gaston’s side. He became the public’s enemy. Well, Gaston was used
“Kick him out of this house. That is my wish.” Everyone in the mansion knew that Jurgen is Gaston’s best friend. So, when Divine and Jurgen heard this from Gaston, they thought they heard him wrong. “You were joking, weren’t you?” Jurgen asked. “Did you just ask Miss Divine to fire me?” Glancing at Jurgen, Gaston replied, “You heard me right. I asked her to send you away.” “Are y-you still drunk?” Jurgen asked. “I know you are mad at me b-but this is t-too much. If you kick me out of here, where will I go?” “Why should I worry about that? You’re not a child anymore, Jurgen.” “Gaston!” Jurgen raised his voice as he could not calm down. “Why a-are you doing this? We're friends!” Friends? That was the most hilarious word for Gaston. “Please calm down,” Divine meddled. She placed her hands on Gaston’s shoulder and said, “Gaston, I don’t know why you are being like this. But Jurgen is your friend. Even if the two of you had a fight, this is not the right way to fix it.” Gaston remo
Jurgen went to the pub to drink. He was wearing a button up shirt and tie, which are his uniform as Chairman’s guard. Sitting alone, he grabbed his drink and jugged his beer. “W-Why… Why are you… you doing this to me, Gaston?” he talked alone. His glossy eyes which were drifting around the space blinked slowly. With his haw hanging slack, he continued. “I am your friend! Why do you have to kick me t-that way?!” he shouted before slamming the desk. Other customers in the pub looked into his way and went back to their own business. Jurgen washed his reddened face with his dry palms and messed up his brown hair. He was so confused. Last night, Gaston and him were doing fine. They even planned on camping together next week. It was Jurgen’s mistake that he told Divine about Gaston’s secret, but that is not enough for Gaston to kick him out of the mansion. “N-Now… what will I do?” Jurgen sobbed, crying with sarcastic smiles. He spent all of his money investing in a small business and
Gaston has 4 initial plans. First, get his revenge. Second, find his father and get his rightful position as the heir of the Hopkins Corporation. Third, save the Chairman from dying. And fourth, find the murderer. Today is the fourth day since Gaston came back to the past. Until now, he was scared to think that everything was just a dream or an illusion. But he does not want to dwell on hesitating and waste time. If this is just a dream, so be it. But if this is the reality, he would do his best to survive until the end. Ding dong~ After arriving in New York, Gaston went to visit the Chairman’s Grandson. It was to get his sign and approval for appointing Gaston as the temporary person who will manage Hamington corporation. ‘If my aim is to get power, I don’t need to do this,’ Gaston said in his head. Hamington is the second largest corporation in their country. The first in rank is Hopkins. If Gaston needs power, finding his father and revealing his identity as the missing son wo
“Your Grandfather will die.” Griffti held his breath for a second. There was a gnawing silence between him and Gaston. And even if there were sounds of wind gushing and murmuring words, they were muted down. The two of them looked at each other for long seconds, until Griffti detached his lips. “Is he… sick?” “No,” Gaston replied. “If he’s not sick, then why are you telling me that he’s going to die?” Because Gaston came from the future. It was hard to find evidence of a murder that hadn’t happened yet. Therefore, telling Griffti that he came from the future is the only explanation Gaston has as of now. But will Griffti believe him? Gaston took a deep breath. His secret is not something that is easy to share. Not candy, juice or chips which are easy to digest. Anyone who hears this might think that he’s losing his mind. ‘However, the time limit is short,’ Gaston thought. He gathered his courage and opened his lips again. Then he said, “There is someone aiming for the Chairm
Walking in the Time Square in New York, Gaston saw many hotels and theaters. Despite the street’s large size, it was crowded with cars and people. Gaston really felt the fast life in this place, which was famous as the City that never sleeps. When he looked up, he saw signboards that advertise products and a TV screen which showed news about the recent Championship in the Fifa World Cup. As he looked down, the people who were walking with him on the pedestrian lane were browsing on their phones and reading news about Messi’s retirement. Not everyone was interested in the World Cup. But the majority were. ‘That’s why he has no choice but to believe in me,’ Gaston thought. This early morning, he received a text from the Chairman’s first grandson. Griffti asked Gaston to meet him today and sent the location too. Gaston agreed. But before that, Gaston needs to go somewhere first. It’s almost a week, yet he hasn’t found his father, John Hopkins. He went to John’s favorite restaurant
Griffti went to the park and sat on the bench. He stared at the large space then the inspiration came flooding inside his mind. He moved his hand and started drawing on his sketchbook. After some minutes, he finished drawing his park plan using his imagination. Griffti stared at his artwork with a proud smile. Looking at this is enough. He has no plan in using his talent to achieve more than this. Because he knows that with his mental illness, he does not deserve any of his professors' compliments. Sighing, Griffti enjoyed the breeze while sitting on the bench. He will meet Gaston later and talk about things that kept him awake all night. ‘Can he really tell the future?’ Griffti wondered. The result of the Fifa World Cup is one of his pieces of evidence. But Griffti needs to clarify more things. ‘Who knows. Maybe he’s friends with the Argentina National Team,’ Griffti said. “No,” he disagreed with his own idea. “Even though he has a connection with them, there’s no way to ma
After meeting with the Heydiko Project’s contractor, Griffti went to the cafe where he promised to meet Griffti. When he arrived at the cafe, he sat down and waited. Gaston ordered a glass of lemonade and drank it while waiting. “I am sure he will ask me more about my ability to see the future,” Gaston murmured before taking another sip. With those in mind, he prepared some things to say so that Griffti would be convinced that he’s telling the truth. Then, the logo of the mall caught Gaston’s attention. “H&Bert,” he read. ‘Why does it sound familiar to me?’ Gaston wondered. He was so certain that this is the first time he visited this mall. But oddly, the name of the man sounds so familiar to him. ‘I think I heard this mall’s name a long time ago.’ He dug into his memories. With much effort, Gaston recalled an event. After Chairman Harold offered Gaston to manage the Hamington for a while, Gaston declined the offer. As a result, the Chairman’s son, Sonny, became the temporar