The Return of the Heir

Glenn laughed at his self-confidence and stepped into the elevator with both hands tucked into his trouser pockets. "What are you laughing at?" Narendra said angrily. Glenn stopped laughing for a moment and said casually before the elevator closed, "You're dreaming too much, Narendra." "Dreaming?" Glenn smiled condescendingly. "Yes. Remember, you are only my father's niece. It would be impossible for my father to pass this company on to you," Glenn said flatly. As soon as the elevator door closed, Narendra went berserk. He kicked a large trash can. He didn't care about the employees who looked at him questioningly "We'll see. Watch out, Glenn!" the man said. Meanwhile, Glenn, who had just arrived at his Gardenia Hills apartment unit, was extremely surprised when he saw Fero, his personal assistant standing at the door of the apartment with several large suitcases nearby. "What are you doing in front of here? Why are you taking my suitcases outside?" Glenn asked in astonishment

"The jet suddenly experienced interference and crashed not far from the airport, Young Master. Right now, the evacuation is being carried out," Edgar said quietly. Glenn laughed. "You think I will believe what you just said?" Edgar looked down deeply. Glenn repeatedly muttered he couldn't believe it but when he watched the live broadcast of the news, he could no longer escape the reality. It was clear in the news that the private jet carrying his parents and some of the crew had been found and the bodies had been successfully evacuated. "Young Master," Edgar called. Glenn was at a loss for words. But he still dragged himself to that location and witnessed the bodies of his parents with his own eyes. "Prepare the funeral for my parents!" he ordered his father's subordinates. Glenn remained silent throughout the funeral. He did not reply to the expressions of condolences from everyone who came to the funeral. Fero, his personal assistant really understood his young master's curr

"I can help you reclaim all your rights," the man said. Hearing the words of the man who was looking at him with a calm look, Glenn suddenly laughed loudly. He almost fell off the bench while laughing. "What are you laughing at?" the young man asked in astonishment. Glenn got up from his seat and gave the man a scrutinizing look, he then answered casually, "Of course you are." "Why? What's wrong with me?" Glenn shook his head and walked past without another word. The man gasped. "Glenn!" Glenn didn't stop and kept walking without the slightest intention of answering. "Glenn!" He called again. He caught up with Glenn and walked beside Glenn. "At least listen to me first," the man said. Glenn ignored him and kept walking, thinking of the person as a passing wind. "GLENN BRAWIJAYA!" the man shouted. Exasperated, Glenn let out a long breath. "Go!" "No. You have to listen to me first," he said, still trying hard to convince Glenn. Glenn turned his head, "What do I need to lis

"I already paid for it, don't you have the right to grumble anymore?" Glenn said coldly, his eyes looking scary. The shop owner was silent, feeling defeated because the money Glenn gave him was more than he should have been. Glenn smiled cynically at the sight of that person and then stepped away from the shop which was full of customers. However, when he had just arrived in front of the shop, he winced in surprise when his head was hit by something. He held the back of his head which turned out to be exposed to raw egg fragments. Everyone just laughed at him. Some of them even cheered as if the incident that had just happened was a splendid show. "Go away, tramp!" the wife of the stall owner shouted. "You poor bastard!" the woman mocked who had argued with him earlier. Glenn didn't know who had thrown the egg at him, so he couldn't make any calculations. With an irritated heart, he had to leave. "Boo. Don't be a bum!" one of the others said. Glenn didn't respond and instead l

After saying that, Glenn immediately left the place, leaving Dewa who was still coughing from being strangled. Glenn wasn't gripping his neck that hard but still, his throat was excruciatingly sore. He had trouble breathing. "Damn you weirdow!" Dewa said in surprise. "Where is she going?" he continued after seeing Glenn was nowhere to be seen. Dewa took a deep breath greedily before muttering incoherently again, "What exactly happened to him? Is it true that he has some kind of relationship with those damn people?" Glenn himself walked aimlessly for a dozen minutes until he chose to stop at a city park. The park wasn't very crowded and there happened to be plenty of seating there. He also chose one of the long benches and sat on the bench with a blank stare. "Never mind, Glenn. So what can you do now? Nothing. You're just a bum with nothing," he muttered, trying to remind himself. He then decided to sleep on the bench, convincing himself that tomorrow morning he would have forgo