Anna looked at everyone still watching them and she yelled, "Back to your business!"Many of them huffed, some mouths twisted in annoyance but they all left to kind their own business anyway.Only then could Anna fully talk to Dylan, once again with that bright and cute smile on her face. "I really can't believe I got to see you. It's an honor, really." She said she hugged Dylan's rigid body.He found it ridiculous. He held both her hands, dragged her a bit away, and looked at the girl, "Do we even know each other?" He asked, still holding her hand and looking at her beautiful brown eyes.Anna shook her head with a pout. "You don't know me, but I feel like I know you. You're exactly as they say. Handsome and gracious."Dylan dropped his hands down, shoved them into his pockets, and narrowed his eyes at the girl. "You're Jarvis' sister."Anna smiled and nodded. "I take it you've met. If you met on the wrong foot, please don't mind my brother. He tends to move way ahead."Dylan found it
As expected, the screen in the room was used to stream the happenings of the auction. It was even better and clearer than sitting in the auction hall.Then Dylan said out of curiosity, "Gavel Plaza is owned by your family, why do you have to organize an auction? I'm sure you guys have the money to immediately pay for the land."Then Anna replied, "That's not how it works. We only provide the venue but we are not the actual organizer. The actual auction is organized by a government association who of course wants to make good money with the land. Melrovia Land and Property Agency commonly known as MLPA. The authority is involved in this auction too."Dylan nodded in understanding.Then he looked at her. "The fun is mostly in the auction hall. Let's go." He said and stood up. "Or, I'll just go alone." He added, wondering why he said that.Anna pouted. She stood up and walked with him, down to the auction hall. They found a chair and sat down.Dylan's eyes met Hermione in the other row b
Dylan was on the phone with his daughter who couldn't stop whining as he drove Anna back to Farrell Manor."Are you not coming tonight again?" Maya asked over the phone with a crying voice."I am. I will be back. Just don't wait for me and sleep." Dylan said as he drove steadily down the road with his headlights as the source of sight."I'm not gonna sleep." Maya dropped with finality."If I don't catch you sleeping, I won't take you out tomorrow." Dylan threatened."I will sleep. Bye, Daddy!" Maya said.Dylan chuckled and hung the call which was on loudspeaker. Which means Anna was listening."Your daughter sounds cute. Four years old?" She asked him."She's going there," Dylan answered with a glance at her.Anna just nodded.It took no time before they reached Farrell Manor. Dylan wasn't here just to bring Anna home, he wanted to use the chance to see Javier Farrell, the supposedly good friend of his father.Farrell Manor was really large. Furthermore, it was much more lavish and b
"Are you serious?!" Madame Sharon exclaimed in shock. "That good for nothing purchased the land at Hillcrest for thirty million dollars?!"Hermione nodded tiredly and sat on the couch. "He did. He signed the contract, Mom. It doesn't seem like he's good for nothing like we make him out to be… He has money, Mom. He has money, people, and connections but we keep getting blinded. I saw it with my own two eyes. As much as I didn't want to believe it, it was clear as day."Madame Sharon kept herself in a curious stance as she narrowed her eyes at Hermione. "Do you mean that he's been deceiving us?""I think we've been stupid. I feel sick, I need to go to my room." She said and walked up the stairs.Madame Sharon scoffed and shook her head at the thought of it. No way. Miracles don't happen overnight so it cannot be the case. If Dylan is capable of fooling Hermione, it won't work on her. He will always be the poor bastard in her head.There has to be something else to explain the contract.
It was three in the afternoon.Dylan arrived at the coffee shop where he and Allison had agreed to meet. He spotted her sitting at a table in the corner, and he walked over to her with a smile."Hey Allison, how are you?" he asked."I'm good, thanks for coming," she replied with a shy smile.Dylan took a seat across from her, and after ordering, they started chatting about what they had been up to since high school.Dylan didn't have much to say, but Allison had a lot to say. One could sense the excitement in her voice as she talked.Allison told him about her job as a graphic designer and how she had recently started her own freelance business. Dylan was impressed and congratulated her on her success.As he listened to her talk, Dylan couldn't help but notice how pretty Allison was. He had never really paid attention to her in high school, but now he found himself drawn to her."So, how's your wife doing?" Allison asked, taking a sip of her latte.Dylan felt a pang in his chest at th
Dylan sighed at that question and brusquely replied, "I don't give a damn who you are. I was only telling you that you're striking a very high paranoid note."The guy, Brandon glowered at Dylan before looking back at Allison. "And who's the bastard, Allison? Look at him even, – " He spoke and shot a look of revulsion at Dylan. "He's dressed so poorly like someone picked out of the trenches. And he dares insult me?"Allison exhaled wearily and said, "He's my friend, Brandon. Why can't you get it?!"Brandon delivered her a warning glare and reprimanded her, "Shut up, Allison! How dare you defend another man right in front of me?! Are you retard?! What would your mom say about this?!"Dylan cocked her head in bewilderment. He looked nonplussed at the scene in front of him. "I thought you said she's your future wife. If you want her then you must love her."Brandon fixed Dylan with an icy stare and he spoke through clenched teeth, "Shut the fuck up, you third wheel. You have no right to me
It was evening already.Dylan stood in front of Clifford Corporation, looking around and remembering when he was the CEO. His days were mostly taken over by coming here every day for work's sake. He loved and missed the feeling of having something to do.The imposing structure of Clifford Corporation towered above the surrounding like a sleek, majestic titan. Its illuminated glass exterior reflected the lights of the bustling city below, giving it an almost ethereal appearance. The building stood tall and proud, with a sense of quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from every window and every corner.His father definitely didn't make the mistake of building such a perfect structure. Same as Apex Conglomerate.And soon, he was gonna have it all back.The time is already ticking for the fake owners of the company and he's gonna get his birthright back.Princess Mane arrived behind him and pulled him out of his trance by saying, "Looking at the building won't give you back the company.
Alarmed, Princess Mane yelled at Dylan, "Go!"Dylan forcefully turned the steering wheel and sped down a narrow lane."Hurry and chase after them!" Someone yelled.The opponents had at least twenty-odd cars chasing after them. Under such circumstances, Dylan had no way of fighting back, not to mention the fact that he had an obligation to take care of Princess Mane even though she was assigned to guard him. CRACK!The side mirror of his car was knocked off by a nearby car that managed to get close.Then Princess Mane yelled, "Hit him! Swerve the car, pull the emergency brake, and hit him! Do you even know how to race?! Do you know how to hit a car?!""Okay, just shut up, Jessica! You're shouting in my ears!" Dylan snapped.Princess Mane let out a breath to calm herself. "Okay. Get off the seat, let me do it instead."Dylan knew he had to listen. He definitely wasn't good at racing and this is becoming a real-life version of the Fast and Furious unfolding in the streets of Melrovia."