Upon hearing Madame Beth’s request, Dylan looked at Mason who gave him a smirk that says the words ‘I’m the best son-in-law they will ever have’. At least, that's what Dylan could read from Mason’s expression.He scoffed and said, “I do not thank anyone without proof. I owe him nothing.”Dylan kept his daring gaze on Mason seeing as he dares to take credit for something he did and for what? To probably make his wife think highly of him. That isn't something he will allow.Even though he wouldn't be able to come clean, no one should take his credit.“What did you say?! Are you such a bastard?! Not only did Mason help Allison in getting the job at Novatech, but he also helped her again to achieve her promotion! And you say you want proof?! If you claim to love my daughter, then you owe everything to Mason! Maybe if you beg him, he can get you a better job!”Madame Beth never expected Dylan to talk back at her. At a moment, a look of great bitterness swept across her face.Dylan still lo
Mason cast a fierce glare at Dylan, then shifted his gaze towards Allison. He addressed her with a somewhat insincere tone, "Seriously, Allison, I didn't want to mention this earlier, but Dylan's aggressive and audacious behavior left me with no choice but to prove my innocence by calling my father. If it weren't for the fact that you brought him into our family, this level of disrespect would have been unimaginable." He feigned humility as he spoke.Unaware of Mason's hypocrisy, Allison couldn't help but wonder why Dylan firmly believed that Mason was lying. What was Dylan's motive for trying to undermine Mason?Madame Beth crossed her arms and directed her attention to Dylan. "So, Dylan, do you still believe that Mason doesn't deserve an apology from you?"Dylan felt a hint of irritation as he locked eyes with Madame Beth, but he restrained his anger, realizing that they were foolish to allow themselves to be deceived.Now, Dylan pondered over a comparison between Madame Sharon and M
Madame Beth's face twisted in a sneer as she observed Dylan's fading figure. She walked slowly, her finger pointing in his direction. “How utterly shameless he was! Even a blind person could see that it was nothing more than a cheap piece of glass. He shouldn't have bothered trying to prove himself if this was the outcome. What a disgraceful individual! A piece of trash! Did he not realize how useless and worthless he truly was?! An ancient king's chalice would easily command a price of at least a hundred thousand dollars. Who knows if he's drowning in debt? It's typical of poor people! Yet he has the audacity to claim he acquired such an expensive artifact. Haha, does he think we're fools?!"She halted her tirade as Dylan exited the room. Madame Beth turned to face Allison, who wore an uncomfortable expression."Allison, I can't fathom what more I need to say for you to realize that man is not only poor but lacks any redeeming qualities. You witnessed his rudeness. Sticking around hi
Dylan got into his car and settled Maya in, ensuring her seatbelt was properly fastened. He gave her a smile before placing his hands on the steering wheel.Suddenly, anger at how he had been treated inside the house sparked a thought in his mind. He blinked and reached for his phone, dialing Lord Owens' number."Lord Owens, could you help me investigate Gerald Griffin?" he asked."Gerald Griffin? From Signature Woodworks Co.?" Lord Owens clarified.Dylan nodded. "Yes, the furniture company. Both him and his son pretended to know you and used it to deceive Allison, my girlfriend. I need you to give them a warning.""Consider it done, Master Dylan," Lord Owens assured.Dylan nodded again and ended the call.Although he hadn't exposed Mason right then and there, it didn't mean he would forget about the issue. He couldn't ignore the fact that Mason had lied to Allison, and he knew he had to intervene.He started the car engine and drove out of the premises.Shortly after Dylan drove away
Mason arrived at his father's house, hoping to gain a better understanding of the reason behind his father's urgent call. He couldn't get why things played out the way they did.As he entered the living room, Mason found his father, Gerald, already on his feet, approaching him. Without giving him a chance to ask questions, Gerald spoke first, his voice filled with anticipation, "So, how did it go? All I want to hear is that they forgave you. Did they?"Mason blinked, his disappointment evident, and shook his head in despair.Gerald's eyes widened in horror. "They didn't?! How dare you set foot in my house without obtaining their forgiveness? You should have knelt down! Or are you too proud to do so?! What kind of son do I even have? Did you come into this world to ruin my life? To destroy everything I've worked damn hard for? What you've done could bankrupt our business and land us in jail!" Gerald's furious words echoed, aware of the dire consequences they faced.It felt as if they h
Sean reclined comfortably on one of Dylan's couches, his gaze wandering around the room with a trace of amazement evident in his expression. A soft chuckle escaped him as he remarked, "Unbelievable. So, Dylan, you've been keeping secrets from everyone."Dylan cradled Maya in his arms, being careful not to disturb her as she peacefully slept. He glared at Sean and retorted, "Be clear, Sean. What on earth are you talking about?""Don't play dumb with me, cousin. I had you followed because I became curious about your life and the money you stole from my family. That's when I discovered your connection to Lord Nigel Owens. Care to explain?" Sean inquired, genuinely perplexed by this revelation."So, you've had me followed," Dylan repeated with a chuckle, taking a seat. "Well, let it be known that I don't owe you any explanations."Sean gritted his teeth and averted his gaze in frustration before speaking again, "Just give me something, Dylan. Our family has completely fallen apart. Our li
After a period of silence, Allison contemplated the situation, genuinely questioning the possibility. She couldn't fathom how Dylan's connection could have reached the Apex Conglomerate, considering he was insignificant compared to Lord Owens, who held immense power."You're correct. I suppose I had hoped for too much, and now I'll be left wondering once again about the identity of the person who assisted me," she finally admitted to him.Dylan nodded, fully aware that no matter how much she wished for it, she would find it hard to believe until he revealed his true identity. "Indeed. I wished there was something I could have done to assist you in that regard. Perhaps there was a way, but as you mentioned, it was beyond my capabilities. I'm simply grateful that someone was able to help you.""But Why?" Allison inquired, a sense of unease creeping over her. She despised the feeling of being indebted to someone, especially when she had no knowledge of their identity."Well, if that indi
The following day, Dylan escorted Maya to Stephanie's house after Maya boldly expressed to him that the sandwiches he made were not as good as Stephanie's."I want to have Mom Stephanie's sandwich instead," she declared to Dylan, ensuring her preference was known even before Dylan entered the kitchen to prepare it.While Maya savored her meal in silence, Stephanie positioned herself in front of Dylan, who was seated on a sofa, engrossed in his phone. "There's something I'd like to discuss with you," she began.Looking up at her, Dylan recognized the seriousness in her demeanor. He nodded and suggested, "Then have a seat instead of standing in front of me."Stephanie let out a sigh and settled down beside him. "Firstly, how is your relationship with Allison going?" she inquired.Dylan met her gaze with a hint of uncertainty but still replied, "We're doing fine.""Do you truly love her?" Stephanie inquired. "I mean, she's a wonderful girl and all, but if I'm being honest, the issue lies