"Hey George. Wow, nice blazers! You got a billionaire vibe there, buddy," said one of the guests to George.
"Why thank you, David, and of course I have to dress up properly. After all, it's my grandma's birthday. There's no way I'm going to wear an old grandpa blazer like the one over there," He said, pointing at Greg, who was eating fruit with Georgia beside him.
Georgia, who knew that they were being insulted, immediately glared at Greg.
"Why did you use that old blazer? Can’t you wear something else?"
"Well, this blazer was a gift from your grandpa to me, wouldn't it look nice if I wore it for your grandma's birthday?" He asked.
"Huh. Why does Grandpa have a bad taste in everything?" She thought as she rubbed her temples.
David, who saw them, immediately furrowed his brows.
"Is your sister still with that poor? Why didn't she divorce him? I mean, your grandfather is already dead!" He asked George.
"Well, grandma would say no, you know what the folks would say if they divorced, grandma won’t tolerate all that shame! Tsk, I don't know what grandpa thought when he set Georgia with him! I mean, he's just a poor man from the flea market!
To be honest, I like Victor more, even though he looks like a rat."
"Hm, maybe because he's good looking? That tramp could be a slave being sold for a low price, and your grandfather purchases him so that her beloved granddaughter does not marry that rat, hahahaha!"
Hearing those words, Georgia's ears were scorched. She really wanted to confront her brother!
Before Georgia could take action, Greg had already stopped her by grabbing her wrist.
"Just let them be. They will be happy if you overreact because it can worsen your image."
As much as Georgia hated her husband, she had to admit that his opinion was right. It could ruin her image even more. And she can’t let that happen.
"Ugh, this loser is right. It's already enough to be humiliated for being with him. I don't want to get humiliated again by my disrespectful attitude!" Georgia sighed, taking a deep breath and trying not to listen to her brother's insults.
"Anyway, George, what did you bring for Grandma's birthday?"
"Nothing much, I only bought her this!" He said, pointing to an expensive looking antique vase that was neatly displayed on the table. "I purchased it during a business trip to China; the prize is only $ 20,000,000!"
"$20,000,000??? And only?! That's really a lot of money! Wow, but you can definitely afford that! After all, you are the most successful person among your peers in this family! You truly are Millen's face!" David praised while glancing admiringly at the vase.
"Hahaha, you praise me too much! Well, I only bought it because Grandma likes antiques, and thankfully she likes the present and immediately displayed it here!" George said this proudly. "I can't imagine how Grandma will react if I give her a cheap flower brooch from a second-hand shop!"
"Well, I believe she will be disappointed and will disown you if you give her that. Hahahaha!"
That's it! Georgia couldn't take it anymore, she went straight to her brother and confronted him.
Her brother had gone too far!
"Georgia, listen!" Greg said while holding his wife's arm. "Please calm yourself. Just ignore him and—" Before Greg could continue his words, Georgia had already put her pointed finger at her husband.
"Shut up, you loser!" She hissed, her eyes fixed on him with hatred. Was it not for Greg, she would still be the princess of the family. "Since you’re not manly enough to stand up, then let me handle this!" After that, she turned to her brother.
"What's wrong with you? Why keep insulting Greg and shaming me?" she said, looking intently at her brother.
"Insulted him? Me? Tsk! I'm just telling him to be a good brother-in-law so that the loser will dress better next time. After all, he's now part of the Millen, he should be able to live up to our standards!"
"What do you mean by dressing better? He is already wearing proper clothes!"
"Yeah, sure, that proper clothing is just a cheap old blazer from Grandpa. But at least he shouldn't have bought a cheap flower brooch from a second hand shop for Grandma's birthday," said George while raising his voice at the end, and it succeeded in making the guests talk about them right away!
"A second hand shop? Was he really planning to give that to Grandma Millen? He must be sick!"
"Tsk! I knew right away that the tramp wasn't fit to be a part of the Millen! Grandpa Millen must have been crazy to set Georgia with him!"
"Poor Georgia, she grew up as a Millen and could have had a wonderful life with Victor Hill if she hadn't ended up with that bum!"
Enough! Georgia couldn't stand all the shame she was going through!
She had to admit that Greg's presence as her husband was very embarrassing. He was very poor, his family status was unclear, and there were many other negative things that she could mention.
But still, wasn't everyone going too far? At least Greg still has good intentions! He used their savings to buy it.
As for her brother? He's only rich because he inherited money from her grandfather. Can he really buy that expensive vase with his own money? Georgia didn't think so!
"So what?" Georgia protested.
"At least Greg used all our savings to buy the best gifts to please Grandma. Not to flaunt it in front of guests like you, you childish!"
After she said that, the situation immediately reversed, and everyone started to laugh at George.
George, who was laughed at, of course, did not accept it. He looked at his younger sister sharply and said,
"Oh, so you started defending the tramp, huh? Tsk, well, sure, of course you must defend him, after all, you are his wife! Which means you're now low, poor, and a loser all rolled into one, like him. Ha!
You are no longer the elite Georgia Millen that everyone knows, but poor Georgia. Hahahahaa!"
Georgia was immediately speechless after hearing his words. She can't find any words to defend herself or fire back at her brother because what he said is true.
She's just a poor girl now.
Georgia blushes hard and is embarrassed to hell with that fact.
Meanwhile, Greg, who had been silent all this time, couldn’t simply accept his brother-in-law's insults to Georgia.
No matter what, he had to defend his wife!
Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to something strange in that antique vase brought by George.
He walked towards the vase and started inspecting it.
George, who saw Greg near his vase, immediately scolded him. "Hey, what are you doing over there? Get away from the vase, you might break it!"
But Greg didn't care about his brother-in-law's, he started to lift the vase and turn around calmly, making George even more hysterical. "Hey! Are you deaf? Don't you hear what I-"
"I might be poor but at least I am not evil and dishonest like you, who bought this fake vase, right?"
"What did he just say?""The vase… it's fake …, how could it be?"1 minute... 2 minutes...There's still no answer from George.The man was sweating while others gossiped. How did this poor rat find out he bought a fake vase? He couldn’t let others suspect him, he had to deny it! Fast!"Hahahahaha!" George laughed really hard with a shaking voice."What did you just say? Fake? What does a loser like you know?" George said while swallowing hard, his mouth was dry."I bought it directly from the main shop, not a second- hand-shop like you!Plus, in case you forgot, I'm an antique collector and also an antique lover so, there's no way this vase is fake!Next time, try to use a better reason to accuse someone, okay?""Oh really? So you are an antique collector and antique lover, huh?" Greg paused for a moment before showing George the vase he was holding. "Can you tell me something about this vase?""Pfft!!! Well, that's a piece of cake! It is an antique vase that I bought from China, its
"Why did you drop the vase and push me?" George asked quietly, causing Greg's mouth to twitch. Of course, he didn't do that! But who would stand by his side? "You're the one who—" BRUK! Before he could say anything to defend himself, he heard the sound of something falling, and when he turned around, it was Granny Millen who had fallen! "Mother!" shouted Mrs. Millen, who looked panicked and tried to wake her mother-in-law but failed. The old woman still hadn't woken up. "Oh, no! Mother!!!" said Mr. Millen, who was no less panicked than his wife as he bent down and checked on his mother. The man immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he found out his mother had only passed out. The relief didn't last long when he noticed that people only surrounded him in shock without helping. "Hey… Why are you all just looking? Didn't you see that my mom just fainted?! Payton, come bring my mom to her room!" He says angrily to one of the servants. "Yes sir!" The servant, who had watche
Greg sat on the couch as he stared blankly at the divorce papers in his left hand. He hadn’t slept the whole night.Just when he finally decided to give in and stop battling with his father and accept his offer for Georgia’s sake … just when he finally decided to reveal his true identity to Georgia and take her back to his home and give her the glory she wanted … … she asked for a divorce!His mind started wandering to the conversation he had with his father-in-law a few hours ago."Can't you see how Georgia is always silent and lowers her head at every party?"Of course, he was aware of it. In fact, he did it on purpose at the beginning to test her because he didn't know her then! But that wasn’t his purpose in the long run.Greg and Georgia's marriage was arranged by Grandpa Millen, Georgia's grandfather, who accidentally encountered him a few years ago when he had just left Von Ritcher’s mansion because of his stupid step brother. The old man happened to know that he was the seco
“It’s a deal then,” said Mr. Von Ritcher firmly. “Alright, before I let you take over the company, I want to sign you on Vonicon as a test.Vonicon is a new subsidiary company that I recently bought. It’s located in Smart City, the town where you live right now.If you can perform well there, I will let you take over all of Von Ritcher’s company as the only heir. Do you think you can do that?”“Yes, Father. I can do that,” replied Greg confidently.Of course he feels confident. After all, it’s an easy task for him.His father just didn’t know that he was already experienced. The only one who knows how competent Greg was is his late grandfather. He was the one who also helped him hide his true capabilities from his father.Especially from his cunning stepmother."Okay. When will you be available so we can start immediately?" asked Mr. Von Ritcher."It’s up to you, I’m available to do it anytime," Greg said briefly. He knew his father was more eager for him to take action sooner than l
Greg wasn’t shocked when he saw Victor, as the latter was a rich guy who could afford coming here. However, he felt disgusted. He wondered why he would see shits like Victor again and again in such a short time. He didn’t want to waste his time on unimportant people, so he just walked away from him. But it seems Victor didn’t want to give up because now he’s started to block his way, leaving Greg with no choice but to respond to him. “What do you want?” asked Greg lazily. Seeing that, Victor just laughed contemptuously at him. “What do I want? Of course, I want to know what a rat like you do in this luxury shop!” replied Victor, pushing him. Greg, who was treated like that, just kept silent without intending to retaliate. He knew that Victor was purposely doing that to stir up his emotions, and Greg wasn’t going to get triggered by it. “What am I doing? Of course, I’m here to shop! Unlike you, who just came to the shop to mock me without buying anything,” Greg replied casually
Georgia, Victor, and the rude saleswoman just stared in disbelief when they heard Greg’s statement. Buying all of Louis Vuitton’s clothes? Is he crazy? Not even Victor has that much money to buy the whole store! Even the new saleswoman's jaw is dropping now. She had no idea that on her regular workday, she would receive such a large request! They all remain silent until Victor suddenly bursts out laughing, which is soon followed by Georgia and the rude saleswoman. "Well, what are you waiting for, Miss? Just take all Louis Vuitton’s clothes and pack it for him! Let’s see how he can pay for those clothes! I bet he used thousands of leaves as a payment!" "You can barely afford it. But why bother buying everything? Oh, I'm so glad that I chose to divorce you. Not only that you're poor in money, but you're also poor in mind! Even George can think better than you!" "Hey, make sure that you can pay for everything or I will call the security to kick you out! Tsk, poor this day, always u
TIT!The $20,000,000 payment transaction was successful.Thank you for shopping at Louis Vuitton.Have a nice day!Kritt..Kritt…Krittt.The machine light turns green as it starts to print the paper, indicating a successful transaction. This instantly made the laughter die down because now, everyone was staring in disbelief, especially Victor."No… How is that impossible? How can that happen?" muttered Victor as he watched the machine print the proof of transaction paper.CKREK!"Here is your proof of your transaction, sir. Thank you for already shopping at our shop. Have a nice day," said the saleswoman."Thank you," said Greg as he turned around and smirked toward Victor’s direction, showing off the transaction proof.Victor, who saw that, was very furious! He can't believe that poor people like Greg can pay for those clothes with a black card. Not unless he steals them.Steal them…Suddenly Victor’s eyes widened with that thought."Yes… Of course, that makes sense... There’s no way
After saying that out loud, Greg immediately threw Victor's body roughly, making him stagger. He gives him a ferocious glare before leaving the store. When Greg was already out of sight, only then did Georgia dared to rush over to Victor, whose face looked grim. "Victor! Are you okay? Oh my, you just peed—" The rest of Georgia’s words sounded muffled in Victor’s ears. The man was so consumed with rage and shame that he was unaware of his surroundings. All his life, Victor has always been treated like a prince. Nobody ever dared to make trouble with him considering he was the first heir of the Hills Company, whose wealth was ranked 10th in Cleveland! Everyone dreams of Victor's life, and Victor himself is very grateful for that. Two years ago, before Christmas to be exact,... Victor's life should be even happier because he will marry Georgia Millen, a stupid but pretty woman who was lucky because his family owns a land on CBD Street. Victor hoped that by marrying her, he could eas
At The Faith's Company.The imposing wooden door of Charles Faith's office had a distinct rhythm as it received three sharp knocks, echoing through the hushed corridor."Come in."The door swung open, and his impeccably dressed secretary entered with a respectful bow. She carried a folder and a map, her demeanor exuding professionalism."Good morning, Mr. Faith," she greeted. "I just wanted to inform you that the Faith Company's market is experiencing rapid growth. The score was higher than last month, and the number held a new sales record for our company, so our marketing team decided to set a higher score so that we can achieve higher success. Charles Faith, seated behind his polished mahogany desk, was engrossed in reviewing a stack of documents. He glanced up from his work, intrigued by the news."Oh really? Is that so?" he inquired, his piercing gaze focused on the secretary. Then, with a calculated curiosity, he asked, "And how is Von Ritcher doing? Have we surpassed them, and
Months had passed since the chilling night at Bluebell Inn, and the air of uncertainty still clung to Greg. The events that unfolded during the banquet remained etched in his memory, and the questions surrounding Griffin and Behav's secrets continued to haunt him. [Breaking news flashed on the screen, interrupting the usual morning routine. "In a shocking turn of events, it has been months since the youngest heir of Von Ritcher, Griffin Von Ritcher, died mysteriously of poisoning and now, another blow has struck the Von Ritcher family as one of their main subsidiary companies, Behav, has been revealed to have been hiding a significant secret. The company was linked to the water disposal incident from Bluebell years ago, a scandal that has sent shockwaves through the corporate world and---"PIP!] "Another day, and the news seems unending, huh?" Greg mused as he stared at the blank screen. CKLEK!“Hey, Greg. Sorry for bothering you, but I just want to remind you that minutes from n
Greg's thoughts swirled with uncertainty, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. And just as he was wrestling with the question of how to navigate the unexpected presence of Griffin and Mara, a sudden knock at the door disrupted his contemplation. It was one of Bluebell Inn's servants."Good afternoon," the inn servant began, "I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to remind you that the banquet is now available, and you are welcome to join if you wish."Greg nodded, acknowledging the information. "Thank you. We'll head to the banquet shortly."As the servant left, Dylan turned to Greg. "Looks like the banquet is already open. Shall we go now?" he asked, and Greg nodded."Sure. Let’s head to the banquet," he said.+++TIME SKIPAs they had arrived at the banquet, the room was already full with the executives.The room was adorned with elegant decorations, giving it the air of an official gathering rather than a simple dinner."Wow... the banquet is quite full," Dylan
As Greg continued to ponder the familiarity of the bag, Alan's voice abruptly brought him back to the present.“Hey, Greg. I’ve been searching for you everywhere," Alan said with a friendly smile. "We need to get inside the lab building. Everyone's already gathered inside since Mr. Smith has already arrived.""Alright, I'll come in," Greg said, as he followed Alan.Inside the Old Behav Lab Building...Greg stepped into the old Behav lab building and found that everyone had already gathered inside. The room buzzed with whispered conversations as the executives engaged in hushed discussions. There was a certain nostalgia in the air, a reminder that many of them had started their careers in this old abandoned lab when they were young scholars. Some of the executives were reminiscing about the past, discussing their memories of working in this very building."Everyone must be feeling nostalgic, considering it's been a long time since they set foot in here," Greg mused as he observed thei
The morning sun bathed the Bluebell Inn in warm, golden light as the executives of Behav Industries enjoyed a grand breakfast. As everyone was eating, Greg, who was sitting on the corner couldn't help but observe Jason, who was now sitting at a table, laughing heartily with Bradley. It was a stark contrast to his furious demeanor just the day before. "Hm, that was weird, how come Jason suddenly changed his mind in one day? Wasn't he still angry yesterday?" Greg mused as he silently drank his coffee."Is Bradley perhaps saying something to him? He must have said something to Jason since he was still mad yesterday. "What did Bradley say that managed to change Jason's mind in one da—” "Hoh, newbie, so you're joining our trip to the lab, huh? What did you say to Karel that made him suddenly let you? You didn't tell what Dr.Lou tells right?" Greg, who heard someone call his name, shifted his gaze and he immediately met with Alan's smiley face. Returning his smile, Greg said, "Nah
Greg now stared in disbelief at the sight before him. Under the bed, there was…“Dylan?” Greg exclaimed, his voice betraying his astonishment as he looked at his subordinate who grinned mischievously before slowly getting up from his hiding place."Hey, Greg," Dylan greeted with a smirk. "Phew, I was relieved to no longer be down there. It's pretty dirty under the bed."Greg scoffed, still bewildered by Dylan's sudden appearance. "Weren't you just out with your belongings minutes ago?"Dylan chuckled as he brushed off some dust from his clothes. “Well, about that… Let’s just say, I didn’t really go out since I was kinda curious about what you and Karel are about to discuss so I decided to eavesdrop for a while before going back to Maria and the teen room,” said Dylan, making Greg roll his eyes.“Anyway, Greg, about Karel’s question…” Dylan's grin faded, and his expression turned serious. "It was strange, don't you think? Like, why would he suddenly ask about Bradley and forgiveness? I
BRAK!The suite room's door swung open, and Karel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the spacious and luxurious surroundings. "Oh, so this is the room, huh? It's pretty big," Karel remarked as he began placing his belongings on the floor. "It's almost as big as the city's hotel suite room. Bluebell Inn should try to advertise more about this place. It'll definitely elevate their income."Greg followed Karel into the room, placing Karel's other belongings beside his own. "Well, yeah, I agree with you. Bluebell should try to advertise this place more" Greg replied, keeping his tone casual. 'Tsk, how come he and Dylan had the same thought?' Greg mused.Karel continued his assessment of the room. "And also, I think they need to fix the connection too. You know, even though this is an inn based in nature, this world is already modern, so Wi-Fi and a good connection have become primary needs, just like food and drink."“Yeah, I agree with you,” Greg briefly said.As they settled into the ro
Karel sighed as he heard what the receptionist said, his mind racing to find a solution to his predicament. "Hmm… So the only option that's available is just an extra bed, huh?" Karel said, a hint of frustration in his voice. The receptionist nodded, her eyes sympathetic.“Yes, sir, the only option available right now is the extra bed. But don’t worry, even though you'll be sleeping on an extra bed, we will give you a free breakfast as our apology for any discomfort you might experience—”As the receptionist talked about the inn's apologetic service, Karel, on the other hand, fell silent as he contemplated this option. Sharing a room with the executives wasn't his idea of a peaceful night's sleep given his personality as a picky person who had zero tolerance to someone else's habit."Hm… who should I sleep with? Alan and Mr. Anderson, or Dr. Lou?" Karel thought as pondered about the sleeping candidate. "It will be troublesome if I sleep with Alan and Mr. Anderson remembering how talka
"I know that exposing the lab and Bradley's activities will tarnish the company's reputation, but seriously, destroying Behav... Should we really just stay silent and let them do it?"***The tension in the room was palpable as Greg and Dylan exchanged thoughts about the executives' plan to expose Behav. Greg's brow furrowed as he considered Dylan's words, the weight of their conversation sinking in before saying, "Well, yeah. I guess so...?" Greg said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean...Why should we stop them? Just like what you said, by exposing the company, it will automatically tarnish its reputation. So what's the difference with letting the executives do that instead? Won't it be good since it didn't dirty our hands?"Greg asked, and Dylan nodded thoughtfully as he acknowledged the validity of Greg's points."Well, you're not wrong about that," Dylan admitted before continuing, "However, our purpose is different from theirs Greg. Our purpose in revealing Behav's illicit activities