“Could you please just remain calm? Why do you always seem so sensitive?” Mr. Cory pleaded with Sophia, who stood unwavering, her grip firm on the gun pointed at him. Mr. Cory reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a small, weathered piece of paper, which he then handed to Oliver.“This letter was entrusted to me by your father before his passing. He implored me to safeguard it and to do everything in my power to protect you and the clan from any destruction,” Mr. Cory explained.Oliver silently read the content. he could recognized his own father hand writing.Sophia interjected sharply, “But your actions led to the opposite outcome. You took nearly half of the clan with you when you left.”"I understand why you would think that," Mr. Cory replied, his voice measured. "But what I did was necessary to ensure the clan's survival. We were losing back then, and we faced many threats. We couldn't support ourselves financially, so I had to make a difficult choice. I took a group of soldie
As Amelia slammed her car door shut, her face contorted with fury. With her phone pressed to her ear, she stepped out onto the pavement, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Where the hell is Fred!"She fast-paced to the company; she has been calling Fred since yesterday, and he was not picking up. Since Fred had collected the investment money from his family, he had not been seen.As Amelia stepped into the office, her secretary rushed towards her, a look of concern on her face. "Ma'am, something big has occurred," she said gently, "the investors are withdrawing."Perplexed, Amelia inquired, "What's going on?" With a sympathetic tone, the secretary explained, "The company has been put up for a public sales auction."Amelia frowned; she was perplexed and surprised. "What! How could that happen? It is impossible; I am the owner of my company. How could it be put up for sale behind me?"The secretary nodded slowly, "I don't know either. The investors are angry about th
As Amelia stormed into the Jay Group company, hyperventilating and breathing heavily, she marched straight to the receptionist's desk, her jaw clenched in anger."Where's Fred?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.Taken aback by Amelia's intensity, the receptionist stammered, "I-I'm sorry, can I help you with something?""I said, where the hell is Fred!" she shouted."Ma'am, you can't just walk in here and act this way. Please, be calm," the receptionist calmly said.Amelia nodded, trying to contain her anger. "Okay, okay, where is he?"The receptionist checked her records, then looked up at her and said, "No, he isn't here."Amelia's frustration boiled over, and she slammed her fist on the desk. "Damn it! This can't be. I need to speak to him immediately!""Ma'am, he is not here at the moment. Who are you, and how are you related to Mr. Fred so I could deliver your message to him?"Amelia's anger burst forth. "I am not here for that! I want him now, or Mr. Jay himself. He c
Oliver watched Amelia leave, wondering what happened. He looked back at Jackson, who nodded jokingly."That witch learned her lesson," he stated, smiling, feeling very satisfied.Oliver curiously asked him, "What's wrong? What happened to her?""Why should I answer you? Why don't you ask her? Isn't she your ex-wife?" Jackson snapped at him."Yeah, I should ask her, just as I should ask your father about your whereabouts last night and what you were doing at the seaport," Oliver calmly answered him.Jackson pipped out his eyes in surprise and walked closer to Oliver. Lowering his voice, he sneered, "What the hell are you saying?""You clearly know what I'm saying. I'm curious about how your father will react if he knows you were into drugs," Oliver exhaled slowly.Jackson gritted his teeth, feeling like swallowing him. "How did you even know? Are you trailing me? Who the hell are you?"Oliver smirked, "It's just a mere coincidence. Just tell me what I ask you.""Your ex-wife has been d
Amelia looked at the secretary and asked, "What happened?""Ma'am, Mr. Fred is outside! You have to see it!" the secretary excitedly said.Amelia was surprised to hear this; she wiped her tears and followed her secretary to the front of the building. Her mother and aunt also stepped out.As they stepped outside, she saw Oliver standing there with Fred, who had bruises covering his face.Oliver's gaze was steely as he held Fred firmly, as Fred tried to free himself."Leave me! You thug!" Fred yelled.It took some time before Amelia grasped what was going on. How could Oliver catch Fred?"What's going on here?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.Oliver turned to her and gently said, "Here is Fred. He is on his way to run out of the country."Fred tried to squirm out of Oliver's grasp, and he immediately kneeled in front of Amelia."Please, I will give you all that I took. I will give you back your company. Please don't let that thing kill me. He is a thug, a king of cartels!"
Amelia was able to revive her company and used the money sent to her for maintenance, but her company was affected a lot, and many of their investors have left. She hit the rock bottom and was finding a way to climb back up. But there was something she needed to take care of first.She arrived at the restaurant dressed in a decent top and skirt, her hair packed in a ponytail, looking simple. She walked inside the restaurant.There was Oliver waiting for her, he waved so she could see him. Amelia approached him and then sat in front of him.The waitress came to them and asked for their order."chicken Alfredo pasta" they said at the same time, referring to a menu they usually ordered when they were married."Okay," the waitress bowed and left.Amelia folded her arms and started, "I should just begin the reason I called you.""Why don't you let us eat what we ordered?" Oliver stated."I don't have time for that, Oliver. You can eat when it arrives," she arrogantly stated.Oliver nodded,
The banquet hall was aglow with candlelight, filling the atmosphere with a warm, elegant ambiance. The hall was all fancy, with lots of shiny lights making everything look posh. Fancy tables had pretty flowers on them, and servers walked around with trays of yummy snacks and bubbly drinks. People chatted excitedly.Outside the banquet, an exotic sport car arrived. The crowd gasped as the eye-catching car arrived, and Amelia stepped out in a dazzling gown, with a daring neckline revealing the perfect hint of cleavage, while the slit up the side of her thigh.Everyone couldn't help but grasp at the beautiful hot lady that just arrived. Just then, on the other side of the car, Dylan stepped out.He had a cool vibe, wearing clothes that seemed exotic, maybe from another country. Together, they made quite the pair, turning heads as they entered the room."Wow, look at them, very unique," one of the people said."They must be super rich," another added.Meanwhile, at the building in front of
"You should be the one that should talk to your girlfriend; she stepped on me first, and all I did was touch her to call her attention. She slapped me instead."Dylan immediately changed the event; that was how horrible he was. The hidden truth was that Dylan was rich—yeah, so rich. He got his money from money laundering, drugs, and scams. He was even arrested for sexual assault; he was a demon acting like an angel.He lied that he was the one who sent that money to Amelia because the police the other day planned it with him. After the policeman heard that someone paid off her debt and even sent her money without revealing himself, he set up a plan with Dylan to scam her.Oliver couldn't hold it; he just scoffed, "What the hell did I just hear? I saw when you grabbed her butt, so stop lying. Kindly apologize now, or I will have you arrested.""Based on what evidence? Stop lying on me; I didn't do that," he denied it.Oliver twisted his hand so much that it hurts; he couldn't help but