Noah's cell phone rang. He quickly grabbed his cell phone and stared at the flat screen. It was an incoming call from Hercules. Noah swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. "Mr. Noah, good morning. "Sorry to interrupt your time." Hercules sounded so polite talking to Noah on the phone.
Noah looked at the boy with a furrowed brow. "Why are you suddenly talking like that?" The 11-year-old boy named Dashal glared at Noah with his thick eyebrows drawn together. "My father always said that rich people always oppress poor people like us. "They don't know themselves." Dashal showed his
"But he's a good man, Dad." Dashal tried to tell his father that Noah was a good man, not a rich man with a lousy personality, as Daren always said. "You are completely unteachable." Daren hit Dashal quite hard on the arm. That surprised Dashal so much that he yelled out loud. "Daddy's sick!" The
Hearing that name made Noah remember someone. He had read that name on a company chart. That person was the company manager in the finance department. Noah nodded his head in response to Daren's words. "Oh." That was all that was said spontaneously. Daren's brow furrowed. He looked at Noah with a
Shocked at what Noah had said, Justin shook his head quickly, refuting Noah's words. "No, sir. I did nothing like that, sir." He tried to defend himself. "Maybe someone is slandering me because I always do my job well." He smiled widely. His face beamed with excitement. "I also feel annoyed that so
Justin was so excited to boast about himself in front of Noah that Noah was so disgusted that he raised his hand and the man with the brown mustache stopped talking. "Do you still not want to admit what you've done?" Noah looked at the man coldly. Justin smiled a little, putting on his innocent fa
Justin fell silent at Noah's words. He was now in a quandary. Making restitution for the money he had taken was hard enough but being held accountable for his mistakes in a prison cell was even harder. Panicked and pale, Justin moved closer to Noah with his arms folded across his chest. "Sir, some
The sound of cell phones clinking dominated. Everyone seemed to be busy with the flat objects in their hands. They were looking at the latest news on social media that had people in a frenzy. "They're having a party?" One of the people at the table in the corner of the cafe seemed excited to say t