Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
The woman's five inch heels clapped loudly on the tiled ground. Her skin was flawless, though it was clear she had aged a lot.Her presence was enough to stop time. Everyone forgot themselves while watching her approach, including Jason.He had never seen this face before, but no one had to tell him she was money. It screamed all around her. "Director Lancaster," the woman nodded once, checking her rolex watch, "Are you busy with something now? I have much to discuss with you."She didn't spare Jason and Mila or the rest of the staff a glance. Her eyes pinned on Lancaster alone.The man stammered. "Mrs. Clarke!" His head lowered as he fumbled with his hands. "Have I kept you waiting for long? Forgive me if that was the case."Jason heard her name and really looked at her. Things had just gotten interesting. He wouldn't be surprised if she belonged to the family Logan had spoken about. "You are forgiven. Let's discuss the surgery procedure for my husband now. I didn't like a few line
Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w
Jason was sure that he had heard that name before. He thought back to earlier at the Dapper House. The women who had been embarrassed by Ander, one of them was a consultant at…Howard Tech!“I’ve never heard of Howard Tech. Is their influence bigger than ours?”Raymond let out a smothering laugh. “They are dreamers, young master, but persistent ones. No one can ever beat Maxe. Not even in a hundred years.”“So why did the CEO of Howard Tech put you on that sick bed?” Jason removed his hand from his pocket to gesture. “It’s your health I’m most worried about, old man.”Logan excused himself from the room as they conversed. Jason didn’t know what that was about. It could only mean that this was a very delicate topic.“You just have to worry about getting married for now and leave the rest to me.”“I’m on track with that, but Raymond, you know I deserve to know, right?”Raymond grunted, looking away for a moment. He could see the reluctance on his face. This wasn’t information he wanted t
Mila tugged at Jason's pants, beckoning him to just stop. These people appeared dangerous and influential. She didn't think they would be as lucky as the last time with those loan sharks. "What do you even know about what you're asking me to do, old lady?" Jason smirked mockingly at the woman. She didn't relent from her arrogance. "Do you have any idea who I am? If you did have an idea, you'd shut your stinking mouth and do as you're told." "I see. You are no longer in need of your translator?" Jason raised a brow at the uncomfortable director, who was in the middle of the scene. "A smart mouth won't save you, boy, because when I'm done with you—" "But you didn't care to ask me who I was?" Jason stopped her short. "That's easy. You and your girlfriend are nobodies. Gutter trash." She spared a sweet, wrinkled smile that not even her botox could hide. "But now that I'm feeling generous. If you manage to impress me, you poor brat, I might decide to cover the accommodation cost of w
"Very well. I need you to help me get revenge on a few people outside.""But sir." The man fumbled with his hands, looking nothing like the confident man he was before. "How—How am I supposed to do that?""Don't worry about that part. You just have to do exactly as I say."Jason swiped a pen and paper from the other end of the desk to himself. He began penning down punishments for every one of them who had belittled him today.He listed their names and detailed how the revenge plan would go down to the last. When he finished, he folded the paper in half, pressing his fingers down on the new edge."Study it. I'll be right back." He handed the man the folded paper and left his office.Jason climbed down the stairs. To his relief, they were all still waiting for him to get back. Although Claire was on her feet, trying to get her cousin to leave with her.He said nothing to them as he sat down in his chair.Julane spoke first, "I see you've decided to stay.""We are on a date. It would be
In a high end community, Jason went into a house with a black bag in his hand. His shabby clothes made a stark contrast with the surroundings. He's a part-time taxi driver. Just several minutes ago, he drove a man here. He asked him to wait outside and send the bag to him in person ten minutes later. What a weird guy! Jason didn’t think much. As long as he could make money from him, he didn’t mind it. He was planning to buy a gift for his girl friend Layla later. It’s their one-year anniversary. Jason was about to knock and be done with this unappealing job, but he heard sounds—moans. "Ahh! Fuck me harder, daddy! Make me cum all over your di—ahh ah!" His hand froze midair. That voice. Deep down, he knew it well, but it couldn't be possible. Layla was at her sister's place for the weekend, taking care of her nephews. Jason cursed silently. He knocked hard, uncaring about coming off as rude. When the door opened, Jason became pale and speechless. His girlfriend froze in her
It was real. The green numbers he saw at the top of his phone's screen. He pinched himself, and the phone began ringing, startling him. "Hello?""Good day, young master. I presume you've seen your inheritance."His heart plummeted. He couldn’t piece this puzzle together as everything happening now felt like a dream. A too-good-to-be-true dream.Jason asked the cheerful, gruff voice at the other end of the line. "What the hell are you talking about?""Master Stormwell has just passed away. He was survived by no one, unfortunately. So, he named you, his distant relation, as his successor in his will.""I can't recall any Master Stormwell—may his gentle soul rest in peace—but sir, I think you've got the wrong number."The voice went silent for a moment."Let tomorrow be the judge of that," the man said vaguely. "Come down to Maxe Group's HQ. We'll be expecting you, Jason."The line went dead. Jason slowly took his phone away from his right ear. Shock made his bones weak. A hundred milli