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
"What?!" Jason glared at the receptionist with a pretty face, who was obviously doing everything to get him out of Maxe, including framing him on impulse. "Mr. Clark is worried sick about the money he just lost." She encouraged the security guards with her lie. "He did it. We must throw him out and rough him up so he can talk." Jason couldn't believe his ears. Rough him up? This woman was crazy. A psycho hiding behind pretty eyes. It's sad that no one would find out about this injustice because he was unimportant. The guards grabbed his arm. His feet didn't touch the ground any longer. She came up in his face and snarled. "You should have listened when I asked nicely. I hate your kind." "What will you do if I'm right?" Jason spat in her face. "What if your boss truly sent me here, and you just ordered the company's security to rough up your boss's guest." He saw her weighing the consequences. She would lose her job and pay dearly for something like that. "I highly doubt that,
There was that name again. Jason didn't know the Stormwells. He didn't think he was related to them, but this old man with silver hair and full silver beards believed he was the one. "It was a hassle to get up here." The old man laughed, crinkling the corner of his eyes. "These days, things skip my mind a lot, important things even. I'm getting too old to continue with this." "No problem, sir." "I beg you, young master, call me Raymond." "Alright, Raymond." Jason grinned, feeling good inside him. "Are you out of battery, though?" The old man rushed for his phone in his pocket. He took it out and saw he had forgotten to charge it. "Ah! See what I meant." He tapped his head, still laughing. "My old brain keeps getting me into trouble. Forgive me, young master." Jason could get used to the name, but he still had a feeling Raymond had the wrong relative. "No harm done, Raymond, but there are a lot of interesting things in Maxe, including its employees." "Yes, yes. Interesting, i
Jason took a step back. Marriage hadn't ever been on his mind, except it was Layla he walked down the aisle with. They had talked about it once. Layla wanted a lavish beach wedding and two girls that would take after her, and Jason had agreed to everything because he had been in love. Now, Raymond expected him to marry someone he knew nothing about. A total stranger. "This isn't fair. I didn't ask for any of this." Jason appeared agitated as he asked. "Why do I have to marry a woman I don't love?" Raymond gestured at the settee surrounding a table in his office. They returned back to sitting down as the apprentice packed up his materials. "It was a long time ago. Before Maxe existed, Nathaniel Halston saved Master Stormwell's life, and to express his gratitude, he promised him that their families would become one." "But his son died." Raymond bobbed his head. "After the tragedy, everyone forgot about the promise. Nathaniel Halston understood that the master couldn't have ch