When Arthur Dwight walked slowly into the party, it seemed as if conversation stopped to sit in stunned silence. He had everyone’s attention.
He moved with the stealth of a jaguar, yet the atmosphere was thick with tension, as if everyone was holding their breath, and you could almost sense someone would betray their partner just to get his attention.
“No way, that can’t be Arthur!” Andrew protested, shaking his head in disbelief.
“If that’s not him, then who the heck is that?” Mark chimed in.
Lea, Arthur’s wife, was thinking the same thing. She was used to seeing him in worn-out shirts or his delivery uniform, but today he looked like a completely different person.
“Arthur’s a total weakling! That guy is built like a tank!” Andrew continued. “And you really think he could afford a suit? Come on, he must be some dude who just looks like that loser!”
But Lea knew very well that Andrew was wrong.
The scrawny guy transformed into a muscular giant. Towering at two meters, his suit was stretched tight across his broad shoulders and chest. His sharp jawline and long lashes gave him a delicate, almost angelic look, which was a total contrast to the fiery intensity of his gray eyes.
There was an undeniable aura of strength surrounding him.
‘Did he actually hit the gym while he was away for two months?’ Lea wondered, nearly forgetting to close her mouth.
She glanced around and noticed other women gazing at her husband with admiration. And honestly, it annoyed her to see all the attention Arthur was getting.
Clenching her fists, Lea released Mr. Chain’s hand and marched over to her husband.
“Hey!” she called out, a bit too bluntly.
Arthur halted and locked eyes with his wife. She looked gorgeous as always, but he wasn’t oblivious to her sly nature.
"Where have you been? I can't believe I spent two months trying to track you down!" Lea grumbled.
One by one, the rest of Shawn's family made their way over, including Lea’s parents, uncles, aunts, grandma, and siblings.
They all stared at Arthur, a mix of admiration and disbelief on their faces.
"Wow! Is that really you, Arthur?" Lea’s aunt gasped. "The last time I saw you, you were as thin as a twig. But now, look at those forearms! You could probably take down a whole forest!"
The crowd seemed to agree. Some of them had heard the rumors about Lea’s husband being the black sheep of the Shawn family, labeled a loser and a nobody. But seeing him now made them reconsider.
"Man! Is this why you disappeared for months?" Andrew chuckled. "How many gallons of estrogen did you chug?"
"You mean steroids?" Mark jumped in.
"Shut it, Mark!" Andrew shot back, then turned to Arthur with a smirk. "Anyway, you look different, dude. Is it the haircut or those suits? Where’d you rent those? You should’ve borrowed from me; I’d let you have them for free. Pfft…!"
“What is the meaning of this?!” Margaret Shawn, the matriarch of the family, stormed in, clearly not pleased.
Using her canes for support and leaning on her daughter Adyta, she made her way into the room.
“Arthur Dwight! What’s with the dramatic entrance at my grandson’s celebration? Aren’t you embarrassed to hog the attention? You useless man.”
“And where have you been hiding?” Adyta chimed in. “Mom wanted to see you, but you just vanished. I really shouldn’t have trusted my daughter with someone as irresponsible as you.”
If the Shawn family aimed to embarrass their son-in-law in front of everyone, they hit the mark.
Whispers filled the air, with guests feeling sorry for the man at the center of it all.
But Arthur wasn’t there to slip back into his old life.
“Can I get a word in now that you’re all done talking?” Arthur said quietly.
His bluntness seemed to take the Shawn family by surprise. Was Arthur always this determined?
"To start off, I didn’t come here to join the party. I’m here to tidy up the mansion." Then, Arthur turned to the guests and, with a goofy grin, declared, “Hello everyone! I hate to break it to you, but the party’s over. Time to head out!”
The room erupted with chatter.
“Arthur!” the elderly lady exclaimed. “Did you just tell the guests to leave?!”
“Mom, chill out,” Adyta’s husband, Geoffrey, stepped in. He shot a disapproving look at his son-in-law and said, “This isn’t right, Arthur. I know you’re still upset about that silly game my sons played with you before.”
“You’re overreacting,” Adyta chimed in.
Unfazed, Arthur shot back, “I don’t think so. As the owner of this mansion, I have every right to ask unwanted guests to leave. Plus, no one bothered to ask for my okay. So, who’s really overreacting here?”
People in the room started whispering to each other.
“I thought this mansion was owned by the Shawn family.”
“Does that mean Lea’s husband is really the owner?”
“Then why did the Shawn family live here?”
The tables turned. Instead of Arthur being the one embarrassed, it was the Shawn family who found themselves under fire.
“You ungrateful brat!” Margaret yelled. “We took you in despite your lowly beginnings.”
“Exactly!” Andrew chimed in. “Do you think I’m proud to be your brother-in-law? I can’t even face you when I see you on the street delivering food!”
“Come on, brother, don’t be so petty,” Mark said. “We’re family. Families share everything.”
“Right,” Arthur replied, nodding. “You mean like when Andrew swiped $500,000 from my bank account? That’s what family is?”
“You sh*t,” Andrew swore under his breath before glancing at his parents and Grandma. “That’s a lie! I didn’t take anything! He’s already a beggar! What could I possibly steal from him?! That money was my sister’s! Right, Lea?!”
Lea had reached her limit. She couldn’t put up with Arthur’s strange antics any longer. So, she fixed him with a glare and said, “Listen, stop it. I know we had a fight earlier. But come on, don’t act like this. How am I supposed to face my family, OUR FAMILY, after all this, huh?”
Arthur’s sarcastic grin at Lea, who had just been flirting with someone else, made her feel weak in the knees.
“You might have forgotten, sweetheart,” Arthur said quietly. “But we won’t be a family much longer. I already sent you the divorce papers. Didn’t you get them this morning?”
Lea’s eyes went wide. She was horrified that Arthur would bring up the divorce in front of her family!
“What divorce? What is he talking about, Lea?” Margaret demanded.
“Sweety, explain this to us,” Adyta remarked.
Lea was a moment late when Arthur said, “Lea asked me for a divorce. I sent her the papers, so we’re no longer a family.”
Unable to bear the embarrassment, Lea grabbed Arthur’s hand, saying, “We need to talk.” She was about to lead him away.
But then, someone intervened. Lea turned to see her secret boyfriend, Harry Chain.
“Let it go,” Harry told her.
With Harry by her side, Lea felt a bit more relaxed. She released Arthur’s hand and stood next to Harry, the most powerful guy at the party.
Harry looked at Arthur and grinned. “It’s been ages since we last met. When was it? Oh right! When you dropped off that pizza at my hotel.”
Lea’s siblings raised their heads, hopeful that Harry could handle the situation and finally put Arthur in his place.
“I get why you’re so fed up with feeling like a loser,” Harry said. “So let’s do this the classy way. Sell me the mansion and get out of here.”
Out of nowhere, Harry pulled something from his suit and tossed it onto the floor.
Lea’s brother, Mark, leaned in to check it out. His eyes widened, “No way! It’s a blank check!”
“Seriously?!” Andrew shouted. “Oh man! Arthur, you just hit the jackpot! This is your chance to ditch this crummy life!”
Arthur glanced at the check, then shot a look back at the smug Harry.
“Just name your price and scram,” Harry said.
Arthur picked up the check, and everyone thought he was about to cash in on this golden opportunity. But then…
Rip!
Arthur tore the check right in front of them.
As the pieces fluttered to the ground, he glared at them and ordered, “I’M NOT REPEATING MYSELF. ALL OF YOU, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY MANSION.”
In the chaotic war between Hermit and Gavor back in 1980, General Arthur Troce and his loyal troops managed to stash away all the gold and treasures in a hidden basement.“We're heading back to the military base!” the General ordered.Colonel Lake, his trusted ally, hesitated, “General, are you sure about this?”“Sure about what?” Arthur shot back, locking eyes with his friend.“You’ve spent years serving this country. This treasure represents your courage. Once the war wraps up, you could retire and live a peaceful life with this fortune.”“Are you really suggesting I should enjoy a comfortable life while our fellow citizens suffer through the war?”The Colonel fell silent, acutely aware of the General's deep-seated love for their homeland.“Our people have endured unimaginable hardships under Gavor’s rule. After this war, they’ll need support from the government. But let’s be real—the current administration is completely useless. Do you honestly believe they will come to the aid of
Jules Chain sent over some trucks and a bulldozer to Arthur’s mansion.“Sir, just a heads up, you might feel some shaking and hear a lot of noise while we’re drilling,” one of the workers informed Arthur.With his arms crossed and a confident stance, Arthur replied, “That’s nothing. I’ve slept in a tent while bombs were dropping around me.”The worker tilted his head, thinking Arthur was joking. “Haha! That’s a good one, Sir. But what exactly are you hoping to find? Why dig up such a nice lawn?”Instead of answering, Arthur simply looked at him and said, “You’ve got one job. When you hit something solid, stop digging and let me know.”“Got it, Sir.”With that, the crew got to work. They spent nearly the entire day digging before one of the workers rushed over to Arthur with some exciting news.“Sir! We discovered a solid concrete surface beneath the dirt!"Arthur realized he was just a step away from striking it rich.The sun had set, and all the workers had gone home. Climbing down
Warning: some parts have violent and disturbing scene. Please read at your own risk.** **“I am s-sorry, Sir. But Arthur, that guy, he was too strong for us. And…”Bang!One of Harry's guys, Ubert, couldn't finish what he was saying when Harry hurled the cigarette ashtray at the wall. It shattered, sending shards flying toward Arthur, and one of them nicked his cheek. Blood trickled down, but he didn't dare say a word about it.The main reason? Harry was in a terrible mood."I think I might have a hearing issue right now," Harry said with a sarcastic laugh. "I was hoping for some good news, like that useless Arthur got his butt kicked and signed the document. That's what I wanted to hear, Ubert. So, why don't you start your report over?"Shaking with fear, Ubert took a deep breath. He had been working for Harry for years and knew just how dangerous he could be."S-Sir Harry. We did everything we could to catch Mr. Arthur. But he ended up beating us, and we had no choice but to run aw
As Arthur and Sharmaine stood by the elevator, he glanced back at the twenty guards trailing behind them.He recalled a conversation he had with the Chairman two months prior: “You really need to look into your granddaughter’s bodyguards and consider hiring new ones. It’s strange that they’re armed but didn’t use their weapons when your grandchild was taken.”The fact that Sharmaine’s guards had changed and doubled in number showed that the Chairman took Arthur’s advice seriously.Ding!The elevator doors swung open with a loud noise. After Sharmaine and Arthur stepped in, the bodyguards were supposed to follow. But Sharmaine halted them.“Stay back,” she commanded.The lead bodyguard voiced his concern. “But Ma’am, it’s our duty to keep you safe.” He shot a doubtful glance at Arthur and the black bag he was holding.Sharmaine responded, “No need to do it with this man. Just follow my order, okay?”The guards couldn’t say no to the lady, so they hung back until the door shut.Sharmain
Arthur had the chance to gain wealth from the gold and treasures he possessed. Yet, he understood that revealing them to the public could raise eyebrows. In a world where cash was becoming less relevant and digital currency was taking over, discretion was key.If someone like Arthur Dwight were discovered with hidden gold, the corrupt government could easily claim it as state property. So, he decided to strike a deal with Chairman Jules instead.“If it’s you who finds the treasure, no one will bat an eye. But if I walk into a pawnshop with gold, that would raise some serious questions,” Arthur explained.Jules glanced at the gold bars and nodded. “So, you want to leverage my position to turn your treasure into cash?”“Exactly. And in return, you’ll get your fair share. I also want to propose a business partnership. I plan to invest and establish my own territory. I need influence and a name to make my mark,” Arthur continued.The Chairman pondered this. With all that money, Arthur cou
During the third conflict between Hermit and Gavor, the A.O. Army developed a battle tank called N1B2, featuring advanced armor, enhanced firepower, and superior mobility. Prior to the war's onset, General Arthur worked tirelessly to persuade the A.O. Army to back Gavor with this cutting-edge tank. His efforts paid off, leading to a significant victory for his nation at that time.Arthur was determined to achieve his goals and had little tolerance for injustice.“I’m not one to squabble over a hunk of metal, but you all are being unfair. I was the first to spot this car,” he remarked to the employee.But the employee, who judged him because of his clothes, even warned, “Sir! If you don’t calm down, I’ll have to call security to remove you.”“Excuse me,” the manager interjected, stepping into the fray. “What’s going on here?” he asked the employee.“Mr. Gotham wants to inspect the car because he’s interested in purchasing it. But this man keeps interrupting,” the employee explained.Ar
“The rights units in the right place and at the right time.” ** **General Arthur Troce was convinced that his strategy would lead his nation to triumph. It was the key to ending the relentless war between Hermit and Gavor.Equipped with the latest technology in weapons and machinery, he planned a surprise attack that would catch the enemy off guard, giving them no chance to set up a defense. This was a plan he had carefully developed over the past few weeks. But then…“General! We have a situation! The enemy’s forces were prepared for our attack! They’ve anticipated our moves!” a frantic report came to the military base.“What?!” Arthur exclaimed.He had been so certain that his plan was foolproof!‘There’s no way the enemy could have known! There has to be a traitor in my ranks!’There was a spy was hiding among his troops. And yet, he couldn’t waste time dwelling on betrayal. Arthur had to act fast and devise a new plan to shift the momentum back in their favor.“Move to base two,
Arthur found himself waking up in a hospital bed, but this time, he wasn’t lost or confused. The memories of another life flooded back to him, and he realized he had come back as a different person in a new timeline.How did this happen? He had no clue. But one thing was clear: he had been given a second shot at life.“What’s the point of starting over? I never got my revenge on the jerk who stabbed me in the back,” he muttered while sitting on the hospital bed.Once he was fully awake, he grabbed his phone to look up information about the war.If it weren’t for the memories he carried, he would have been blown away by how much technology had advanced since his original time.In any case, his name had once been etched in history. His country emerged victorious, bringing an end to the fighting. But after his death, no one noted that he had been betrayed by those he trusted. Instead, history painted him as a coward who fled in the midst of battle."This is so unfair! Why were the record
During the third conflict between Hermit and Gavor, the A.O. Army developed a battle tank called N1B2, featuring advanced armor, enhanced firepower, and superior mobility. Prior to the war's onset, General Arthur worked tirelessly to persuade the A.O. Army to back Gavor with this cutting-edge tank. His efforts paid off, leading to a significant victory for his nation at that time.Arthur was determined to achieve his goals and had little tolerance for injustice.“I’m not one to squabble over a hunk of metal, but you all are being unfair. I was the first to spot this car,” he remarked to the employee.But the employee, who judged him because of his clothes, even warned, “Sir! If you don’t calm down, I’ll have to call security to remove you.”“Excuse me,” the manager interjected, stepping into the fray. “What’s going on here?” he asked the employee.“Mr. Gotham wants to inspect the car because he’s interested in purchasing it. But this man keeps interrupting,” the employee explained.Ar
Arthur had the chance to gain wealth from the gold and treasures he possessed. Yet, he understood that revealing them to the public could raise eyebrows. In a world where cash was becoming less relevant and digital currency was taking over, discretion was key.If someone like Arthur Dwight were discovered with hidden gold, the corrupt government could easily claim it as state property. So, he decided to strike a deal with Chairman Jules instead.“If it’s you who finds the treasure, no one will bat an eye. But if I walk into a pawnshop with gold, that would raise some serious questions,” Arthur explained.Jules glanced at the gold bars and nodded. “So, you want to leverage my position to turn your treasure into cash?”“Exactly. And in return, you’ll get your fair share. I also want to propose a business partnership. I plan to invest and establish my own territory. I need influence and a name to make my mark,” Arthur continued.The Chairman pondered this. With all that money, Arthur cou
As Arthur and Sharmaine stood by the elevator, he glanced back at the twenty guards trailing behind them.He recalled a conversation he had with the Chairman two months prior: “You really need to look into your granddaughter’s bodyguards and consider hiring new ones. It’s strange that they’re armed but didn’t use their weapons when your grandchild was taken.”The fact that Sharmaine’s guards had changed and doubled in number showed that the Chairman took Arthur’s advice seriously.Ding!The elevator doors swung open with a loud noise. After Sharmaine and Arthur stepped in, the bodyguards were supposed to follow. But Sharmaine halted them.“Stay back,” she commanded.The lead bodyguard voiced his concern. “But Ma’am, it’s our duty to keep you safe.” He shot a doubtful glance at Arthur and the black bag he was holding.Sharmaine responded, “No need to do it with this man. Just follow my order, okay?”The guards couldn’t say no to the lady, so they hung back until the door shut.Sharmain
Warning: some parts have violent and disturbing scene. Please read at your own risk.** **“I am s-sorry, Sir. But Arthur, that guy, he was too strong for us. And…”Bang!One of Harry's guys, Ubert, couldn't finish what he was saying when Harry hurled the cigarette ashtray at the wall. It shattered, sending shards flying toward Arthur, and one of them nicked his cheek. Blood trickled down, but he didn't dare say a word about it.The main reason? Harry was in a terrible mood."I think I might have a hearing issue right now," Harry said with a sarcastic laugh. "I was hoping for some good news, like that useless Arthur got his butt kicked and signed the document. That's what I wanted to hear, Ubert. So, why don't you start your report over?"Shaking with fear, Ubert took a deep breath. He had been working for Harry for years and knew just how dangerous he could be."S-Sir Harry. We did everything we could to catch Mr. Arthur. But he ended up beating us, and we had no choice but to run aw
Jules Chain sent over some trucks and a bulldozer to Arthur’s mansion.“Sir, just a heads up, you might feel some shaking and hear a lot of noise while we’re drilling,” one of the workers informed Arthur.With his arms crossed and a confident stance, Arthur replied, “That’s nothing. I’ve slept in a tent while bombs were dropping around me.”The worker tilted his head, thinking Arthur was joking. “Haha! That’s a good one, Sir. But what exactly are you hoping to find? Why dig up such a nice lawn?”Instead of answering, Arthur simply looked at him and said, “You’ve got one job. When you hit something solid, stop digging and let me know.”“Got it, Sir.”With that, the crew got to work. They spent nearly the entire day digging before one of the workers rushed over to Arthur with some exciting news.“Sir! We discovered a solid concrete surface beneath the dirt!"Arthur realized he was just a step away from striking it rich.The sun had set, and all the workers had gone home. Climbing down
In the chaotic war between Hermit and Gavor back in 1980, General Arthur Troce and his loyal troops managed to stash away all the gold and treasures in a hidden basement.“We're heading back to the military base!” the General ordered.Colonel Lake, his trusted ally, hesitated, “General, are you sure about this?”“Sure about what?” Arthur shot back, locking eyes with his friend.“You’ve spent years serving this country. This treasure represents your courage. Once the war wraps up, you could retire and live a peaceful life with this fortune.”“Are you really suggesting I should enjoy a comfortable life while our fellow citizens suffer through the war?”The Colonel fell silent, acutely aware of the General's deep-seated love for their homeland.“Our people have endured unimaginable hardships under Gavor’s rule. After this war, they’ll need support from the government. But let’s be real—the current administration is completely useless. Do you honestly believe they will come to the aid of
When Arthur Dwight walked slowly into the party, it seemed as if conversation stopped to sit in stunned silence. He had everyone’s attention.He moved with the stealth of a jaguar, yet the atmosphere was thick with tension, as if everyone was holding their breath, and you could almost sense someone would betray their partner just to get his attention.“No way, that can’t be Arthur!” Andrew protested, shaking his head in disbelief.“If that’s not him, then who the heck is that?” Mark chimed in.Lea, Arthur’s wife, was thinking the same thing. She was used to seeing him in worn-out shirts or his delivery uniform, but today he looked like a completely different person.“Arthur’s a total weakling! That guy is built like a tank!” Andrew continued. “And you really think he could afford a suit? Come on, he must be some dude who just looks like that loser!”But Lea knew very well that Andrew was wrong.The scrawny guy transformed into a muscular giant. Towering at two meters, his suit was str
Lea was losing it. “You can’t find him?! What kind of nonsense is that?” she yelled into the phone. “How hard can it be to track down a nobody like Arthur?!”“I’m really sorry, Ma’am. I checked his workplace, and even the pizza shop boss has no clue where your husband is. It’s like he just vanished,” the voice on the other end replied.“I didn’t hire you for this! You better search for him anywhere, even if it’s the ends of the earth!”Lea hung up and let out a frustrated sigh.It had been two months since her husband had disappeared, and honestly, she wasn’t even sure if she cared about his safety anymore.“But seriously, he should’ve at least given me what I needed before he went missing. Ugh!” she groaned as she plopped down on the couch.Lea had no choice but to marry him because of the mansion the Shawn family was living in. The place actually belonged to Arthur Dwight, but after tying the knot with Lea, his in-laws moved in and acted like it was theirs!Arthur adored Lea and let
In a lavish mansion, the Shawn family came together for lunch.“Mom, what are you planning to do with the property Mr. Chain gave you?” Adyta Shawn asked her mother, Margaret Shawn.“I’m considering building a vacation home,” the elderly woman replied.“That's awesome! Mr. Chain is really something, isn’t he?” Mark Shawn chimed in.Margaret set her utensils down and said, “Yes, unlike some husbands who only bring me shame and disappointment.”Everyone turned to Lea, who had been quiet the entire meal.“Lea,” Margaret called out.“Yes, Grandma?”“Didn’t I ask you to bring your husband? Where is he?”Lea couldn’t find the words. It had been a week since she last saw her husband. ‘Is he really serious about divorcing me?’ she thought.She realized she had to keep the divorce talk away from her family. If she wanted to avoid being kicked out, she had to act like her husband was still under her control.“You know how Arthur is. Always busy,” Lea said, trying to deflect.“Busy delivering pi