Talking to his sister gave Harvey a sense of peace but his plans still hold. Harvey knew that to make the Anderson family and every other person who took part in the death of his loving parents pay for their sins, he needed a plan that would manipulate their greatest weakness, especially the Andersons: their greed. He had spent countless hours thinking about how to bring them down, and finally, an idea began to take shape. He would create another business opportunity so enticing that the Andersons wouldn’t be able to resist. since their business was falling helplessly. But to do this, he needed help. He thought of Professor Jason, his late father's loyal butler. Professor Jason had always been more than just a servant; he was a trusted advisor and a brilliant mind. Harvey decided to reach out to him. Harvey picked up the phone and dialed Professor Jason’s number. After a few rings, a familiar voice answered."Hello, Master Harvey. Are you alright?." "Yes, I am," Harvey said, keepin
Harvey had spent months meticulously planning his revenge against the Anderson family.They had successfully created a fake business opportunity designed to exploit the Andersons' greed.Harvey knew that the Andersons, especially Michael Anderson, would be unable to resist such a lucrative proposition. They were greedy and would do anything for money.Harvey spends a lot of money to make this revenge a perfect one. And he was sure that they would fall."Professor Jason, we’re ready," Harvey said, standing in his luxurious home office. "It's time to launch the investment opportunity."Professor Jason nodded, his expression was serious. "Everything is set, Master Harvey. The ads are ready to go live, and the fake company has been established. Are you sure you want to proceed?"Harvey looked at the older man, determination etched on his face. "I’m sure. They need to pay for what they did."Prof nodded and went back to his computer to officially launch the brand.The next morning, adverti
The Anderson family's fall from grace was swift and brutal. With the way their condition was now, nobody would ever believe that they were once in wealth and power but as it stands right now, they now found themselves drowning in debt and desperation.Their luxurious lifestyle totally crumbled, and was replaced by constant harassment from creditors and the gnawing fear of losing even the only property they had, the company and their mansion.Michael Anderson sat at the kitchen table of their once prosperous home, now stripped of its former glory. The lavish decorations had been sold off piece by piece to cover mounting debts. Bills and notices of overdue payments cluttered the table, each one was a reminder of their bad situation."Dad, the phone's been ringing all morning," Lewis said, walking into the kitchen with a look of frustration. "It’s the creditors again. They’re threatening legal action." Michael sighed deeply, running a hand through his graying hair. "I know, Lewis. They’
Garcia Anderson paced the floor of their living room, anxiety etched across her face. She wondered how they got to this level. Things were bad for them.The once-proud Anderson family was in shambles and was beginning to be a laughingstock in the city. The weight of their financial ruin pressed heavily on her shoulders. Even Edward wasn't even paying attention to her. And wouldn't even lend her money.The constant calls from creditors and the shame of their downfall were too much to bear. Desperation had driven her to seek out someone she never thought she would need—Harvey."Are you sure about this, Garcia?" Mr. Micheal asked, looking doubtful as he sipped his coffee. He didn't believe Harvey would want them. At least his good business ideas would assist them in rebuilding the company.They were all seated at the small dining table, the only piece of furniture that hadn’t been sold. "I don’t have a choice, Dad," Garcia replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "This family needs he
Garcia Anderson walked briskly down the crowded city street, her eyes scanning every face she passed. It was that bad, she couldn't just stay and do nothing.She was eager to find Harvey, the one person she believed could save her family from ruin. Despite the cold wind biting at her cheeks, she didn’t slow her pace. Her search for Harvey had become an obsession, and she wouldn’t rest until she found him.Stopping in front of a small café, Garcia pushed open the door and stepped inside. The warmth of the café was a welcome relief from the chilly air outside. She approached the counter and smiled at the barista."Excuse me," she began, "I'm looking for someone who might have been in here recently. His name is Harvey. He's about my age, has dark hair, and usually wears sunshades. "The barista frowned, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "Sorry, I don’t recall anyone like that. We get a lot of customers, though. You might want to check with the manager." Garcia nodded and than
Gracia woke up wondering what she had to do. The weight of desperation and fear settled over her like a heavy blanket. Sighing, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, an outfit that matched her somber mood.She looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing tired eyes and a worried expression, but there was no time to dwell on it. Today, she had to find Harvey.The drive to the hospital where Harvey’s sister, Nadia, was formerly treated felt longer than usual. Her mind drifted with thoughts of the once-thriving Anderson empire, now teetering on the brink of ruin.She parked her car and took a deep breath before stepping out. When she emerged, she sighed deeply, hoping she would find what she needed.For the past few weeks, she had been going from one place to another, looking for how to get to Harvey. The hospital lobby was bustling with activity—nurses hurried past with charts, doctors discussed patient cases, and the occasional sound of a beeping machine added to the
Gracia sat at my kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and the file the head nurse had given her spread out before her. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, tossing a bright shine over the papers. Her heart raced as she took a deep breath and began to sift through the information.The first few pages detailed Nadia's medical history, but she went on, hoping for a clue. As she flipped through the documents, she continued watching it: Harvey. Her fingers trembled slightly as she found a section about his background and current status.Garcia took a sip of coffee, the warmth steadying her nerves, and continued reading. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she absorbed the information. According to the file, Harvey resided at one of the most prestigious addresses in the city. Her mind reeled at the revelation. This was the address of the city’s richest man."No way," she whispered to herself, shaking her head. "This can’t be right."She read the passage again, mak
Gracia’s desperation had reached new peaks. After exhausting all leads at the hospital, she had found herself standing outside the gates of the mansion where Harvey was rumored to be living. The sprawling estate, with its high iron gates and manicured lawns, looked more like a fortress than a home. She knew this was her last chance to find him.Every day for the past week, she had driven to the mansion and parked her car a short distance away. Each time, she mustered up the courage to approach the gates, only to be stopped by the stern-faced security guards.On this particular morning, Gracia arrived wearing a light summer dress, hoping to appear less intimidating. She approached the gate with a mixture of hope and anxiety.The head security guard, a tall man with serious behavior, recognized her immediately. "Good morning, ma'am," he said, his tone polite but firm. "What brings you here again today?""Good morning," Gracia replied, forcing a smile. "I'm here to see Harvey. It's very