Chapter 7
Ariana wakes up to a delightful aroma, instantly recognizing Ethan's cooking skills from their dating days.
She joins the others at the table, where Ethan serves breakfast.
"He's the cook now," Ariana comments as she takes her seat.
"That's his role here, do the chores," Mr. Desmond adds.
Nick takes a spoonful of the delicious meal Ethan has prepared and compliments him, "You're an amazing cook, destined for success."
"Thank you for your kind words, enjoy your breakfast," Ethan replies, about to leave but halted by Mr. Desmond's request to stay.
"Water," Max orders, though it's right in front of him; Ethan hands it to him.
"I'm meeting the mighty-E today," Mr. Desmond announces, stunning everyone.
Ethan smirks confidently.
"How can you be so sure? No one's ever seen him," Ariana questions.
"I'm going to the company and offer him something he can't refuse," Mr. Desmond states.
"That's my dad," Nick proudly chimes in.
"What can you offer someone who seemingly has it all?" Ariana wonders aloud.
"People like that have it all, but they always want more," Mr. Desmond explains.
"Ethan, go wash the car," he commands, and Ethan hurriedly obeys before making a phone call.
"Sir."
"The CEO of Gordon Group plans to visit the company, reject any offer he requests."
"Understood, sir," Mr. Jayden replies before the call ends.
Mr. Jayden, the personal assistant to the mysterious Mighty-E, takes care of company matters and makes important calls.
After finishing washing the car, he informs Mr. Desmond, and they decide to head out.
"Okay, let's wash up and go," Mr. Desmond suggests as they finish their meal.
He heads to his small room to prepare for a bath when a knock interrupts him.
"Who's there?" he questions before opening the door to find Ariana standing there.
"Hello... what do you need?" he asks bluntly.
Ariana enters and confronts him, "Can you please leave? Don't you have any sense of pride?"
Ethann responds, "Ariana, what should I do? You were involved in how I ended up in this position."
Ariana pulls out a glistening ring from her bag, the original ring. "Take this and leave."
"You still have it?" Ethan is surprised.
"Take it and leave," she insists, holding it out to him.
He hesitates and declines, "It's useless now. I don't want it, and please leave, I want to have my bath."
*****
They drive to the Mighty-E company, working as a driver to his own workplace—the tallest building in the country.
He instructs Ethan, "Stay here and don't step your stinky leg in that office."
He complies and waits in the car.
Something bothers Ethan, the contact he got from Sandra, the receptionist girl isn't working, and she's nowhere to be found. Worried, he mutters to himself, "I hope nothing's wrong with her."
Suddenly, Mr. Desmond bursts out of the office door, furious and slams the car After him.
"That bastard!" he swears in frustration.
Ethan inquires, "What happened, sir, if I may ask?"
Mr. Desmond vents, "His personal assistant won't let me see him. I can't believe they kicked me out. I'll make sure they regret it."
Ethan, with a smirk, comments, "Regret? I don't think someone like that will regret."
Mr. Desmond warns him sternly before storming off.
"I apologize," he said, seeking forgiveness.
"Shut up and let's go home," the stern response came, and off they went.
*****
Sandra raises her voice in protest, "I am not marrying him, never!"
Her parents try to reason with her, "You have no choice, Sandra. Our debt can't be paid unless we accept this offer. Please consider."
Her mother's plea was met with resistance, "But Mom... he is a monster, you know him, we know him."
Her father, Mr. Kingsley, intervenes, "Consider him, Sandra. And consider the benefits."
Overwhelmed, Sandra tearfully bows down, realizing she has no choice. "Okay, I will do it," she reluctantly accepts.
****
Mr. Desmond returns home seething with anger, "How dare he!" he yells to no one in particular.
Ethan stands before him, while the others emerge from a room, curious about the commotion. "What's wrong?" Mrs. Ray inquires.
"They kicked me out of that trash company," he explains loudly.
Ariana rolls her eyes and leaves, dismissing his comment, "It's not a trash company, it's the largest company in the country."
Fuming, he mutters, "I will make them regret this."
Mrs. Ray offers to prepare tea to calm him down, but Ethan takes on the task. He rushes to the kitchen and brews the tea.
Upon his return, he finds the room empty except for Mr. Desmond and Nick. He places the tea before them and begins to leave.
"Must I be yelling at you every time? Always stay beside me in case I need anything," Mr. Desmond orders.
"Okay, sir," Ethan agrees, bowing down.
Mr. Desmond takes a sip of tea and inquires, "How is your fiancée doing?"
Nick responds with a smile, "She's doing fine, Dad. She's coming here tonight for dinner."
Mr. Desmond expresses relief, "That's good to hear. I thought she was being stubborn."
Nick chuckles, "She has no other choice. She must accept."
The father and son share a laugh.
Amusement at others' misfortune is their entertainment; another person is about to become the target of their manipulation.
[Mission reloading. Mission: Stop the engagements. Reward: 100 billion.]
******
As night falls, the family gathers, eagerly awaiting Ethan to bring the meal. Impatient, Mrs. Ray exclaims, "What the hell is taking you so long?".
Ethan retorts, "I'll be there in a minute," and soon emerges from the kitchen with a pot, placing it on the table.
He begins serving everyone, excluding Ariana who declines and serves herself. Ethan stands by, following their orders.
Suddenly, a beep sounds from the door.
Reacting swiftly, Ethan hurries to open the door.
As it swings open, he is taken aback by the sight before him—the receptionist from the other day, Sandra, stands there. She stares back at him, her expression a mix of confusion and annoyance.
"What are you doing here?" she demands.
Ethan leans in and whispers, "Look, you don't know me. Pretend we've never met."
"Ethaaaaan!" Mr. Desmond's voice echoes from the dining room, prompting Ethan to quickly retreat inside, leaving the door open for Sandra.
Back at the table, Mr. Desmond inquires, "Who's at the door?"
Just then, Sandra enters the room. "Oh, look who's here. Beautiful as ever," Mr. Desmond remarks, his words trailing off.
Nick greets Sandra with a smile, which she reciprocates with a forced one.
"Come, sit down. Ethan, serve her," Mr. Desmond instructs.
The two lock eyes for a moment, a silent exchange passing between them.
Ariana and Max leave the room, leaving the others behind. Ethan remains beside Mr. Desmond."I was wondering, who is this guy?" Sandra asks, referring to Ethan."He is something insignificant, a once-upon-a-time rich, spoiled brat who thinks money is everything," Nick comments."Oh, what a dynamic life," she laments."Dynamic indeed, you don't have to feel pity for him, as he is not meant to be pitied," Mr. Desmond says."How did he end up working for you?""Don't let talk about him spoil the gracious moment," Mrs. Desmond intervenes.She nods, then points at something on the ground. "What's that?"They all turn to look, and it's the shining ring. The ring holds a lot of memories for Ethan. He quickly picks it up."I will give this to her."He makes his way upstairs and is about to open the door but hesitates, pressing his ear against the door."I said no, Max, a total no!" Ariana exclaims as she and Max argue."What is no? You don't have a choice, you must," Max retorts."You shamele
Chapter 9"Ethan!" Mr. Desmond's voice jolts Ethan awake, prompting him to groan as he rises from his bed and hurries to meet him in the still-dark hours."Sir, here I am," Ethan mutters sleepily."Do you know how many times I've been calling you? Sleeping like a pig!" Mr. Desmond scolds."Sorry, sir," Ethan replies."You have to drive me somewhere now, in the dead of night, and mark my words, don't snoop around. Stay in the car, got it?" Mr. Desmond warns sternly."Okay, sir," Ethan acquiesces as Mr. Desmond tosses the car keys to him.The world outside is still asleep as they board the car, Mr. Desmond guiding Ethan along an unfamiliar path that takes twenty minutes to traverse.Eventually, they arrive at their destination. A grand black gate stands proudly before a two-story building, an imposing structure that captures Ethan's attention. The automatic doors swing open, allowing them entry into the spacious compound, though not as expansive as the Mighty-E compound."Stay here and
{Mission reloading, 25%, 45%, 65%, 75%, 100%. New mission unlocked: Feed the Nation. Reward: 50 trillion.} "What!" he screams. {Every single necessary person.} "Who are necessary people?" {Everyone that needs it.} "Oh, but how will I do that? How? How?" he wonders aloud in his room. Then he calls Sandra, his new secretary, his new interest. "Hello, I've got a new mission for you, the system's new mission," he says. "What's that, and Mr. Davis is greeting you". "My regards to him. The mission is to feed the nation." "What!" she exclaims so loudly that he shifts the phone away from his ear. "What did he say?" Mr. Davis asks from the background. "How is that possible!" he yells. "And if it is possible, you know it will damage the economy," Sandra asks. "I know, but I have to do it. It seems impossible but somehow possible. I want you to calculate the nation's population, then calculate how much will each person collect if 10 trillion is to be shared," he requests. "See, yo
Ethan wakes up earlier than usual. He quietly tends to the house and prepares breakfast. He glances at the clock and realizes he has an hour before the others will awaken. As he plates the food, he can't help but enjoy this clandestine role. He observes people's true selves by pretending to be nothing more than a humble servant. He hums a tune while setting the table. Contemplating what it would be like if he reveals his true identity as the mighty-E from the very beginning. They might beg for forgiveness, claiming they don't mean any harm, while they are wolves in sheep's clothing. Just as he is lost in thought, he hears hurried footsteps descending the stairs. Startled, he turns to see Mr. Desmond. "Good morning," Ethan greets with a bow. "Keep it," Mr. Desmond replies curtly, snatching the remote control and turning on the TV. The screen displays a news headline that reads, "Generous Benefactor anonymous mighty-E Gifts $30,000 to Every Citizen, Inspiring Unity and Hope
The loud banging on the door jolts Ethan awake, and his bleary eyes land on the clock – already past nine.He knows he's in for some scolding as he opens the door, and there stands Ariana."Hope nothing's wrong; you woke up late," she says, her eyes filled with concern."I'm okay, just tired," Ethan replies, and Ariana nods.She turns to leave but abruptly halts, casting an assessing glance up and down Ethan before turning back, leaving him puzzled.Realizing he is late, Ethan rushes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."What! Where is Ethan?" Mrs. Desmond's voice echoes through the house, reaching the kitchen. The impending facepalm moment has arrived. He hurriedly approaches her."I'm sorry, I woke up late," he mumbles, bowing his head.Then, Mr. Desmond enters, and his wife envelops him in a hug."Where were you all night?" she asks while helping him with his suit."Just had an urgent and serious meeting," he replies, moving further into the room."Good morning, sir," Ethan greets
As the old counts, "1...2...".Ethan finds himself on his knees, desperation in his voice, "Please, I'm just curious. I see them carrying something out of a van," he explains anxiously.The old man can't help but laugh."And you want me to believe that? You're here as a driver, yet you won't stay in your place," he scoffs."Anyway, you've seen what you shouldn't have, and for that, you'll have to pay with your life," he declares, signaling to the armed man to proceed with the grim task.But Ethan pleads earnestly, "Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want."His sincerity is evident.The old man leans forward, a wicked grin on his face."You'll do anything?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow.Ethan nods vigorously, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, yes, I will," he affirms.The old man exchanges whispers with the person beside him, their eyes locked in a sinister understanding."Alright, I'll give you a chance," he relents.Ethan sniffs in relief, "Thank you. I'll do anything," he repea
Ethan sits back in startled disbelief. "Master?" he wonders.Money certainly has the power to change situations dramatically.He decides, "I'm going to add more for you if you put away all the guns and return the people's belongings.""We will do that, Master!" they eagerly agree. They immediately return the stolen items to the passengers, who are bewildered by the man dressed in rags with such influence.Ethan continues, "I'll make another transfer to you, but... I'm sorry, I can't be your master."They drop back to their knees, pleading, "Please, we'll serve you."The leader speaks up, revealing their desperate circumstances, "It's not that we're doing this because we want to. We have to survive. We're just a group of thugs with no leader and nowhere to sleep. You see that gun? We borrowed it.""Oh, I understand. Get up," Ethan says, and they rise to their feet."I can't be your master, but you can work for me from time to time. Give me your contact information," he offers, and they
Ethan's heavy eyelids reluctantly open, a dull ringing in his head. His surroundings slowly come into focus as he blinks away the blur. He finds himself bound to a steel chair, his hands securely tied behind his back. Sandra and the bar-lady are similarly restrained nearby. "You're awake. Your little plan isn't quite working out this time," Sandra remarks, disappointment etched on her face. Ethan nods, realizing that his strategy is failing miserably. They're in an unfamiliar place, far from help. As the three captors come into view, one of them brandishes a phone, gesturing for the bar-lady to translate. She relays their message, "They're asking for the phone's password. They say they'll let us go if you give it to them." Ethan scoffs, knowing that revealing the password isn't an option. They converse again, and the translator relays, "They're giving us a chance before the guns arrive." Ethan, defiant, responds firmly, "Tell them to go to hell." The woman gazes at him incred