Carson stood there watching as the Valestown brothers and Lucius Garner embraced each other, laughing with happiness. He couldn't believe this huge coincidence, but at least he felt glad that it could help Curtis."He's Curtis Stanton. He's the new owner of Stanton Enterprises and Joseph's heir," Lucius confirmed, being a very reliable source for Wester and Payton.The Valestown brothers looked at Curtis from a different perspective now and were no longer judging him for his unkempt appearance."How is it possible that such a poorly dressed man can be the most powerful magnate in the country?" Wester asked, puzzled."To be honest, I have no idea why he presented himself like this today, but I assure you that Curtis is the most stylish man I've ever met," Lucius explained."I had a bad day," excused Curtis.Curtis exchanged an uncomfortable glance with Carson. He was the only one in that office who knew the truth about Curtis.Lucius felt ashamed for defending Curtis, but ultimately, t
"That's it," said Lucius Garner, putting that document into his briefcase.After that, everyone stood up to shake hands as a sign that the deal had been closed.Carson remained in the back of the office, silent and feeling excluded from everything. Not even the Valestown brothers wanted to shake hands with him.It was as if he had been present at that meeting only to bring the champagne with which they celebrated that signing."I feel like celebrating big," said Payton."I'm with you," Wester quickly commented."I invite you to the best restaurant in the world," Lucius Garner proposed."The Cartago?" Curtis asked, remembering the time Lucius took him there."The Cartago..." Lucius responded proudly."We would love to go to the best restaurant in the world, but everyone knows it's also the most exclusive in the world," Wester questioned."You have to be a Joseph Stanton to get in there," Payton asserted.Lucius smiled and looked down with a smug grin.He took Curtis by the shoulders an
Curtis got up and twisted his neck from side to side to make it crack. It didn't take long for him to realize that his lip was split, and a few drops of blood were slowly oozing from it.Carson opened his eyes wide as he saw that he had made Curtis bleed.A second of uncomfortable silence filled the room as Rebeca Hemerson wanted to run away from that place.Curtis touched his lips with his fingers and could see his own blood."That was a good hit," Curtis said, smiling.Carson didn't expect Curtis to hit him back twice as hard and with pinpoint accuracy.Curtis' blow was so strong that it threw Carson against the door of his office.Curtis seized the moment to grab him by the shoulders and then push his head against the glass again.Curtis' arms were like a pair of wrecking balls pressing Carson forcefully against the glass, not allowing him to move.Carson's cheek was losing its shape as his face was crushed against the door."Mr. Curtis... let him go," Rebeca pleaded, feeling scare
"Look at how that animal left you," Beth said as she looked at her son Carson lying on a bed in the clinic where they were treating his wounds.Carson lay there as a treatment to relieve his pain slowly entered his veins.Amber was there as his faithful wife, cleaning his wounds herself with a damp cloth."Can you stop doing that?" Beth complained, briefly stepping out of her role as a concerned mother."I'm just cleaning my husband's wounds," Amber exclaimed."We pay a lot of money to professional nurses for that," Beth said, rolling her eyes slightly in disdain and giving Amber a scornful look."At least I'm doing something productive," Amber whispered as she turned away from Beth."What did you say, useless parasite?" Beth shouted to offend Amber. "I'm here, my nerves shattered, watching how that animal Curtis left my son."Baxter immediately intervened to restrain Beth, who had lost control."Calm down, or they'll throw you out of the room. Carson needs to rest," Baxter said, grip
"Get out of here!" yelled Beth like crazy as Baxter held her.Curtis just shook his hands to get rid of the coffee dripping all over his body. His clothes were soaked in hot coffee.But Curtis didn't care about the pain of that hot drink burning his skin. For him, it was much more painful to watch everyone reject him for what he had done."You're a miserable parasite and you'll never be up to our standards. It doesn't matter that you're the heir. To me, you're still a pauper," shouted Beth, who didn't stop insulting Curtis."I think it's better if you leave, Curtis," said Baxter."Yes, Curtis. It's for the best. Go back to the mansion," suggested Amber."Who the hell do you think you are to have an opinion in this discussion?" shouted Beth, addressing Amber, "you're just a damn maid who took advantage of my son's stupidity."Curtis felt a strong rage seeing how Beth insulted Amber. He clenched his fists so hard, so hard that even his nails dug into the skin of his palms and made him b
The next day, Curtis woke up much earlier than the rest of the people in the mansion. He went straight to the garden and sat there to contemplate the pool in complete solitude.He loved having some peace, and the silence was undisturbed. Only the chirping of birds could be heard in the distance, accompanying the sunrise."Good morning, Mr. Curtis. Would you like something to eat?" Alfred asked, arriving unexpectedly and breaking the lovely silence."Good morning, Alfred. Have Carson and Beth returned yet?" Curtis asked, lifting himself slightly from the chair."I'm afraid not, sir," Alfred said with the firmness characteristic of a butler."It's very strange. Baxter said over the phone that it was just a minor thing and they would be back home yesterday.""I only know they haven't returned, Mr. Curtis.""Don't worry, Alfred. Please just bring me a glass of orange juice," Curtis ordered and pondered Carson's health.Alfred returned after a few minutes with an exquisite glass of orange
"You can leave this mansion calmly in handcuffs, or you can leave forcibly subdued by a police officer. The decision is yours," said Inspector Ascanio, leaning forward slightly. "Neither. There's no need for handcuffs or brute force. I'll accompany you without any resistance," Curtis stood up and prepared to accompany Inspector Ascanio. "Very clever of you," the inspector praised Curtis's willingness and also stood up to leave for the county jail. Curtis fastened the button of his elegant suit and pointed to the exit with his hand, being very polite and refined. While Curtis was being arrested at the Stanton mansion, the clinic where Carson died was in chaos. The news had leaked to the press, and all the journalists were fighting to get some information. Even the police were forced to intervene to prevent these reporters from harassing the Stanton family. Ámbar cried inconsolably in the waiting room where she was forced to stay. Baxter accompanied her at the back of the room, an
"It's nothing personal, Curtis," the prisoner said, cracking his knuckles after hitting Curtis with all his strength. "They threatened to kill us if we didn't beat you up," the other prisoner explained, returning to his bunk. Curtis lay on the floor after receiving a severe beating. His body was sore, and he could barely move. "D-don't... Don't worry," Curtis said with effort, coughing in pain. "I don't blame you." At that moment, Curtis began to recall all the moments he had lived in the Stanton mansion and all the bad decisions that had led him to that place. He wondered what would have happened if he had never retaliated against Carson's blow. He closed his eyes and deeply regretted Carson's death. Surely Joseph and he were insulting him from beyond at that precise moment. For a second, Curtis hated himself deeply. "Forgive me, Joseph, please," Curtis said with great emotion as a tear escaped from his eyes. A small family gathering had gathered in the clinic to mourn Carson'