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'
A sudden rain began to fall over the city, soaking everything in its path. Some people took it as God's tears mourning the death of Carson Stanton, while for others, it was merely the onset of the cold winter.Two burly men guarded a gigantic door behind them. They were dressed very elegantly in completely identical black suits.The door they guarded was truly massive. It measured ten meters high and five meters wide, and behind that door lay the Ballmer mansion with all its luxuries.These burly men took shelter from the rain under a small roof at the top of the door. They were there twenty-four hours a day.From a distance, they could see a man approaching slowly, walking in the pouring rain."Do you think he's a threat?" one of the men asked."I don't know. He's alone and doesn't seem very strong," the other man said, "it's better to wait for him to arrive and see what he wants."The stranger in the rain approached closer and closer until they could finally see his face.It was Luc
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Charles Ballmer as he looked at the document Lucius placed in front of him to be signed.For a mafioso like Charles, having a corporation like the Stantons to cover his crimes was an incredible advantage. It was the most feasible way to expand his shady businesses to other countries."You just have to sign here, and you'll have all the right in the world to freely trade with Stanton Corporation," said Lucius, placing the pen in front of him.Without hesitation, Charles Ballmer stamped his signature on the document, now equipped with a very important tool to become an international mafioso. All ships and trade routes were at his disposal."And now what?" asked Charles Ballmer, handing the pen back to Lucius."The first thing you need to do is to keep your word and get Curtis out of jail.""That's not a problem, Lucius.""Very well. I will go to court to make this document public, and then it will have all the validity in the world, even when Curtis loses his