Drake's hands were sweaty, and his eyes remained glued to his phone. He messaged his men for the fifth time, anxiously checking their location."Any updates?" he asked."We're still on the move, sir," his hired men replied.Drake clicked his tongue, his patience running thin. He desperately wanted to keep an eye on them using the "Otherworldly CCTV" item on the tribute system, but it required specific location details to function."Why are they taking so long? Should I go out too?" he wondered, but the memory of the danger he faced at the Navi hotel kept him in his penthouse."Boss, they've booked a flight," his men reported."To where?”"Canman."Drake scowled. The only people he knew who might want him dead were the folks at Bellrox Corp. Besides them, he couldn't think of anyone holding a grudge against him or wishing him harm."Merlyn definitely can't afford to hire someone to kill me, and the one who escaped the trial couldn't either. Also, Marcus is in prison now. Who? Who would
At an exclusive country club, Zack White stood on the green, holding a golf club with a calculating smirk on his sharp features as he assessed the hole.Approaching him, Kevin and John, still clad in black suits, delivered a report."We've received the money," Kevin stated.Zack White's eyes narrowed, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he responded, "And?""We're wondering if you want the details," John added."No need," Zack replied, feigning indifference but revealing a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. "What matters is that he's gone."Just as the atmosphere filled with a smug sense of accomplishment, another member of Zack's team, Joanna, rushed over with a pale face and ragged breath."Boss! We've got a problem."Zack White's golf club hovered in mid-air, his eyes narrowed in frustration."What now?" he inquired."It's the authorities! They've raided our warehouses. We had to bail out, and they've confiscated all our assets!"Zack White's initial satisfaction disappeared, repl
In a spacious, minimalist office, Rebecca Luansing was buried in paperwork. Her hands moved as fast as her mouth. She grumbled and cursed at the overwhelming workload, but there was no one to vent to because she was her own boss."Wow, just wow. I've got a boatload of cash, like seriously loads of it! And I have to keep grinding!" she said with sarcasm, speed-reading some accounting reports. "I'm fixing the mess left behind by the past boycott, hunting for new suppliers and manufacturers. I also have to keep up with the public, deal with that crazy witch Linda, and babysit her kids. Man, I'm exhausted, really damn tired."Despite her continuous complaints, she kept on working.The success of DearBeak Co. and Drake's investment had brought such a significant change to her life that she realized she shouldn't complain about it."Excuse me, ma'am," Kian, one of Aunt Beck's executive secretaries, approached her."What?" she responded irritably."Sir Christian Luansing is here."Aunt Beck'
Drake clutched his head in panic, realizing that Linda might have a chance to take his sister."Dying is a bad idea?" he reflected on his own impulsive ideas."Dying is always a bad idea, but you saved yourself from your killers, so it's not that bad of an idea," Aunt Beck stated, finally sitting on the couch. She's still stressed about everything related to Drake."What should we do, then?" Drake asked."O don't know What I did before was give her a small amount of money, but she won't take it anymore because she's now more interested in your money that she might get once she gains custody of Eleanor.""How about Dad? Can he do anything to stop Mom?" Eleanor interjected."Ely, they're separated. I'm sorry, sweetie, but your Dad is too wrapped up in his new family to even bother checking on you," Aunt Beck said honestly. She didn't want to hurt Eleanor, but lying would cause more pain and baseless hope."Does Drake's will not help anymore?""No, in this case. Drake's will can only co
The modern and spacious lobby of DearBeak Co. was abuzz with activity, as employees scurried back and forth, buried in stacks of paperwork and glued to their computers. The ambiance was anything but dull and formal, but that was about to change.A man entered who immediately captured everyone's attention, drawing their eyes like a magnet. Tall and striking, he exuded a confident swagger in his stride. His outfit alone was enough to elicit dropped jaws. Drake, now adopting the persona of "Arnold Cure," had tossed subtlety out the window."Ugh, his clothes are blinding, but why does he pull them off so well?" one employee quipped."He's surprisingly stylish, even if his hot pink suit is a bit much for this office," another chimed in."Who is he, anyway?"Drake, or rather Arnold Cure, sported a hot pink suit that could be spotted from a distance. It was impeccably tailored, hugging his frame as though it were made specifically for him. Each step he took seemed to proclaim his presence, a
Arnold Cure, recently promoted as VP, stood at the head of a long, mahogany table in a luxurious conference room. The DearBeak Co. emblem on the wall behind him radiated importance. "Drake Chwe, you can do this ." he said under his breath.Under his new alias, Drake gathered his team members, each chosen for their unique skills and loyalty. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his gold-framed eyeglasses and began, "Ladies and gentlemen, as the new Vice President of External Affairs, I have some exciting news to share." He pointed to a screen displaying a map of the industry landscape, highlighting their competitor, BellRox Corp. "Our goal is to take DearBeak to the top and challenge BellRox's supremacy."The room buzzed with surprise as his team exchanged glances, struggling to grasp the boldness of the plan. He continued, his voice oozing confidence, "We won't just focus on internal growth but on outperforming BellRox. We'll gain market share, attract business partners, and weaken th
"She's really everywhere," Drake commented.He was surprised to encounter Merlyn Spenser on his way to visit Marcus Lee in prison. What shocked him even more was when Merlyn introduced herself to the jail officer."I'm here to visit Marcus Lee; I'm his girlfriend."The jail officer checked her ID and allowed her to enter, indicating to Drake that this was not Merlyn's first time visiting Marcus."How many men is she dating?" he mused.Drake couldn't help but fixate on the door through which Merlyn had entered, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts."Was I so blinded by love that I didn't see this side of her?" he wondered aloud. "How could she be so flirty and pompous? Has she always used this charm to get what she wanted?"He wrestled with these questions, his feelings of confusion and betrayal growing stronger with each passing moment. The realization that he did not truly know the person he once was close to left him feeling utterly disillusioned."How can I assist you, sir?" the jail of
Drake sat in his sleek blue car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had just arrived at the prestigious hotel, where he was about to meet some of the most prominent figures in the business world, including the revered CEO, Justinbaste."This is my first time meeting people of this caliber. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed," he chanted to himself.Earlier that day, he had left the DearBeck Co. office brimming with confidence and determination. However, as he approached the high-stakes meeting, a torrent of nervousness, doubt, and anxiety clawed at him like a relentless beast."Will they take me seriously?"He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror. His once bold and flashy attire now felt like a burden he couldn't bear. The vibrant tie and the bright golden frame of his glasses, which had seemed so fashionable in the morning, now felt like they were pleading for disapproval."It's so hard to arrange a meeting