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
Linda Chwe paced back and forth in her dimly lit, cramped apartment, her grip on her phone tightening with disbelief as she read Drake's will, publicly posted by DearBeck Co."I can't believe he left nothing for me!" she grumbled, her frustration evident in her tone."He donated millions to an orphanage? I need money more than these people!" she exclaimed. "He left 50 million dollars to Eleanor and another 20 million dollars to Rebecca? How could he do this?"Linda's eyes gleamed with a wild and desperate hunger as she contemplated the wealth her late son had left to her relatives, while she was left with nothing."Well, everything in Eleanor's hands will soon be mine," she declared with a cold determination, clutching the custody agreement tightly in her trembling hand. Her motivation was far from love or care; it was the fortune her son had left behind. Linda, a struggling gambling addict, saw her son's wealth as a lifeline, pulling her back into the world of casinos, the thrill of
"Yahoo! WOW, THIS CAR IS INCREDIBLE!" Linda exclaimed in excitement as she experienced the luxury of driving such a sleek vehicle for the first time. She felt triumphant, thinking she had outwitted an oblivious young man with wealth.She quickly headed to a car dealership to sell the car for cash. Her hands were itching to get back to playing cards at the casino."Damn, Linda, where did you get this?" Jennifer, Linda's friend and a sales representative at the car dealership, asked."Just from a wealthy fool," Linda replied with a sly grin."Are you sure this is legal? Where are the documents for this?" Jennifer asked, raising an important question."Papers? It was given to me... maybe it's inside?" Linda hesitated."Linda, my friend, assets like this can't be handled so casually," Jennifer advised, shaking her head. "Hurry, return it or ask for a proper handover.""But I don't even know that fool's name," Linda admitted."Then the fool is you! How could you just take it without thinki
In Eleanor's dimly lit room, she continued to weep, sitting on the floor with her back against the door."She must be lying," she whispered to herself, desperately trying not to believe Linda's words, but she couldn't shake the thought."My brother, Drake... he suffered so much because of me. He almost died because of me. He wouldn't do that to a stranger, someone not related to him."Eleanor lifted her head and fixed her gaze on the picture frame on her side table. It was a photo of her and Drake, taken during her hospitalization, both of them smiling.She asked herself, "Why did he need to take care of me then?"Staring at the photo, the room's silence and darkness only intensified her emotions. She snapped out of her reverie when she heard Drake's door close, a sign that her brother had finally retreated to his room to rest.Eleanor cautiously took her phone and slipped out of her room. She cast a quick glance at Aunt Ling's room, ensuring she wouldn't be discovered, before leaving
Ten years had passed, yet the dream of earning a sextillion coins remained elusive. Time slipped away unnoticed as Drake immersed himself in the relentless pursuit of money to settle his debts. Only too late did he realize the true cost of his singular focus.Seated in his office, absorbed in his tasks, Drake was jolted from his concentration by the ringing of his phone. Glancing at the caller's ID, he recognized his sister Eleanor's number. With a resigned sigh, he answered the call."Hey, Ely," Drake greeted, attempting to sound nonchalant despite his apprehension."Drake, where are you?!" Eleanor's voice crackled with frustration and disappointment."I'm at the office, why?" Drake responded, his heart sinking as he anticipated the conversation that was about to unfold."Seriously? You forgot, didn't you?" Eleanor's incredulous tone pierced through the line.Drake's stomach churned with guilt. "Forgot what?"Eleanor let out an exasperated sigh. "My wedding, Drake! The one I've been
Drake was shocked to learn the truth, his jaws dropping even further when Lucille revealed that he needed to repay the tribute system twofold."Earning sextillion coins is impossible!" he exclaimed."You have to offer it back, or else you'll spend your life paying for it," Lucille replied grimly, exaggerating the explanation to divert Drake's attention away from herself."Damn it. Is this why I can't kill Zack? He cannot die until he pays his debt," Drake said frustratingly, but then he smiled viciously. "But does that mean I can keep him in prison to suffer?""He doesn't change. Good luck," Lucille muttered under her breath, slowly becoming accustomed to Drake's viciousness."What is it?" Drake asked."Nothing. I was just wondering why you came here," she bluntly asked, inwardly worried about the chance of Drake hurting her."What else? To pick you up?" Drake said, grabbing Lucille's hand and looking into her eyes with sincerity. "Lucille, please believe me, what Marianne said was al
Lucille Bmak seized the opportunity to escape when Drake and Rebecca were engrossed in their own conversation.Thinking it was her chance, she began to make her way out. However, unbeknownst to her, she was trapped in a labyrinth from which only Zack, Rebecca, and Drake could find their way out."What the hell is this place?" she muttered to herself as she continued downwards in an attempt to escape, but the path seemed endless."Aah!" she screamed as someone suddenly yanked her back."You're new here? There's nothing above your head yet," the female said, her tone cautious and discreet. “I got the ability to see other users status and progress. You're still fresh. Save yourself!”"What? I don't belong here. Do you know the exit?" Lucille asked, sensing no hostility from the girl."Go up instead of down," the girl replied honestly."Really? But why aren't you leaving?" Lucille inquired."I'm weak, but I can't die. You should be careful. Let go of the system as soon as possible while i
Lucille Bmak had prepared herself for this inevitable day.She knew all too well that her peaceful days would come to an end as long as Zack White and Drake Chwe existed.However, despite her thorough preparation, she couldn't shield her heart from the viciousness that Zack and Drake displayed towards her.The constant hostility from both men exhausted her heart and mind, leaving her unable to display any emotion upon seeing Drake, whose presence made her heart throb, or Zack, whose mere presence sent shivers down her spine."Damn you! Damn your luck!" Zack White growled in frustration, his anger palpable as he longed to inflict harm upon Lucille.He yelled and pounded on the barrier as if he desired nothing more than to tear Lucille apart, but what frustrated him even more was the nonchalant expression on Lucille's face."Do you think you'll escape me for imprisoning me for three years? I'll torture you every second of the day!" he threatened."So foolish," Lucille commented, further
Drake Chwe hurried to find Lucille. He strode past the long underground passage, paying little heed to the torture cell, laboratories, and whatever bizarre occurrences filled each room. As long as Lucille wasn't there, Drake's focus remained undeterred."Where the hell are you?" he muttered exasperatedly to himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached the final room at the end of the underground complex. Taking a deep breath, he swung open the door, only for his eyes to widen in shock at the sight of his lover bound by chains."Lucille!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to free her, but his efforts proved futile."Drake, long time no see," Lucille greeted casually, her gaze devoid of emotion as if she had just woken up from a nap."Hang on a little longer. I'll free you soon," he promised, frantically rummaging through his bag for any tool that might help, but none did the trick."Damn it!" he cursed in frustration, realizing he couldn't access his trusted system in a time of
Zack sported a victorious grin, his eyes locked onto Drake with the same intensity Drake once aimed at him from within the torture cell. His lips curled as he relished the sweet taste of turning the tables."It'll be better if we suffer together. You know, I didn't plan to torment you for just three years," Zack said, closing the distance between them. "Let's make it forever," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace.His grin widened as he observed Drake's expression darken. However, standing closer to Drake proved to be a mistake."Oh, damn it," Zack cursed, blood bubbling up as he collapsed to the ground."All talk, huh?" Drake snorted, a twisted smirk forming on his lips as he pressed his foot onto Zack's face. "Your only shot at survival was staying locked away. Why set yourself free?""What's happening?" Zack grunted in agony, attempting to extract the knife lodged in his side, but it remained stubbornly embedded in his flesh."Can't you recognize these?" Drake sneered, with
Thanks to Merlyn, Drake finally learned where Lucille had been taken. He instructed Merlyn to locate her using his device, unaware that she would succumb to a heart attack afterward, much like the way he deceived and threatened Natasha into her demise."Code blue! Code blue! Room 203!" a nurse frantically announced.Medical staff rushed to Merlyn Spenser's side, the monitor next to her bed blaring with the alarming sound of a code blue. Doctors and nurses swarmed into the room, their faces etched with urgency as they converged around Merlyn's bed. The room was filled with the sound of rapid footsteps and the clatter of medical equipment."Goodbye, Merlyn. Thank you for your help," Drake coldly muttered as he casually walked out of the ICU, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over him."Why Canman, though?" he wondered, glancing at the address Merlyn had provided. "This doesn't sound good."He immediately hopped into his car and drove to Canman, Zack White’s hometown. Arriving the
When faced with a choice between life and death, the decision might seem obvious to most. Yet, Lucille Bmak's response was anything but expected. Though she typically valued her own survival above all else, this time she made a different choice."F*ck you!" Lucille spat defiantly, refusing to entertain whatever offer Zack White had in store. Having fallen into Drake's traps before, she was adamant about not allowing herself to be ensnared by another chain, even if it meant facing death."This is the last time I'm asking you. Listen to me, or—" Zack seethed, tightening his grip around her neck."I don't care! Kill me!" Lucille exclaimed, though her body trembled with fear. Summoning a forced smile, she added, "You've repeated yourself three times now. You sound like the one who needs me.""Who needs who?" Zack White yelled, his fury palpable. Despite his rage, he found himself unable to carry out Lucille's demise.Rebecca, the veteran user of the system, who had once bestowed favors up
Inside Lucille's house, the dimly lit corridors exuded an eerie aura as Zack White prowled through them, his presence ominous and foreboding. His eyes gleamed with a dark resolve as he approached Lucille's study, his heart pulsing with venomous intent."Finally... the moment I've been waiting for," he whispered to himself. He tried to be as quiet as possible so that no one could detect him."I'll kill you once I'm done with my task," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Despite the vigilant guards stationed at every corner of Lucille's house, Zack's movements remained undetected. He used a system device to camouflage himself through the guards.Peering into the study, he observed Lucille seated at her desk, completely absorbed in her work, unaware of his presence. Zack's lips curled into a sneer as he watched her, memories of past torment flooding his mind."You thought you could hide from me, Lucille. But I always find my prey," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "How dar