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
In the spacious, minimalistic penthouse, Drake Chwe peacefully sipped tea while watching the sunrise from his indoor garden. He had strangely woken up early, even though he'd fallen asleep late after drinking."Drake.""Oh, good morning, Aunt Ling," he greeted."Good morning too," she responded with a smile, glad to see Drake finally relaxing. "Anyway, can I wake Eleanor up? She has an early schedule at school today.""Sure," he nodded. "Hmm, why my room?"Aunt Ling paused, even before turning the knob of Drake's room."Huh? She's not in her room, so I thought she slept with you.""No, she went to bed earlier than me," Drake said, placing his cup down and also checking on Eleanor's room. "Where did she go?"Anxiety instantly gnawed at them both. Aunt Ling immediately ran around the house, checking all the rooms.Meanwhile, Drake took out his phone and checked Eleanor's transaction history, which was connected to his phone."Taxi? Police? Hotel?" he read the transaction recipients alou
In the wide plains just outside the bustling urban area of Magrao City, Drake had purchased several hectares of land to serve as his sister's final resting place. It was a vast expanse of land, resembling a serene meadow with just a single villa and a glass garden situated at its center.Still deep in mourning for their loss, they gently laid Eleanor on a bed of flowers at the heart of the wide glass garden.Drake, overwhelmed by grief, couldn't help but ponder, "Why won't you help Ely, like you've always helped me?" He persistently tapped the holographic screen of the system, desperately hoping for a response that would bring his sister back to life.However, no matter how fervently he pleaded, the system remained obstinately silent, and the miniature temple failed to materialize, dashing his hopes.Gazing at his sister's pallid face, he commented, "You look so beautiful, Ely. It would be even more prettier if you could smile for me."The aesthetics of the flowers and the garden fail