Jeremy at the moment knows Raymond is indirectly making mockery of him, but he decided to pretend as if nothing is happening.He smiled at Raymond again and said.“ Even though I don't understand, but I know it's a very good position and you worked so hard to get it, and I'm so happy for you”Raymond cheek raised even more.“You can say that again my friend.”however he couldn't help but ask.“ Jeremy, what brings you here today?”Jeremy knows Raymond was definitely going to ask, and he knows what is coming next, but this time he's going to tell him the truth so he can shut him up quickly.“Well, I'm here for–”Jeremy tried to answer, but Raymond started talking again. “Wait, don't tell me! I think I know why you're here. You must be applying for that new security guard job that just opened up, right?”He looked at Jeremy curiously, and seeing the shock look on his face, he knew he got it right.Raymond at that moment started laughing.“I can't believe it! Jeremy wants to get a securi
"Yes,I can see that,"Jeremy forced a smile, grudgingly acknowledging Raymond's display of bravado. Though years had passed, Raymond love for showing off had remained steadfast, a frustratingly familiar trait. Raymond patted Jeremy's shoulder, his air of superiority obvious. "Don't worry, you won't have to compete," he said, his voice dripping with smugness. "I'm sure my project will impress the boss, and when he asks me what I want, I'll make sure to mention your name. That way, you'll get the job and finally experience the luxury you've only dreamed about." Jeremy suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that Raymond had always been quick to boast. Just then, Raymond caught sight of Jefferson making his way towards them. His expression shifted from cocky to apprehensive as he quickly excused himself from the conversation. "I'd better go. It's not a good idea to be seen talking when I should be working," he said, his tone hurried and a little anxious. As he hurried away, it
In the heart of the Kaiden mansion, the old man fumed, his face flushed with anger. "What's the hold-up?" he demanded, his voice booming with frustration. "I'm expecting a raid from those damn Nathaniels any minute now. Why aren't they making their move?" he bellowed, spinning to face his men, Bradley included, who stood nervously before him.The air in the room was tense, the undercurrent of panic was obvious. Bradley stepped forward, his demeanor respectful but uneasy."We've had no reports of any activity from the Nathaniels, sir," he said, his voice low and steady. "Perhaps they are biding their time, or waiting for the right opportunity to strike."The Kaiden patriarch's scowl deepened. "Or perhaps they are simply cowards," he growled. "They think they can best us by waiting, by outsmarting us. They are wrong.""We must be vigilant, sir," Bradley urged, doing his best to temper his boss's anger. "If they are planning something, we must be ready to defend ourselves.""You're damn
Just then Martins walked in.as he stepped into the gruesome scene, the old man smile widened. "Ah, my wayward grandson," he greeted, his voice dripping with false warmth. "You arrive just in time to witness a demonstration of loyalty."Martins' eyes darted around the room, taking in the pool of blood that surrounded the lifeless body of Zeus, the cold, impassive faces of the gathered men, and Bradley's blood-soaked hands. His fear was evident in the tremble of his voice as he spoke."What's happening here?"The oldan's smile only widened at the sight of Martins' fear, his cruel amusement was obvious in the air. "I trust you've heard of Edward Baron's death," he said, his voice like poisoned honey. "We cannot tolerate such disloyalty within our ranks. Bradley has dealt with the problem...decisively."Martins swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the bloody knife still clutched in Bradley's hand. He could feel the weight of the his grandfather's judgment bearing down on him, a stark remind
As Jeremy entered the board room, the air crackled with excitement. The gathered employees stood to greet him, their eyes fixed on his face with a mixture of awe and curiosity. For the first time, their new CEO was not hidden behind the veil of a mask, and they could fully take in his features."He's so handsome," one whispered, her voice a breathless sigh."He looks single," another murmured, her eyes gleaming with admiration."He's his father's spitting image," a third observed, their words cascading in a wave of hushed whispers.Yet, as the whispers swirled around the room, a note of confusion entered the murmurs."He doesn't look that rich," one puzzled employee remarked, her voice barely audible over the others. "His outfit is so simple.""Maybe he's trying to be modest," another ventured. "He is the son of the great Nathaniel after all. He must be loaded."But despite the speculation, Jeremy remained calm, his expression unreadable as he took his seat at the head of the table, h
The board room was abuzz with a nervous energy as the employees, high and low ranking alike, waited with bated breath for Jeremy to arrive. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the occasional rustle of papers or murmur of hushed whispers.Finally, the door swung open, and Jeremy strode into the room, his presence commanding the attention of all. He moved with an air of quiet confidence, his steps measured and purposeful, his eyes scanning the sea of faces before him.Raymond's expression contorted into one of shock and disbelief as the door opened and Jeremy entered the room. His eyes widened, his jaw slackening as he struggled to process the scene unfolding before him.Leaning in to the senior staff in front of him, he whispered frantically, "Where's the CEO?"The staff member shot him a look of disdain, their voice low and sharp. "That's him, are you blind?" they hissed, their tone dripping with sarcasm.Raymond's cheeks flushed, his face burning with
Martins had not been thrilled with his grandfather's decision to make Bradley, a stranger, a co-heir to the family fortune. He felt slighted, betrayed even, that his grandfather would choose to share his legacy with someone without a connection to their family."Please, Grandfather, give me more time," Martins begged. "I'll prove myself worthy of being the heir of the Kaiden family."But the older man's face remained implacable, his eyes cold and distant. "The same way your father pleaded before he died in an operation against the Tiger Willows?" he spat. "You're just like him, good for nothing!"Martins' heart sank at his grandfather's harsh words, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew there was no use arguing with the older man, not when his mind was already made up, but he was too late.Martins, seething with anger, shot back, "If you're as powerful as you claim, why haven't you faced the Tiger Willows and killed them yourself?"The older man's face contorted with a twisted smi
Martin's tone was skeptical as he turned to face James. "How can you be certain of your information?" he asked, his words dripping with disdain. "For all we know, you might be guessing because you feel she's successful and the Nathaniels are," Bradley's sharp tongue cut Martin deeper than any blade as he spoke with verbal onslaught. "This is why your grandfather says you are useless," he scoffed. "You don't think before you talk, and now you're trying to drag others into your incompetence."The old man's laughter filled the room, causing Martin's self-esteem to plummet even further. "That was the perfect response for a fool!" he chortled, slapping his knee as he laughed with mirth.The young men stared at each other, their faces hard and their eyes like coals in the dim light of the room. Martin's face burned with shame and rage, while Bradley's was a mask of cold, calculating disdain."If you can't trust my intelligence, Martin, then maybe you should just stay out of this," Bradley