"What's with the smile? Give us the information already!" Mrs. Freya bellowed frustratedly, genuinely tired of the suspense feeling like it was a scene from a movie.Pietro and Bruce raised their heads slowly, everyone's eyes fixed on them, and it felt like the world had stopped when Bruce started."Mr. Harry, you got..." He paused, and almost everyone swallowed a gulp of saliva, waiting for him to complete his sentence."A total of twenty-five votes, and Mr. Damon got a total of five votes. It's a landslide victory for Mr. Harry," he finally announced, and the room erupted in a roar. Harry couldn't help but smile as the hall filled up with murmurs and shouts while Scarlet wore a broad smile as she watched the entire staff cheer for Harry's win.Mr. Damon slouched in his chair, gasping for breath and his eyes fixed on his staff who were joyously celebrating Harry's victory. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he bowed his head in pure embarrassment, feeling mortified by the scene
Mr. Damon sat alone in his car, still amazed by how he was played and betrayed even by his wife. He had thought she had let it slide, but no, she didn't, and she just used it against him. He wasn't entirely worked up over her actions since, even if she had voted, he still wouldn't have won."Those lowlifes!" he seethe in his car as the scene of Harry winning over him flashed in his face.He sat still, buried in his thoughts, pondering how their next shipment would have to discharge its products since the hotel information was leaked. He swallowed his saliva to calm his nerves, knowing that once their impending shipment came in, he would become ten times richer than before.A satisfied smirk formed across his face as he thought about it. "He will certainly pay," he murmured.The sound of the door creaking open jolted Mr. Damon from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Benson."Sir!" Benson bowed as he settled into the driver's seat."Sir, any orders? Harry can't take over the company
“How did you know my daughter?” Ms. Oct inquired.“That’s not important, but if you insist, she's an investor, and we had a deal at a certain time,” he replied, tossing his agreement with Scarlet to her mother.“No! She would never invest in anybody!” She shrieked.“What happened? There's something you're not telling me,” she shot Mr. Damon a cold glare.“Nothing much, she's just been manipulated by Harry,” he replied politely.“Harry?” She raised her brows, confused.“Harry Luciano!” Mr. Damon added to make it much clear.“Tazio?” She raised her gaze to him, and he nodded slowly while wondering why she was surprised upon hearing Tazio's name. Some things aren't adding up about the family.“Like I said earlier, I don't do deals; I maintain beauty,” she quickly composed herself upon noticing Mr. Damon was observing her reactions closely.“But I'll only make a deal with you if you can take everything from her,” she added.“That would only be possible if you cooperate with me,” he replie
“What's up with this traffic?” Mr. Damon sighed Frustratedly as he reclined back in his seat.“I don't know, probably the reckless drivers doing their thing,” Benson sighed. They had been stuck in traffic for about thirty minutes, and Mr. Damon was already getting frustrated.“Sir, what if…” Benson hesitated for a moment, uncertain of what he wanted to say.“What if what?”“I've been thinking for a while now, what if you convince Ms. Oct to invest in the company so as to take back all the shares,” he suggested, stealing a look at Mr. Damon through the side mirror.“That would be hard. I think we can hold off until our shipment comes in. Damian agreed to be covered with discreet workers,” he replied, not convinced by the suggestion."Exactly why I said that. Putting all stops into a basket is risky. Why not play two games at once?" Benson added and turned the ignition as the traffic began to dissipate so he moved with the pace slowly hoping the road became free."Two games? What do you
At the Archer's mansion, The dining was set and filled with different dishes as every one of the Archer were present digging into their meal. Mr. Damon and his family were having breakfast when Benson walked in.“Oh, good morning Boss,” he bowed.“Ben, how are you doing? It's been really long since you brought me Russian cakes,” Mrs. Freya teased, causing Benson to smile.“Oh, when next I return home, I'll get you one,” he replied with a soft smile.“Not one, at least two. it's been a long time,” “Okay, honey, I'll get going. I'll see you all when I come back,” Mr. Damon pulled his chair backwards and made his way out with Benson.“Have a nice day, ma,” Benson bowed to Mrs. Freya before following Mr. Damon closely.Once they were outside Mr Damon adjusted his clothes and turned to Benson.“How did it go?” Mr. Damon asked as he settled into the back seat of his car.“It went well. Stanley's loyalty lies in money; he is a money-hungry monster,” Benson retorted.“He should be at Ms. Oct
Mr. Damon's phone began to ring, and he quickly picked it up upon seeing it was Stanley, he had been expecting his call since their last meeting and he held himself not to call so as to be the bigger person."It's been forty-eight hours since I saw you, and now you're calling me.""Where I come from, we call it two days, not how you just said it. I've been running around preparing for what you ordered. It can't happen overnight, can it?" Stanley replied from the other end."I want no mistakes and no traces. I'm tripling it. Three hundred!" Mr. Damon remarked slowly."Oh, you sure know how to make me work hard," Stanley chuckled."The meeting is today, so how is the progress?" Mr. Damon asked, growing impatient with Stanley's small talk. Today was his first official day as a marketing director under Harry in his own company, but he was ready to take it back."I'm not dumb; I can read."Mr. Damon rolled his eyes but calmed himself with a bottle of water on his table."The brake pads in
The cool breeze danced through the air, adding a sense of anticipation to Harry and Archer's collaborative venture.In his office within the warehouse, Mr. Damon sat with his legs casually crossed atop the table, a space lent to him as part of the deal with Ms. Oct.As he absorbed the atmosphere, memories of the previous day at Archer's company flooded his mind—their nervous glances as they hurriedly departed to check on Harry.A satisfied smirk played upon his lips, relishing how smoothly his plan had unfolded.Suddenly, a man's voice jolted him from his thoughts. "Sir, the goods have arrived."Mr. Damon met the messenger's gaze, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension. "And the workers?""Mr. Damian rounded them up," came the response."Excellent!" Mr. Damon grinned.Eager to inspect the shipment, he rose from his chair, but Damian's words halted him. "Are you that eager?""You go ahead; I'll join shortly," he gestured to the man."Who would've thought a shipment could g
In the ward lobby, Scarlet and Jade sat in silence, each consumed by their own grief. They had been there for the past twelve hours, hoping he would wake up but they were still not allowed to see him. Security had tightened up after a breach was explained, preventing their access despite their begging.The doctor in charge entered the lobby, removing his white coat and handing it to his apprentice. "Still here, huh?"Scarlet and Jade slowly raised their heads upon hearing his voice."How is he doing?" Jade's eyes widened with urgency."Has he woken up?" Scarlet pressed, her tone anxious but the doctor kept mute."Why the silence? Talk to us," Scarlet urged as the doctor remained silent.The doctor took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't reveal anything to you except to a Luciano or Mr. Pietro. Where is he?""What the hell do you mean!" Scarlet slammed the table, startling everyone, her eyes blazing with fury and her veins almost popping as she couldn't take sidelining them anymore