An old electric fan spun overhead in a room that was not more than forty square meters large. It was the only source of ventilation against that stuffy, humid air of summer.A man and a woman lay on a crumbled bed in the center of the room. That’s actually a hospital. A general hospital, the poorest hospital in the city and that’s what Khloe could afford.The woman Khloe Walter, never imagined that the handsome tall man she fell in love with and married could turn out to be so sick and bedridden.With water eyes she caressed his body as he lay helplessly on the bed. When she looked at Quincy bitterness struck her and tears rolled down her cheeks.Quincy Stone, a fearless man now like a dead vegetable. She truly love Quincy, but she might have to divorce him.She can no longer bear the pressure from her family to divorce her husband.As she laments bitterly, she looked at Quincy, his head was slightly titled. His handsome face looked blank and dull while he drooled uncontrollably as if

At the Walter’s family banquet, two generations of descendants gathered. The table was filled with delicacies from land and seas. Everyone looking glamourous, dressed in expensive designer clothes.Deborah Walter, wore an eighty thousand Dollars Dolce and Gabbana latest season’s strapless gown. On her neck was a diamond necklace worth thousands of dollars. And also a diamond earring. Her wrist watch is a custom made Apple wrist watch. Talk about class, that’s the definition of Deborah Walter.The atmosphere was very joyous. And everyone raised their glasses to drink and enjoy the happy atmosphere.However, in the mist of the enjoyment on the other side of the table, was a destitute young woman with her three year old girl by the side. She was neatly dressed just like every other person except that her clothes and that of her daughter was nothing of class. She was dressed in a red floral gown. A gown she got from a second hand market. She had no earrings on, she matched the clothes wit

“Say what! Kubus! That notorious gangster in Gatto Republic. You know, the guy no one messes with and lives to tell the tale?”Lord Walter’s request was clearly just a cruel trick to put Khloe in a terrible spot.Kim, Khloe's mom, totally flipped out about her daughter even meeting Kubus, let alone asking for an old piece of land. “No, Father, that’s too risky! What if something awful happens to Khloe?” she cried.Deborah put on a fake, concerned face. “Aunt Kim, it’s totally fine if she doesn’t want to go. But you and your family can kiss any hope of ever getting back into the family good graces goodbye for the rest of your lives.”At that, Khloe and her parents went ghostly pale. Khloe was totally stuck. Her dad, Hector, couldn’t hold back his tears.Then Quincy quietly squeezed her hand and whispered, “Khloe, take the deal.”She pretended not to hear him and picked up Ashley, who was totally zonked and looked like she was about to tumble off the chair. Khloe gently settled the littl

"Say what! A cat meows," Penelope scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I’d really like to see you pull that off. By the way, do you know where Charles is taking us for dinner tonight? It’s the third floor of Cubana. A piece of garbage like you couldn’t get into a fancy restaurant like that even if you worked nonstop for the rest of your life."Kimberly's eyes lit up with excitement. "The third floor of Cubana? Only Golden Members can book a table there!" Cubana was one of the most expensive restaurants in Malafania Republic. You had to spend more than fifteen million on one bill just to get a membership.Lord Walter was the only person in their entire family who had a Golden Member card there. If you wanted floors higher than the third, you had to spend even more crazy money.Penelope glanced at Quincy and sneered, "Quincy, this is the difference between you and Charles. Seriously, what gives you the confidence to still hang around Khloe?""Penelope, stop talking to this useless dead vegetable.

—Ringing—The persistent ringing of the telephone woke Quincy up from his sleep. He looked at the window of his small room and saw it wasn’t even four o’clock yet. Groaning, he reached over to grab the phone.He didn't bother checking the caller ID. "Hello, who is this?""It’s Lord Walter," came the stern voice. "Quincy, I told Khloe to get the land back from Kubus, not to trade it so Deborah’s property would be seized! What exactly happened? You and Khloe need to be at the family house before nine o’clock this morning. Do you understand?"The tone alone made Quincy sit bolt upright in bed. He was confused by how impossible it was to ever please the Walter family. "We will be there at nine this morning!" he said and hung up.He looked at Khloe. Neither the phone ringing nor the conversation had woken her up; she must be exhausted. Sitting on the bed, he started wondering how to make Khloe’s birthday memorable. Since Lord Walter's tone suggested more trouble was brewing, should he take