The grand event center sparkled with elegance, every detail meticulously arranged for Mr. and Mrs. Jones's 20th-anniversary celebration. They both dressed in matching outfits that screamed wealth and taste.The elegantly attired guests' chatter, the sound of clinking glasses, and the gentle strains of a live orchestra filled the air as the venue came alive. Family and guests gathered around them to hand them their luxurious gifts, and other fancy tokens of the guests' appreciation.“I know you two love jewels so much. Here, this is an imported jewel from Colombia, the Rockefeller Emerald. It is worth six million dollars.”“This is for you and your wife my friend, a cheque of two million dollars.”“Dad, Mom, I bought you guys favorite Chinese tea, Pu’erh Tea. It was rare to find though. This is worth two hundred thousand dollars.”The Joneses were, after all, not just celebrating an anniversary but a life of success and prosperity. Happiness filled their eyes as they were given lots o

Rowland arrived at the Jones Company early that morning, the rain from the previous night still wet through his clothes. He walked into the building, his steps deliberate and slow. He avoided the approving looks from his colleagues by keeping his head down. Rowland was used to being treated like dung, especially from the Jones family, who were always reminding him of his lowly station in life. However, something felt off today; there was an odd tension in the air.After getting his cleaning supplies, he headed to the janitorial closet. His thoughts were elsewhere, with the word "Master" resounding in his mind as he considered the enigmatic card he had been given at the hospital. Who could have sent it? How come it was intended for him? He shook his head, attempting to ignore the ideas. It was time to get back to work. His task for the day was to remain focused and persevere.As usual, Rowland began scrubbing the floors in the corridor outside the senior management offices with great

The rain had stopped, but the streets glistened with moisture, reflecting the dim light of the streetlamps. His thoughts were filled with questions and emotions. Could this actually be happening? The car came to a halt as the gates automatically swung open, and they drove down a long, manicured driveway lined with tall oak trees. The moment Rowland saw the Fence Family mansion clearly, his breath caught in his throat. It was huge, with a wide balcony supported by tall pillars that made it resemble a palace rather than a house. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in his life. The vehicle came to a stop in front of the main entrance. Edward held the door open for Rowland as he, Daniel, and Marcus got out first. "Master Rowland, this way," Edward said, bending slightly. Rowland paused for a moment before stepping outside, feeling the weight of his wet clothes and the cool night air. The enormous wooden doors opened as they arrived at the entrance. Rowland was astounded by what

“What?! This cannot be true.” Rowland's heart was pounding in his chest as he walked up the grand driveway of the Jones mansion, looking tattered to avoid suspicion. Despite the sensation of a heavy weight dragging him down with every step, he persisted, mentally reliving the message he had received. "Amaya accepted Clinton's marriage proposal."For a moment, he wondered if it was a cruel joke or a misunderstanding. But for him to see the truth in her eyes, he needed to hear it from her.As he got closer to the entry, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach. The mansion towered over him, its lavish exterior a sharp contrast to the chaos he was experiencing within. His footsteps echoed on the floor as he entered, and the grandiosity of the house did nothing to calm his racing heart.The grand parlor, a palatial space with expensive artwork hanging on the walls and gilded furniture, was the gathering place for the Jones family. Amaya was sitting on Clinton's lap with her head leaning

“What?! They did that to you? Mrs. Fence's nostrils flared, her anger barely contained. "That family has no idea who they are messing with. If I make just one call, the family's finances will be completely destroyed by the end of the week!" It was clear from their remarks that Mr. and Mrs. Fence disapproved of Rowland's courtroom humiliation. It was Mr. Fence who finally spoke from his silent spot by the window. "Son, I know you want to exact revenge, but why hold off? At this point, you can destroy them. All of the power is at your disposal. You do not have to conceal yourself behind this... front." Rowland stayed put, his jaw clenched. "This is personal, Father. I do not want them to only know my true identity. I want them to feel the weight of their own stupidity, the agony of seeing someone they thought was beneath them soar to heights they can only imagine." With pride and concern in her eyes, Mrs. Fence folded her arms and gazed at her son. "And precisely how are you g