Edward’s gaze turned dark, “You lie, loser. I just signed a new deal with Mr. Enzo Mancini. And my company’s market value has increased. Whoever told you I sold my company is a liar and a loser.” Emily, unsure of what to do next, nodded in agreement. “I can see you are Jealous, she left me for you. Let’s be honest, what can you offer? Can you get her an invitation to an exclusive event?” “I can get her as many invitations as she wants, just name it.” “Stop bluffing, Asher,” Emily muttered. Edward paused and sneered. “Let’s make a bet then since you claimed you can.” “Since you called me a loser, you shouldn’t be afraid of me.” To Edward, it was impossible for Asher to get an invite from the top prominent families in the city. “Sure, I am not scared. You have nothing, my family are among the prominent families in town.” He bawled. “There is an exhibition coming up soon in the south city, it’s being held by the Simpson’s. If you get yourself an Invite, I will make sure I give you

Olivia held her father’s arm, “Dad, he saved us from being kidnapped.” She whispered.She began to explain how the incident unfolded, from how they were attacked to how Asher saved them.Mr. Simpson was shocked to hear his children were almost kidnapped. Could this be a mere coincidence? Asher was standing before Mr Simpson. He shifted his gaze towards his son, who gave him a light nod. His expression softened, as an appreciative smile crossed his face.He approached Asher, extending his hand forward. Asher reciprocated, as the men shook hands firmly. “I can’t thank you enough, You have done more than I could have ever expected. You just saved my kids from danger,” he said, his voice deep and warm with gratitude.Asher nodded Politely. “I was just in the right place at the right time.”Mr. Simpson shook his head, “No, you risked your life for them. That’s no small feat. You have my deepest thanks. You are a man of honour.”“It’s nothing, Really. I was just doing what anyone in my po

The room fell into a deep silence for a moment, the tension was palpable. The billionaires around him leaned forward as whisperings erupted in the room. Their eyes gleamed with greed and ambition, one by one, they began to bid and just as each one of them started, the price rose. “$60 million!” A voice said from behind.“$80 million!” Pablo Zuko, the CEO of Zick Enterprises spoke out, he was no stranger to the auction worldJust as the bidding continued, Asher watched the people; he had no intention of getting involved in the bidding war; it wasn’t his style. He didn’t feel like playing the game the way everyone was doing, throwing money around like it was nothing. “$100 million.” “$120 million!’The auctioneer raised his brow and glanced around. “Do I get any $150 million?” Whispers were heard from the guest, as their eyes scanned around for anyone. “$150 million!” Asher raised his card; the room seemed paused as if everything had come to a halt. Heads turned towards him, murmu

Asher’s expression was neutral, “There are no rule that stated who should be here and who shouldn’t. I believe once you have the money, you can be at any auction event to purchase what you find fit for whatever you wish.” Pablo took a step forward, standing an inch away from Asher. “Listen to me, that plot is mine. I don’t care how much you think you have or how much you have paid. You are no match for me, I am Pablo Zuko. You don’t know anything about handling land like that.” He spat, his words laced with arrogance.“If I don’t know anything about handling a plot, I know better than to be desperate to secure one,” Asher replied, as his cold gaze met with Pablo’s stern expression.A smug smile crept onto Pablo’s face, “I will make it easy for you. Write me a number, any number, and I will make sure you are taken care of.” He offered Asher a blank cheque.The organizers exchanged glances and shifted their gaze towards the scene before them.“I am not interested, what you are offering

That night, Edward stood by the window of his room gazing downward. His heart raced, not because of the height but because of the call he missed. Lionel’s voice echoed in his mind, cold and menacing. Each word was laced with a venom that sent shivers down his spine. “You have got two days to pay off what you owe, or I will make sure you regret it.” That voice kept ringing in his head. He had heard how Lionel treated people who owed him money, either cutting off their hands or taking something valuable from them. His debts have been stacking up for months, even after the Partnership. He had been unable to recover some money to clear up his debts. Edward’s mind raced, trying to think of something, anything. The thought of his debts was pressing down on him, He knew Lionel’s promise of violence was never an empty threat. He owes him millions of dollars. Lionel had made it clear he wasn’t interested in excuses, the money has to come or Lionel himself would come for him. The call came