"I'll handle this my own way, so don't worry. That person won't get away with it. As for the others, the one we need to watch out for is Ava." Being pulled into the topic of inheritanceby his mother, Robison could already sense the tension in the air. The mention of Ava made him frown; it was a valid concern. "We can't dwell on this too much right now. Grandpa is clearly not happy about it," his mother continued, her voice tinged with worry.Robison didn't mention to his parents that the old man was pretending to be sick. The fewer people who knew about it, the better. He even regretted telling Uriel about it in the first place. If his grandfather found out, he would be aware of the situation and wouldn't let it slide easily. After all, there were some debts in the past that Robison had hoped would stayburied."I know, but things are different now. Just look at Grandpa's attitude; it's uncertain. I'm worried. We were supposed to get our share, and now out of nowhere, Ava and her mot

"I can't take any more time off from work. There's a mountain of tasks piling up, and while my boss has been understanding this time, I can't push my luck," Ava said, stretching lazily on the bed. She glanced at Thomas, feeling a rare sense of fatigue. The long break had thrown her routine completely off balance, and waking up early felt strangely disorienting."Maybe your boss will give you more time off. He was so reasonable last time; he might do it again," Thomas replied, trying to reassure her.Ava listened to him, rolling her eyes playfully as she quickly started tidying up. "Even though our home life is finally settling down, this isn't the time to slack off. Everything else can wait for now, but I need to focus on work. Let's go see our daughter this weekend; I haven't seen him in ages." With those words, her mind was made up. Thomas nodded, deciding not to argue further. He had received an email that morning detailing the time and place for a meeting. Meeting with that group

In the elevator from the top floor, thereThere were only two people: Lawrence and Miss Hutton. After a few seconds of silence, it was Miss Hutton who broke the ice. "What's going on with you lately? I saw your mood just now, and it seems like you're upset with me. When did we become so distant? If there's somethingon your mind, let's just talk about it openly instead of keeping it bottled up." Miss Hutton had noticed the change in Lawrence's demeanor. Their previous relationship had always felt like she was leaning on him, but now that she was the boss's secretary, the dynamic had shifted. Sometimes, it even felt like she had the upper hand, which made Lawrence uncomfortable. But Miss Hutton wanted to preserve their relationship. After all, Lawrence had helped her a lot in the past, and she had relied on him as her safety net. Now that she had climbed to a higher position, there was no way she would want to go back down."Lawrence, don't give me that speech. You know exactly what l'

He knew that if those guys were going to book a private room, they would usually reserve their usual spot. So he quietly climbed the stairs, brushing past some people, especially those stunning girls with amazing figures. He could feel a thrill of excitement building inside him. It had been a while since he had been in aplace like this, especially after the gambling incident. Today, he was determined to have a good time. As he pushed the door open, he noticed that the private room was surprisingly quiet, as if they were all waiting for him to arrive. The moment he stepped in, everyone turned to look at him, momentarily stunned, before they all sprang into action, greeting him with enthusiasm. Leading the charge was Harry."Zach! Finally, you made it! We've been waiting so long that we didn't dare to make a move without you. Come on, come on, take a seat in the middle! Let's fill up Zach's drink, fill it to the brim!" Zach felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him at their flattering wor

Zach stood up abruptly, suddenly realizing that the woman was calling his name-not in the familiar way he was used to, but with a tone that ignited his anger. He couldn't believe he was being played by a woman he considered a gold digger. So, she wanted to play games, huh? Well, he would see if she had what it took."Harry, what's going on here? Who are these people? How dare they act so boldly in front of me?" he snapped, his irritation boiling over. He kicked the coffee table hard, sending drinks crashing to the floor. The room fell silent, the atmosphere thick with tension and embarrassment. Everyone around them froze, and Harry let out a cold laugh. This was a setup designed just for him. Now that he washere, there was no way he would leave without a fight. He could flaunt his bravado all he wanted, but soon enough, he would face the consequences."What's going on here? This isn't how things were supposed to go. Miss Betty, I called you here to keep Jack company, not to stir up t