“Listen, I have thought about it and I think it’s time we move out of this place, it’s old,” Margret said, glancing around the living room with irritation in her gaze. “I want something new, something exciting and modern, not this old house your late father left us with. It’s a bit outdated, don’t you think so?”Monica looked at her dramatic mother, “Did you say outdated, mom. This is the house Dad built. He designed every corner, and you said it’s a masterpiece.” Margaret sighed, “Yeah, that was then, your father was visionary, but things change. Everyone is upgrading and we need to do the same. Can you see how everything has changed around you? Didn’t you change your office? That’s the same way I want a new mansion. It isn’t as if we can’t afford it; we can. So stop acting like we can’t afford it.”Monica looked at her mother with a disappointing and irritating outlook. “Look, Monica, it’s not as if I don’t care, but appearance matters, you don’t expect me to dress wealthy and sti

The following day, when both Hannah and Charlie had reached their respective destination, Austin stepped out of the house after receiving a call from Ruddy. He walked to the Rolls-Royce that was parked a few blocks awayHe entered the car to join Ruddy. “Mr. Davis, I apologise for the sudden visit,” the man said respectfully as he approached. “I came right away, as instructed by Mr. Brian and Mr. Churchill. They’ve finalised a new proposal for the reconstruction of your house and asked me to present it to you.” He handed Austin a sleek folder containing the updated architectural plan.Austin took a moment to examine the design, studying the layout carefully as he tried visualising the final structure.“Do you have any changes in mind, sir?” the man asked after a brief pause. “We can make adjustments before moving forward, if necessary.”Austin gave a small shake of his head. “No, this looks good. I’m happy with it,” he said with quiet confidence.“Very well,” the man replied with a n

Austin let out a weary sigh, a slight shrug accompanying the gesture. He had long realised that trying to convince them was futile. No matter what he said, no one was going to believe him, just like Monica hadn’t believed that he was the mysterious chairman she had developed feelings for. The irony stung, but he held his tongue.Sensing the tension thickening like smoke in the air, Mrs. Sarah stepped forward, her voice sharp and protective.“Gerald, there’s no need to entertain anything he says,” she said dismissively, glaring at Austin. “He’s just bitter. Bitter that Monica left him for you. That’s all this is.”She turned to Gerald with a tight smile, her tone clipped and final.“Let’s go. He’s not worth another second of our time.”Gerald, however, was not so easily pacified. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he took a step closer to Austin, fury simmering beneath the surface.“You insulted my family,” he said through clenched teeth. “And for that, I promise you, you’ll pay

The bar was dimly lit, and the smell of stale beer and old smoke hung thick in the air. It wasn’t the kind of place Gerald would’ve stepped into a few months ago, not when he had power, status, and a future carved out for him. But now, all of that was gone.He sat hunched over a scratched wooden counter, fingers loosely wrapped around a half-empty glass of whiskey.The bartender, a middle-aged man with tired eyes, glanced over but knew better than to ask questions. Gerald had been there for hours, ordering drink after drink, each one a weak attempt to quiet the storm inside him.His father’s company, his legacy, had crumbled like dry plaster. Everything he had worked for, fought for, and schemed for was all gone. And worse, he had been asked to sell his apartment and move back into his family’s house.He couldn’t shake the unease feeling within, he couldn’t comprehend how he went from being a millionaire in the morning to being a broke as* dude by night. How did it all slip away so

When they got to the meeting point, Clement stayed behind. They were parked at a spot a few blocks away, Clement whispered into Blade’s ear. Then he turned to Gerald, “It’s time to prove yourself, blade will step out with you, remember, don’t show any signs of fear. Act tough and don’t let the client to push you around. Also, remember money first before the package.” Gerald listened intently and nodded before stepping out of the car with a black hoodie. Clement opened a bag and brought out a pistol, handed it to Gerald, who looked shocked for a moment. “Take this, you might need it. Play smart and you will be back safe.” Blade winked at him, despite being nervous, Gerald was determined to prove himself. He took the gun and stepped out of the car with the bag. Gerald’s heart beat fast, with many thoughts running through his mind. As they approached a group of men with black jackets. Blade nodded, a sign that they were the clients. Gerald sighed deeply, as he stared at the faces