“I’m so sorry for your loss, sir.” Dexter was still in a daze, his eyes glued at the picture on top of his grandfather's coffin. The air was still, even the wind seemed to bow in silence as the hearse rolled through the wrought-iron gates of Yemen Memorial Cemetery. Behind it trailed a fleet of black cars, their tinted windows reflecting the overcast sky. The atmosphere filled with all shades of grief.Everyone was dressed in black except Dexter, who wore a fitted white outfit. His eyes were red, not out of tears or anger, but out of pain. An agonizing one at that.On the casket lay a careful arrangement of flowers, white lilies for peace, blue delphiniums for dignity, and a single white rose placed gently at the center. His grandfather’s favorite. Their fragrance lingered faintly in the breeze, soft and mournful, a contrast to the heavy silence that surrounded them.He hadn’t spoken a word since last night. It felt as if the earth itself had taken something it should’ve never touch

Dexter's hand formed a firm fist, “I said, Grandpa Bill hates the smell of cigarettes.” His tone was rather cold this time.Ethan inches close to Dexter with a stern look. Slowly, he blew his smoke on Dexter's face before dropping the cigarette on the floor. With his eyes still glued on Dexter, he crushed the cigarette, “I'll let it slide today. Because today is a happy day.” Dexter smiled wryly, trying to mask the anger boiling inside of him.“Are you smiling? It seems you don't mind.” Ethan proceeds to bring another cigarette and was about lighting it when Dexter angrily yanked it off.With a frown, he grabbed the lighter, the pack of cigarettes, smashed it on the floor, stepped on it and started crushing it with his feet while Ethan watched in bewilderment. “You wanna smoke? Go to the fucking bar!”“I will smoke however, whenever, and wherever I fucking want! Get that into your fucking skull!” Ethan barked, his eyes flashing with anger. “How dare you step on my cigarette! You know

Later that night, Byron and the rest of his siblings walked into his study, raging with fury. “Ah! My goodness! This is unbelievable! Are we going to sit and watch that brat be the boss of us?!” Rosa dramatically grabbed a bottle of liquor and gulped it directly from the bottle. “I got stabbed at the back by my own father.” She shook her head in self-pity, “let's take legal actions.” She suggested it desperately.Byron shook his head, “There's no point.”“There must be!”“We have all received more than our statuary shares from father. We wouldn't get a single dime.” Byron took his seat, his demeanor rather, but his wife could see the terror in his eyes.“What! You mean we would have to beg Harold's son for money before we can even eat? That means he can decide to throw us out on the streets if he wants since he's the new owner of the roof over our head! Curse you dad! I hope you burn in hell for this decision you made!” Rosa gulped her drink some more.“What if we come up with someth

Rosa smiled, “No one's on your side. At least no one with power. How long can these flies protect you?” She gestures at his bodyguards.Amaya, a board member, intervened, “Give him a break.” But Rosa blasted her, “Shut up Awaya. As an investor shouldn't you be better at reading the situation?!” She shouted, her voice loud enough to draw the attention of everyone.“He can't become chairman. He isn't just fit, he has been away for far too long to come back and be king over us! I won't let that happen. Even if it means I'll have to give up what's mine.” Dexter scoffed, “Too bad. It will happen sooner than you expect.”“Do you think I'll just sit back and watch?”“You can choose to stand, sit or fly. But you'll still watch. I'll look forward to your next move.” Dexter shot back.“You filthy bastard…” “That's enough!” Byron snapped before Rosa could hit Dexter. He was in the middle of a conversation with other affiliates when he heard her shouting.He inched close to them, “It would bre

She shouldn't be seen with him just yet. It was too early for that. At this moment, Grandma Emily was standing in the spotlight. She looked around in astonishment with the microphone in her hands. “On behalf of the Smith family, it is with a warm heart that I welcome all our associates, partners and esteemed guests for the banquet tonight. Please, let us welcome the vice chairman of Wilson group, Ms. Kim Duncan with a big round of applause!” The spotlight shifted instantly, focusing its beam on the front seat. Kim, who was wearing a pink evening gown, emphasizing her perfect body figure to everyone’s eyes. Her gorgeous body was just captivating like a fairy that all the men in the hall couldn’t help but focus their gazes on. “The vice chairman of Wilson group is absolutely stunning beauty.” A man whispers. Each feature of hers was enough to attract everyone’s attention. Kim walked gently towards the crowd, her eyes darting around until it fell on Dexter. Grandma Emily cont