The very air at the run–down apartment of Mr. Bobby froze as Thompson Montclair, the billionaire oil landed— offering fortunes to Carl. Anyone would have jumped at this offer, grab it before it slips off but there stood Carl, his expression flat and unreadable like he'd simply heard Thompson speaking about dashing out cheese!Mr. Bobby swallowed, his wrinkled pants which were held with rope rather than a belt slipped below his waist, the broadcast from his radio fading in his ear. Yesterday, this poor looking man, Carl, had come to rent his apartment. He came with nothing but a scuffed bag but paid immediately while most tenants would still ask for discounts.His eyes squinted on Carl. Was it luck? Because what could make a billionaire, a whole Thompson Montclair! Comes to his cramped apartment for this man. Or what could his identity really be?! Maybe the worn out ensembles are just a phony facade for his actual identit...His thoughts were suddenly jammed by Carl's response. He cho

*****Seraphina continued, tone silk and professional.“Her name, Cassandra Kenneth. The Heiress of the Kenneth's family. She'ld clock 23 in the coming month. She's the CEO of Gilded Tribunal....”“Gilded Tribuna?" Carl cut her off, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "Wasn't that the same firm Elira beat down on the performance ranking during the last quarter?" He asked, eyes slightly squinted.“It was, Boss.” She responded, an edge in her voice. “And currently, the Kessington groups are currently leading the chart. They're on an upward trajectory and all thanks to your push.” Carl paused with a double nod, his mind reeling. His jaw tightened.“I'd like to see the Gilded Tribunal at the Top. Make it happen. Revert all resources from Kessington, all pending contracts, and deals, wire them to support the Gilded Tribunal.”Seraphina paused, smirking on the other end.Then a soft chuckle followed like she knew what was coming.“You're showing interest in Cassandra, Boss. Is there anything y

Cassandra stepped out from her mansion, draped in Grey suit. Her black heels struck the stone floor of her garage, the car key of a Porsche 911 jiggling in her hand.She pressed a button and the car blinked, a sharp sound activating from it. She grabbed the door handle and pulled it. Before she could unfurl into the car, her phone buzzed loudly.Unclasping her designer purse, she pulled the phone out. It was her father calling. She picked the call without hesitating but her ear drum nearly bursted, Richard, her father's voice tore through the speaker like thunder. She pulled the phone away from her ear sharply.“What have you done, Cassandra?! Come to the mansion right away! Now!!" The line went dead.Cassandra sighed, tossing the phone back into her bag. She knew what this was all about— her father had just found out about her crumbled relationship with Henry. That schmuck! He drugged her to force his way into her skirt and the next day he was professing love to another woman, her

******“Nameless King?” Cassandra repeated, frowning in confusion. The name was strange.A heavy pause followed on the call.“But..I don't know anyone with such a name, Mr. Lambert. Maybe this is all a mis—”“It's no mistake, Ms. Cassandra.” He cut in politely. “I'll make sure to keep getting in touch personally to update you when the supplies get to the shore. Have a nice day, Ma.” The line went dead.Silence returned. Heavy silence!The phone still pressed on her ear, jaw left hanging in the ear. Did she just received a call from Lambert Poker? $200 million dollars goods sailing from UPS? Was this a dream?And who the heck is the Nameless King?!***Meanwhile, Carl seated inside a car, Royce Rolls, 2024 version. Beside him at the back seat was Seraphina, her assistant. Her hair was cut low, her eyes sharp. She draped a charcoal suit that fitted her— Not too tight and not too loose. She always looks professional and smart.“Here are the divorce papers, Boss.” She said, handling C

Jane sneaked away from her atrocious act like nothing happened. Carl squinted on the Armani Prive gown. It was really damaged. Really bad. “What's her intention? Is she dumb to know that camera is everywhere? Rich pervert with snail brain!" Carl cursed under his breath.Jane smoothened his gown and wore a sweet smile. She met Mia and Betty, hands crossed behind her back, hiding the Blade.“... everything here costs fortunes. $15,000? A piece of gown?" Jane Walked in to hear Betty lamenting about how expensive the dresses were.She stepped closer to her, the fake devilish grin on her lips unwavering. Her expression twisted with perfectly practiced concern...but deep in her heart, it was pity...ugly.She began, arms latched onto Betty shoulder as though she was a close ally... Like she wasn't wishing she could stab her deep in her chest. How could Betty know that the smiles surrounding her was fake, practiced...to demolish her.“Oh Betty...well.. don't worry, we gat your back, babe. W