Daniel stared at her for a long moment, clearly stunned at what she had just said.“A job?” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the word. “I should look for a job?”Magret raised a brow. “Yes. You want us to keep spoon-feeding you? You are a grown man.”Daniel nodded. “I understand. I will get something done.”Trevor rolled his eyes. “Ah, Daniel, ever since you got back from the hospital, Daniel has been feeling lazy. He literally does one or two gigs; now all he does is wander about with no source of income,” he hissed.“Trevor! Don't forget that you are talking to my husband like that. Can't you show a little bit of respect?” Caroline warned.“Respect is earned, Sophie, and if he does not make himself useful, he might lose you. I would not have a useless in-law live under the same roof with me,” Margret hissed in irritation.Daniel clenched his jaw but said nothing. His hands tightened at his sides, knuckles whitening as the words sank in.“I said I’ll get something done,” he repeated

Daniel stretched from the bed. It was nine a.m. in the morning, and he had just woken up. He had slept late at night, secretly reviewing the files that Marcus had sent to him for the company. By the time he woke up, he rose to his feet and headed straight to start preparing for the interview that was to happen at noon. After preparing, he put on one of his best outfits, which was of shabby quality, and was about to head out when his phone began to ring. He looked over at his phone to see Marcus calling him. As soon as he picked up, Marcus called, “Young Master!” His tone was high and a little urgent. “What is it, Marcus? Why are you calling me right now?” Daniel asked. “I am so sorry, it is a little urgent. Mr. Stone just arrived in the country early this morning.” Daniel paused, his hand tightening around the phone. “Mr. Stone? Who is Mr. Stone?” Marcus went silent for a brief second, almost shocked by the question before he answered. “Young Master… Mr. Stone is our biggest

As soon as Daniel pulled the door open and stepped in, the air in the room shifted. Inside the private conference suite, several executives were already seated around a long mahogany table. The moment they saw him, they rose to their feet in unison. At the head of the table stood a tall elderly man with sharp gray eyes and neatly combed silver hair. Though age had touched his face, authority still clung to him like a second skin. Mr. Stone. Daniel stepped forward calmly, his presence composed and commanding in the navy suit Marcus had prepared for him. For a brief second, there was silence in the room. The executives were studying Daniel and already measuring him. Daniel’s gaze swept across the room before settling on the long table at the center. High-backed leather chairs lined both sides, polished to perfection beneath the glow of the chandelier above. The table was fully arranged for the meeting — crystal glasses, aged wine, documents stacked neatly beside each seat. There w

Standing right in front of Daniel was a woman with a stern and old face. She looked at Daniel with a spiteful look like she was about to kill him.“Daniel?” she called.Daniel nodded in agreement, still staring at her. “Yes!”The woman’s eyes gazed at Daniel from head to toe with a smug look on her face. “Follow me,” she ordered as she began to walk down the hallway.Daniel followed her closely before they finally reached an office.As soon as they got to the office, she pointed at a long file of work that was sitting on the table. “I want you to get this done within the next one hour.”Daniel looked at her in disbelief. Wasn't he here for an interview? What was she saying about getting a job done?“Uhm, e-excuse me, miss,” Daniel said as he cleared his throat. “I think there is a little bit of a mix-up here. I am here for a job interview and not…”“And not to work?” the woman said as she finished the statement for him. “You were to arrive before 10 a.m., and here you are at 10:45. Wh