Drex froze at Janice’s words, his chest tightening, but before he could fire back, her younger brother, Steven Ellington, piped up from where he sat. “Hey, what do you mean, Janice?” He asked with a displeased frown. “Didn’t you say the seven million was for me? I’m marrying Angel soon, and we can’t do it without a house.”His girlfriend, Angela Wilson, leaned on Steven’s shoulder, adding with a smug smile, “Yeah, we need a house. As his sister and brother-in-law, you two should help him out.”Janice’s father, Tom Ellington, rapped his knuckles on the table like a judge slamming a gavel. “That’s right. Steven is Janice’s only little brother. It’s perfectly reasonable for her to give him the money.”Drex looked at all of them, the words hitting him like icy daggers. For a moment, he forgot they were in his house.He forced himself to take a slow breath, trying to tamp down the volcano of anger building in his chest. Then he turned back to Janice, voice tight. “You haven’t bought the

"Oh? Is that really so?” Jordan let out a soft laugh, amused. “And here I thought he’d struggle a little more before folding. At least he understands where he belongs.”His gaze swept over Drex like something stuck to the bottom of his shoe.“Let’s not kid ourselves, Drex. You were never part of the frame. You were just the background noise Janice endured because she had no better option. All she ever wanted was someone like me, a real man who can actually give her the life she deserves. She was just waiting for the day she could finally step out of your shadow and into mine.”Janice and her family nodded along eagerly, faces bright with satisfaction.Drex stood motionless, his eyes fixed on Jordan, but his face betrayed nothing. He didn't flinch, didn't blink. He just stared as though the words bounced right off him.Jordan sneered. “And my daughter, Anna? She’s far better off without a deadweight father like you, a man who lives off scraps and pride he can’t afford. She needs someon

A measly ten billion dollars.The words echoed bitterly in his mind. How ironic, considering his father had died because he could not come up with eight hundred thousand dollars.Drex had already left the hotel, despite how hard Aric tried to stop him. He needed air. He needed space to think.He wandered along the roadside like a lost soul. Cars sped past him, horns blaring, the streets crowded and noisy, yet none of it reached his ears. Everything felt distant, muted.Ten billion dollars, and it came too late.He still could not accept it.Yet the ATM card clenched in his left hand felt solid and real. And as if fate were mocking him, an ATM machine stood just a few steps away. He hurried over, inserted the card, and entered the PIN.The screen refreshed.Balance: 10,000,000,000.Drex stared at the long line of zeros, his jaw slowly dropping.It looked real. Too real.And yet he could barely believe his own eyes.With a heavy sigh, he pulled out the card and leaned against the machi

The moment Drex stepped into Nolan’s office, Nolan rushed forward and pulled him into a tight hug, relief flashing across his exhausted face.“Thanks for coming,” Nolan said, voice strained. “I really can’t handle this alone anymore.”Drex patted his back bruefky before pulling away. His eyes were calm, unreadable as he asked, “Do you trust me?”Nolan hesitated for half a second, then nodded. “Of course I do.”Drex gave a small nod and glanced around the room.All eight employees were present. Some avoided his gaze, their faces heavy with pity and guilt. Others looked resigned, already halfway gone. Then there was Trent, standing a little straighter than the rest, lips curved in satisfaction, as if he had front-row seats to a tragedy he helped create.Trent was the department manager. The backbone of Ace Corporation. If he left, nearly all of their clients and contracts would follow.“I’ll start,” Trent said coolly, stepping forward. He placed a letter on the desk. “Here’s my resigna

The corridor plunged into stunned silence.For a brief moment, no one even breathed.Faces went pale, hearts thudded violently and minds scrambled to catch up with the words they had just heard.Nolan stood frozen.His brain refused to process it. His friend. The man he had watched struggle, endure humiliation, and say little through it all. The new boss of Angel Tower and Mirage Corporation?It felt unreal.Trent’s face, however, drained of every trace of color. His confidence shattered instantly, disbelief twisting his features. Galvin looked even worse. His lips trembled as cold dread crept up his spine.“This… this must be a mistake,” Trent blurted out, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Mr. Marc, you have to be mistaken. How could someone like him be the new boss?”He pointed at Drex, desperation seeping into his voice.“He’s nothing but a nobody. A live-in son-in-law. A hanger-on from Ace Corporation, that trash company on the verge of bankruptcy. Their