“I don’t want it.” “You don’t?” Charles Jenkins looked at Adrian like he had sprouted horns.Gratitude was evident on Adrian’s face as he said, “I truly appreciate everything you have done, General. Since you know everything already, then you know it’s the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me in a while.”Adrian had been surprised when the general said he had checked into how life had been for Adrian these past years. He couldn’t believe the general had gone to this length to repay Adrian for his suffering.“Heading this project would give you your rightful recognition back,” he had said passionately.The Riverine project wasn’t only worth over five hundred million in profit. It also had international stakes.Adrian could understand why the general would think he must be out of his mind.“But I no longer want recognition from them. It means nothing to me now.” He continued in the face of the general’s questioning look.The general looked contemplative as he nodded slowly. “

“We shouldn’t do this, honey.”“This feels wrong… humiliating even.”Patricia's grumble earned her a glare from Richard. He didn't need to be reminded of the most helpless decision he had ever made. ‘Helpless’ was not a word one would use to describe a man like Richard.Standing tall with a gaze as sharp as his tailored suit, his austere expression warned anyone with sense to tread carefully. He was the epitome of command wrapped in steel, yet the call he had got from the general the day before took him down a peg.Last Updated : 2026-04-15

Her voice rang clearly.“I no longer have a son like you.”She was convinced Adrian would immediately regret his actions. He must have thought of falling back on her name after ditching the Cross's name. As if she would even claim a…“You don't have to worry, Ms Lenning. The feeling is mutual.”"Ms Lenning? Is that how you address your mother? You…”“You must be forgetting something, ma'am. You are dead to me, remember?”Adrian's amused tone was the last straw

That did it. The title he had never thought would be directed at him.His shoulders shook involuntarily as he tried to hold back his suppressed emotions that seemed to be crashing on him from all angles.Understanding without a word spoken, the general slung an arm around Adrian's shoulder, head bent towards him as he whispered, “You deserve it and more.”Adrian had a lot to say, yet he could only utter thickly, “Thank you.”The reporters were having a field day, taking pictures from different angles, typing frantically on their tabs and jotting away with frenzy as they whispered excitedly among themselves.“Can y

“Can you believe this? How did he get that lucky?” Helena's tone was contemplative as she stirred her tea. Her gaze was glued to the screen where the reporter was delivering the breaking news. On the screen, the image of Adrian standing tall with the God of War’s arm around him was clear for all to see. The soldiers standing behind them, rigid as statues, were the icing.Geoffrey hummed in his throat as he watched the news offhandedly while reaching for his honey-drenched pastry. Vivian was dressed to the nines, her attention half on the TV and mostly on her