What? Was this man a seer? Was it that obvious that she did that? Hannah thought, pretending to be cool as she smiled. “What do you mean by that? Do you think I would stoop so low just because I want to help you?” She asked again. However, Wallace said nothing as he calmly continued, “You can add it to my tab.” Facing Hannah, he continued, “Since you said you would like to have a word with me, you have my attention.”Finally… she thought and pointed to an exclusive area that was designed for relaxation. “How about we go there? We'll sort out the bills later.”Leading the way, she walked behind him until they sat across each other. Then, a waitress calmly placed a free snack on their table. “Even though you tried to act your cool earlier, I could see that you were barely trying to feed on scrapes”Did this woman arrange a meeting to insult him? Wallace thought, expressionless. “However, I can help you. If there's anything you want, you can let me know.”“Why do you want to see me

Wallace chucked the moment he heard his name. He hasn't even spent up to forty eight hours here and yet, someone already hated him without even realising it. “My sincere apologies about that.” He said and was about to get into the elevator when Yolanda caught up with him. The moment she saw him, her anger tripped. “What the hell are you about to do? It's bad enough that you destroyed my day and now, you're still lurking around again? Hey, owner .. can you hear that?” She said directly into the call. That was when it dawned on Wallace that they both were speaking to each other without realising it. “Hello. I am Wallace Smith, the owner of this estate” Wallace finally said while she looked at him for a while before she burst into laughter. If there was one thing she knew so well, it was the fact that fraudsters claimed to be who they weren't just because they wanted to feel among and this person was definitely one of them. “You must really take me for a fool if you think I would b

Before everyone could realize what was going on, Lord Bush went on his knees while they all looked at him in shock. “I bought you the most expensive golden sculpture from the west, hoping that you would accept my apology. If that's not enough, I can also…” “What's going on?” Wallace asked flatly. Even though the man wanted him to accept his apology, he could bet that there was so much going on than he knew. “And also, I have ordered the…” “Bush…. If you don't talk to me, I would chase you out of this house and only entertain your daughters!” He said sternly. The man swallowed hard and finally sat down. “We have a problem already and I believe you are the only one who can settle it. I see you as a man that can dare to provoke others without having to worry about it but for someone like me that cares about status, I can not do that because there are people directly above me.” “Go on.” “I am going bankrupt.” “What?” Both sisters said in shock as they looked at e

Feeling like an insult that someone without weapons was defeating his men, the angry head was about to add more bullets to his gun when it was snatched from him. Before he could say anything else, Wallace shot him twice and then, he fell to the ground while the others scrambled into places. If their head had been defeated, it means he had overpowered them and they couldn't do it all alone. When one guard thought he could finally ascertain the position of the head, he thought this was his final moment and just as he was about to strike Wallace as he came out of the corners he had hidden, his cold, deadly glare made him tremble. “I… I did not want to do it!” He said in fear as Wallace knocked him over. Slowly, the man's eyes rolled backwards as he fell into a pit. The moment he was about to take a step forward, he glanced at one of the guards who was trembling. Slowly, he snapped his fingers at him coldly. “Stand up!” With that terrifying voice, the man walked forward, his heart be

Angered that they all had let their guard down, one of them rushed towards Wallace in a fit of rage, drawing a small concealed blade to strike him. Before the weapon could even clear its sheath, Wallace swiftly pivoted, driving his elbow deep into the attacker's stomach.A sickening thud echoed through the corridor as blood splurged from within, instantly splashing across the guard's face. The remaining guards stood frozen, their eyes widening in sheer disbelief and shock.“Attack him! Now!”With desperate shouts, the rest of the security men charged at him all at once.Meanwhile, inside the exclusive VVIP lounge, four wealthy elites lounged in plush leather armchairs, visibly amused by the live security feed broadcasting the hallway chaos. Word of the disturbance had reached them earlier courtesy of a tip-off from Rogers.“You should have alerted the head family of Blackthorne,” Winston said, swirling a glass of aged vintage wine with an arrogant smirk while the others chuckled. “The