Chapter 1 The extravagant, spacious family home of Wesley Graham was lit with decorations and lights, illuminating the whole room. It was Dorcas Graham's birthday today—the family’s matriarch. She was dressed in her elegant, expensive dress and was looking slightly younger despite her age. “Grandma, over the years, I have observed that you love fancy things, so I decided to get you a designer bag worth over half a million dollars.” Dorcas grinned. Then a young man dressed in a perfect gray suit stepped forward. “Grandma, as your good soon-to-be son-in-law that I have always been,” Mario Caleb started, “I bought this for you." He put the wrapped box down carefully. "It's jewelry worth over two million dollars.” Dorcas's grin grew wider. "Bless you, Mario. You'll truly make a good son-in-law, unlike the piece of trash we already have!" Just then, out of the blue, Henry Daniel, the eldest son-in-law of the family, spoke, "Grandma, could you lend me four hundred

Chapter 3 That morning, the next day, Henry finished preparing breakfast for the family as usual, waited for them to finish eating, gathered the dirty dishes, and washed them before sneaking out of the house. He got to the Eminence Group by a cab. After settling the driver, he began to walk toward the building. At that same moment of the day, a plush car drove into the compound and parked. Two figures stepped out of the car. The first was around the age of forty, dressed sharply in his grey suit. The last person was dressed lavishly as if to attract ladies. These people were Mario Caleb alongside his father, Caleb Maxwell. Just as Henry was heading toward the building, Mario caught sight of him and, without thinking, he was totally convinced that it was Henry. In fact, he had become conversant with all of Henry's outfits that he could tell it was him without batting an eye. “That's the piece of trash from Mr. Graham's family," Mario told his father before quickly shouting

Chapter 5 “What!" “It came true!" “Unbelievable! "I can't believe that card holds such an amount of money!” Fear instantly gripped some of the onlookers, and they dropped to their knees, fearing that Henry was some kind of hidden heir who could get them severely punished for their actions. "Please, we were wrong to doubt you!” They begged. "Don't harm us, please!” Meanwhile, Carlson was dazed. How was that even possible? Henry was a nobody, and he knew it. Too well. How could he possibly have such an amount of money with him? He narrowed his eyes, staring at Henry in utter disbelief. This can't be the Henry he knew! It must be a different person! “Why are you still standing there? Or have you forgotten our bet all of a sudden?" Henry's voice snapped Carlson out of his thoughts. Jerked back to reality, Carlson shook his head vigorously, doubting what his eyes had just witnessed. "This can't be true! Where did you steal that card from? I know you aren't capable of af

Chapter 7 He shot Caleb a fierce stare, eyes burning with rage as he slammed his hand on the table with barely contained anger. “What did you do? Whom did you offend?" Confused, Caleb asked. “What's that, Dad? I have no idea what you're talking about." Pa! A resounding slap spread across his face, snapping his face to the side. Outraged, Lord Maxwell had slapped Caleb, his son. Everyone in the room gaped. Their mouths opened in surprise and extreme shock, except for Henry, who knew what was happening; he simply smirked discreetly. Caleb clutched his burning cheek, staring at his father. Surprised, Mario approached and hurriedly asked. “Grandfather, what's the problem? Why did you slap Dad that way?" He could barely blink when Lord Maxwell slapped him hard as well. “Your father and you are both useless!" He snarled, face tightened with anger. "You both lied to me that Mrs. Dorothy was going to accept our proposal, but here? They didn't just reject our proposal, but t

Chapter 9 As Henry got to the hospital, walking through the hallway, heading to the room where his mother was, something caused him to suddenly halt in his tracks. His face contorted with a heavy frown as he watched the scene. It was an old man with his two daughters, grovelling and begging one of the hospital nurses as if she was their Savior. Tears were streaming down their cheeks uncontrollably. “Please, you've to save my wife! We may not have the money now, but we promise to pay later! Just attend to her and let her be fine!" The old man dressed in a shabby, baggy cloth was sobbing like a kid abandoned by his mother. “We don't want to lose our Mum!” His two daughters were also begging, their hands clasped together in front of them. "Please, attend to her; our Dad will pay if not now, later!" The nurse glanced down at them and answered helplessly. “I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. I'm only acting on order. It's the doctor who has the final say." "Then take us