The poor have no say in what happens to them. You would think that is a lie, but it really is the truth of reality.It was raining hard and thunder struck with no mercy, and kneeling in the rain was Andrew Williams, a poor man begging for money.If there were tears of pain in his eyes, the rain had washed them away. Even though he was shivering in the rain, there was no sympathy from his father or family who took refuge in front of the mansion, leaving him out there drenched in the rain."You told me that if I was serious and needed the money. That I should kneel down in the rain and beg you.” Andrew sighed.“I am on my knees, I am begging you to give me the money, so my wife needs to get the surgery immediately!" Andrew pleaded loudly to his father."I told you to kneel down and ask your stepmother for forgiveness for what you did. I never said that I will give you money to pay for your wife's hospital bills," Williams, his father and the CEO of Williams Corporation, replied coldly,

A tall man stood in front of the balcony, staring at the ocean. The evening breeze brushed against his hair.“Young master, I got the information you needed,” a voice said from behind. His butler walked closer. He handed a document over, and Andrew took it and he opened it. His eyes scanned the pages, his expression darkening with each line.“So, after taking the life of someone who was innocent, they went on to live a good life. I guess I have to take revenge myself,” Andrew said through clenched teeth. He crushed the paper in his hand, and grit his teeth.It had been four years since he last saw them. Four long years spent in relentless training, preparing to take over his grandfather’s legacy ,because only with that power could he get the revenge he wanted.He had never known his mother’s father was such a successful man. He still could not tell exactly what had happened to his mother, but deep down, he suspected his father. His suspicions began the day his father brought home a st

Andrew sat at the back seat of his car with a birthday invitation in his hand. It was the birthday of his ex-father-in-law, Mr. Nelson, and he knew that there would be a lot of people there so this was where he wanted to confront his ex-father-in-law. Even though he won’t say much about what happened, he just wanted to make it known that he was alive because they wanted to kill him."Sir, we have arrived," the driver told him as he came to a stop. The driver got out of the car, walked around, and opened the back door for Andrew. Andrew stepped out calmly, his face expressionless, and walked straight to the entrance. He showed them his invitation, and the bodyguard in front of the door looked at him suspiciously."You seem familiar. Do I know you?" the bodyguard asked Andrew, narrowing his eyes. Even though Andrew had changed quite a bit, gaining a lot of muscle from the training he did over the past four years, the guard’s voice hinted at a faint recognition."I don’t know if you hav

There's a thing about rumours ,when it begins to spread, it is very hard to contain it. And there are always bad consequences, be they true or false.Yesterday was Mr Nelson's birthday, and today, since he came to work, the thing he had been doing was answering one call after another, assuring his business partners and some of his friends that he had no hand in the death of his late daughter, who was adopted.Right now he was on the phone with someone he had gone into partnership with recently , a businessman who was known to be upright and who did not want anything that would affect his business."Mr Nelson, I do not understand why you did not call the police to harvest your son-in-law Mr Andrew when he made those allegations against you, because doing that would have made it seem as if what he said was true," his business partner told him, his voice stern."I've already explained to you that he has mental issues. Taking him to the police will not do him any good , if he dies in the