Rise of Power: Return of The Pathetic Commoner

IT WAS almost midnight, yet someone was still sitting in front of the computer and working late. He’s determined to finish some tasks before going home. “Crap,” the man complained as he stretched his arms. He was wearing a faded black polo shirt that seems to be worn out, and black faded slacks. It’s the only thing he has, so no wonder it faded for a short amount of time. His name is Augustus Fordman— A passionate and hardworking guy working as a strategy developer at Sandoval Corporation. It is one of the most influential companies in the gaming industry despite its family ranking being in the top fifty only. Aside from that, despite being in good company, his co-workers mistreat him. His old clothes partnered with his black and thick eyeglasses were enough for his co-workers to think that he was portraying his nickname well. Pathetic commoner. “Hey. Aren’t you going home? Are you planning to sleep here?” said Kaylee, one of August’s co-employees. “You’re not doing overtime

WITH JUST one command, the bodyguards let go of him and took one step away from him. August turned his body to see who ordered them, only to see Samantha and Bruce. “So, it’s him…” whispered Bruce to Samantha before he leaned towards her, licking lightly onto her earlobe. "No wonder why you wanted to dump him so badly, baby." “B-Bruce…” said Samantha, feeling awkward as Bruce was doing naughty things in front of her ex-boyfriend. However, Bruce didn’t even budge. All she could do was close her eyes and feel how good Bruce’s tongue was. August suddenly clenched his fists at the sight. Bruce has everything everyone could ask for. Wealth, a good reputation, oozing sex appeal, and stamina that could make her moan in ecstasy every night, what more could she ask for? Everything Bruce has was the exact opposite of August. She never loved him, not even a bit. She just used him to buy the things she wanted, and to enter the Sandoval Corporation so she could execute her plan. ‘Samantha…’

A week passed and all August did was sleep. The medicine the nurse injected helped him to heal in no time. He only knew that one day, he felt how his body became lighter, and how the swelling on his knee faded. Although the pain was still there, it was more tolerable than the last time. What the nurse told him before wasn’t a joke. The hospital, which is the Remington Medical Center owned by the multi-billionaire Charles Remington, didn’t ask him for a single penny for the days he spent in the VIP room. Someone really paid the hospital bills for him, and he knows that he should be thankful for it, but as Samantha broke his trust, it felt like he also lost trust in the world already. “Is there really no hidden motive here?” he asked, slightly suspicious of the nurse who gave him a document to sign. “Can I really go unscathed?” “If we’re planning to do something, do you think that we’ll cure you?” The nurse answered sarcastically and shook her head. As August parted his lips, comin

After the scene earlier in the room, Bruce, although it was against his will, carried August on his back and bring him to the hospital. Remington Medical Center was the nearest hospital to the Sandoval Corporation. Bruce also wanted to see Charles so he could have a good impression of him helping an employee. Since the Remington Family was an influential one, it was hard for the Sandoval Family to encounter them, even just a coincidence. Especially right now that the Remington family doesn’t want to ally with everyone. Yet Bruce won’t give up— knowing that there are rumors that the eldest heir of the Remington Family died a long time ago and Charles was just concealing the truth. If that were true, the second child of Charles, which is Sapphire Remington, would be appointed as the heir. Once he seduced Sapphire, everything would be easy for him. He was willing to dispose of Samantha for his greed. ‘With this, I can make the highest-ranking family my ally,’ Bruce said at the back o

“BREAKING NEWS. Bruce Sandoval, the eldest son of the Sandoval Corporation received an award from the Brooklyn Nominations for his new virtual game that was launched recently in their company. According to him—” August clenched his fists and tried to ignore what the newscaster on the television wanted to tell. He heard the news loud and clear yet it was mumbled in his mind. He was the one who created the proposal about the new video game for the company he had spent his life with, yet it was someone who took all the credit. “He is such a lucky man.” “Rich was getting richer, while the poor were getting poorer.” The conversation between the two drunk customers in the restaurant where he works as a waiter and dishwasher struck him. When Bruce and Samantha ruined his reputation, they didn’t just destroy him, but that rumor took everything he ever had. “Hey, man.” One of the customers called him and he immediately went in front of them. “Two more drinks.” “On it, sir.” August nodde