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A Man Called Revenge Chapter 89: The Man Behind The Glass
The towering glass edifice of Arcadia Estates & Holdings Inc. stood like a monument to ambition itself, thirty-eight stories of reflective glass slicing into the morning sky like a knife. It was more than a building; it was a declaration. Sleek, corporate, and intimidating in its modern elegance, Arcadia wasn’t just one of the biggest real estate development firms in the country—it was the biggest. Where empires were built, where billion-dollar deals were signed behind closed doors lined with bulletproof glass and designer furniture. Evelyn Lancaster drove her silver coupe into the underground parking lot, her jaw set, her fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Every minute since she left the house had been a war inside her head—Nova's laughter echoing, Gary’s calmness haunting. The image of them standing in the kitchen together, like it was their home. Their kitchen. Their morning. She slammed her door shut and stormed through the revolving doors of Arcadia, her high heels
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 90: Where Lions Walk In
The air was thick, musty, warm, and infused with the greasy scent of leftover fried food. Evelyn Lancaster stepped into the consultant’s office like a queen trapped in a pigsty. She blinked twice, taking in the mess of open pizza boxes, ketchup-stained napkins, and soda cans lined up like trophies on the cluttered desk. The fluorescent lighting overhead flickered like it too was tired of being here. "My God," she murmured, covering her nose slightly. "Don’t you people have an air conditioner in this place?" The man behind the desk didn't even glance up. His round belly peeked out from under a shirt that hadn’t seen detergent in a week. He was busy munching on a sloppy sandwich, his eyes half-lidded behind grease-smeared glasses. With a slow, lazy drag of his thumb, he scrolled through a spreadsheet on his computer, then took another loud sip of soda through a straw that was slowly dying under the weight of its own carbonation. "Tell me," he said, his voice nasal and uninterested,
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 91: A God Or Devil?
“Ho ho, talk about the devil. Hey Gary, come join me, I was just about to slap your beautiful wife. Ex-wife, I mean. I already slapped her once, but ehr, just like you, she is just another stubborn creature.” said Juan. “Ooh, Me va a encantar esto” he ended. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Juan.” Gary said, fearlessly. He was a little too calm for the chaos in the room. People around tried to warn him to just let things slide. Getting on Juan’s wrong side was like stepping on a snake. The result was instant, deadly. “You strike women?” he said. “Very impressive. Does your mommy still change your diapers too? Or are you just mad that my wife won’t bow to your tiny dick?” Juan dropped Evelyn to the ground with a silent thud. Then, he began to approach Gary, fury in his eyes. This was the moment the staff knew that Juan would skin this confident man alive. Evelyn replayed the words in her head over and over and over again. “Did he just… did he just call me his wife?” It was s
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 92: The Road To Revelation
The sky had turned soft gold as the sun began its descent, its light spilling across the open highway like a spotlight meant just for them. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat of the black Maybach, her hands resting stiffly in her lap. She hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. Not since they left the Arcadia building. Not since the entire company—her company—had bowed to her, chanted her name, hailed her as queen. She blinked. Once. Then again. But the road was still real. Gary was still beside her, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed over the center console. Calm. Unbothered. Like he hadn’t just flipped the entire world upside down. Her world, at least. She glanced at him, barely able to hold the stare. There was no rage in her eyes. No fear. Just… disbelief. A kind of stunned silence reserved for miracles and accidents. Her ex-husband… Gary Wang… had just made her the CEO of Arcadia Estates. A multibillion-dollar empire. One of the most prestigious and powerful
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 93: A Toast In Times Square
The city stretched out around them like a dream too bright to be real. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, silent, barely breathing. Her hands lay limp in her lap, her fingers still cold from the call she’d just received. She wasn’t blinking. She wasn’t even sure if she was awake. Gary drove, eyes on the road, the weight of everything between them settled quietly in the space. He said nothing, letting the stillness do the talking. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Who was this man? Who the heck was this man seated in the driver’s seat, driving with no care in the world, like he didn’t just make her a CEO automatically? A few days ago, he’d been just her ex-husband—strange, reserved, awkward at times, soft-spoken, even forgettable in some crowds. But now… he was something else. Something terrifyingly bigger than her world could comprehend. That call—Serena Voss herself, the woman who made presidents pause mid-sentence—just casually called her. Evelyn. Lancaster. The woman who wa
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 94: Is This Friendship?
They turned to see Edmond Edgar stepping inside, flanked by his assistant and a striking woman with a delicate jawline and a kind smile. “Edmond?” Gary blinked. “You again?” Edmond laughed. “You say that like I’m stalking you. Trust me, I’m the one surprised. I guess the world is really a small place, huh?” Evelyn and Edmond’s eyes met. A flicker of warmth passed between them—not desire, not confusion, but shared memory. He nodded. She looked at the woman beside him. “I’m Evelyn,” she said gently. The woman grinned. “And I’m Bae.” Evelyn arched an eyebrow. “Bae?” “I know, I know,” Bae smirked. “Weird name. But at least it’s memorable.” “No,” Evelyn said, smiling. “It’s unique.” They laughed together, and just like that, something settled. Not rivalry. Not competition. Just two women standing in the orbit of complicated men. Meanwhile, Edmond approached Gary and shook his hand firmly. “Hey. Thanks again for purchasing my painting,” Edmond said. “My assistant told me the pay
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 1: A Hound in Their Den
"Kneel!" The word cut through the room like a whip. Gary Wang stood frozen, his fingers clenched into fists. His legs ached from hours of standing, but he wouldn’t kneel. Not this time. Around him, the laughter swelled. The Lancaster family, their guests, their servants—they all watched, waiting for the show to begin. William Lancaster sighed, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "I said, kneel, you douche-bag!" A sharp kick suddenly slammed into the back of Gary’s knee. His leg buckled, and before he could catch himself, he was on the floor, a silent grunt escaping his dry lips. Laughter erupted. Someone clapped. A joke was made at his expense, but Gary didn’t hear it. All he heard was his own breathing. Heavy. Slow. He looked up. Across the room, Evelyn stood there, watching. His wife, his wife, who never defended him. His wife, who didn’t look away, was she enjoying the scene? Gary swallowed hard. He couldn’t tell. But he would remember this night like every other night—ever
A Man Called Revenge Chapter 2: Kneel
Gary’s knees became even weaker. Truth be told, he had not expected his wife to refuse her mother’s command. Madam Ann was a ruthless woman, and disobeying her had no sweet end. He just did not believe that Evelyn would say it so easily, so comfortably, as if he meant nothing to her, as if what they shared meant nothing to her. “Do it, Gary, and do not make this night any worse. You have caused me too many troubles in my life already!” Evelyn added, making sure her message was passed on loud and clear. Evelyn hugged herself tighter, eyes darting away—like she cared, or maybe just didn’t. Gary was not a mad dog who would attack someone simply for touching his wife. It went deeper. He had seen this Kage of a varmint smooch his wife in her bedroom one time. It cut his heart. When he confronted Evelyn, she said they were simply having a good time and that no strings were attached. Gary despised Kage with every fibre of his being. He was a simp, a pecker-head and a good-for-nothing
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Chapter 94: Is This Friendship?
They turned to see Edmond Edgar stepping inside, flanked by his assistant and a striking woman with a delicate jawline and a kind smile. “Edmond?” Gary blinked. “You again?” Edmond laughed. “You say that like I’m stalking you. Trust me, I’m the one surprised. I guess the world is really a small place, huh?” Evelyn and Edmond’s eyes met. A flicker of warmth passed between them—not desire, not confusion, but shared memory. He nodded. She looked at the woman beside him. “I’m Evelyn,” she said gently. The woman grinned. “And I’m Bae.” Evelyn arched an eyebrow. “Bae?” “I know, I know,” Bae smirked. “Weird name. But at least it’s memorable.” “No,” Evelyn said, smiling. “It’s unique.” They laughed together, and just like that, something settled. Not rivalry. Not competition. Just two women standing in the orbit of complicated men. Meanwhile, Edmond approached Gary and shook his hand firmly. “Hey. Thanks again for purchasing my painting,” Edmond said. “My assistant told me the pay
Chapter 93: A Toast In Times Square
The city stretched out around them like a dream too bright to be real. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat, silent, barely breathing. Her hands lay limp in her lap, her fingers still cold from the call she’d just received. She wasn’t blinking. She wasn’t even sure if she was awake. Gary drove, eyes on the road, the weight of everything between them settled quietly in the space. He said nothing, letting the stillness do the talking. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Who was this man? Who the heck was this man seated in the driver’s seat, driving with no care in the world, like he didn’t just make her a CEO automatically? A few days ago, he’d been just her ex-husband—strange, reserved, awkward at times, soft-spoken, even forgettable in some crowds. But now… he was something else. Something terrifyingly bigger than her world could comprehend. That call—Serena Voss herself, the woman who made presidents pause mid-sentence—just casually called her. Evelyn. Lancaster. The woman who wa
Chapter 92: The Road To Revelation
The sky had turned soft gold as the sun began its descent, its light spilling across the open highway like a spotlight meant just for them. Evelyn sat in the passenger seat of the black Maybach, her hands resting stiffly in her lap. She hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. Not since they left the Arcadia building. Not since the entire company—her company—had bowed to her, chanted her name, hailed her as queen. She blinked. Once. Then again. But the road was still real. Gary was still beside her, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed over the center console. Calm. Unbothered. Like he hadn’t just flipped the entire world upside down. Her world, at least. She glanced at him, barely able to hold the stare. There was no rage in her eyes. No fear. Just… disbelief. A kind of stunned silence reserved for miracles and accidents. Her ex-husband… Gary Wang… had just made her the CEO of Arcadia Estates. A multibillion-dollar empire. One of the most prestigious and powerful
Chapter 91: A God Or Devil?
“Ho ho, talk about the devil. Hey Gary, come join me, I was just about to slap your beautiful wife. Ex-wife, I mean. I already slapped her once, but ehr, just like you, she is just another stubborn creature.” said Juan. “Ooh, Me va a encantar esto” he ended. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Juan.” Gary said, fearlessly. He was a little too calm for the chaos in the room. People around tried to warn him to just let things slide. Getting on Juan’s wrong side was like stepping on a snake. The result was instant, deadly. “You strike women?” he said. “Very impressive. Does your mommy still change your diapers too? Or are you just mad that my wife won’t bow to your tiny dick?” Juan dropped Evelyn to the ground with a silent thud. Then, he began to approach Gary, fury in his eyes. This was the moment the staff knew that Juan would skin this confident man alive. Evelyn replayed the words in her head over and over and over again. “Did he just… did he just call me his wife?” It was s
Chapter 90: Where Lions Walk In
The air was thick, musty, warm, and infused with the greasy scent of leftover fried food. Evelyn Lancaster stepped into the consultant’s office like a queen trapped in a pigsty. She blinked twice, taking in the mess of open pizza boxes, ketchup-stained napkins, and soda cans lined up like trophies on the cluttered desk. The fluorescent lighting overhead flickered like it too was tired of being here. "My God," she murmured, covering her nose slightly. "Don’t you people have an air conditioner in this place?" The man behind the desk didn't even glance up. His round belly peeked out from under a shirt that hadn’t seen detergent in a week. He was busy munching on a sloppy sandwich, his eyes half-lidded behind grease-smeared glasses. With a slow, lazy drag of his thumb, he scrolled through a spreadsheet on his computer, then took another loud sip of soda through a straw that was slowly dying under the weight of its own carbonation. "Tell me," he said, his voice nasal and uninterested,
Chapter 89: The Man Behind The Glass
The towering glass edifice of Arcadia Estates & Holdings Inc. stood like a monument to ambition itself, thirty-eight stories of reflective glass slicing into the morning sky like a knife. It was more than a building; it was a declaration. Sleek, corporate, and intimidating in its modern elegance, Arcadia wasn’t just one of the biggest real estate development firms in the country—it was the biggest. Where empires were built, where billion-dollar deals were signed behind closed doors lined with bulletproof glass and designer furniture. Evelyn Lancaster drove her silver coupe into the underground parking lot, her jaw set, her fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Every minute since she left the house had been a war inside her head—Nova's laughter echoing, Gary’s calmness haunting. The image of them standing in the kitchen together, like it was their home. Their kitchen. Their morning. She slammed her door shut and stormed through the revolving doors of Arcadia, her high heels
Chapter 88: Lovebirds In The Kitchen?
The iPhone alarm was loud, brutal, and excruciating. It always worked. Evelyn got out of bed a little late. She had spent the entire night trying to find a good spot for her restaurant, find potential investors, and leads. But she kept being distracted by Gary, Gary, Gary. Gary was a mysterious soul. He kept pulling stunts that were absolutely abnormal. This made Evelyn even more intentional about getting married to him. She took a shower and put on some nice clothes. A simple but classic high-waist black split skirt and a female tuxedo, white and brilliant. She walked out of her room, grabbing her car keys. She headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. But standing there was Gary. She smiled from the doorway as she saw him cook with precision and passion. He was not and should not be the one cooking. Just before she stepped foot into the kitchen, she heard a female’s voice giggling. “Oh Gary, you are so funny. Tell me, how did you survive without a mom and a dad? You mu
Chapter 87: The Gambler's Lie
When the family arrived home, they were unusually quiet. Really quiet and numb. All eyes were on Gary. Madam Ann, William and his wife, Enrique, Donald, Ruth, Evelyn, Nova. They kept staring at Gary like he was some kind of ghost who had appeared from the dead to haunt them. Enrique was the first to speak. “Nice trick you pulled back there, Gary. Really nice trick. I’ve always known you to be a loser, little did I know you are also a trickster, a scammer and a fucking theif. I’m not even gonna say much, cause you would never be able to pull out two hundred million dollars. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.” Enrique scoffed and walked upstairs to his room. He was ashamed to gaze into Nova’s eyes. He had embarrassed himself in front of her. And again, who saved his ass? Gary. Gary, Gary, Gary. Ruth said nothing. She simply brushed past him with a slight, “Weirdo!” Donald walked up to him. “I’d love to see you pay for that painting. I’d love to see the whole world laugh at
Chapter 86: A Gentleman's Goodbye
Soon, the event came to an end, and Gary walked out quickly. He left early before anyone could get the chance to speak to him—especially the curious ones, the whispering elites, and the suspicious investors who now looked at him differently. It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid attention. He had walked into the gala already a man no one cared to notice—but now, after dropping two hundred million dollars like he was picking up the tab for dinner, he had become a name that didn’t match the face. The courtyard of the Edgar Mansion was mostly empty now. The wine carts had been rolled back into the side chambers, the last of the string quartet had vanished into the building like shadows retreating into the walls. The night had cooled, the stars above scattered like diamond dust, and the red carpet, once packed with feet and perfume and flirtations, now lay still—except for Gary, who moved toward the parking space, toward the sleek black car where he’d wait for Nova, Evelyn, and the rest
