Rise Of The Supreme General

CHAPTER 18

The crowd outside the gate was restless, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding inside, eager for more drama.

"Isn’t that the Odias’ disgrace of a son-in-law?"

"Yeah, I heard he went to prison for trying to assault his sister-in-law."

"What’s that ex-convict doing here?"

"Probably came to cause trouble. Those kinds never change."

"Look at him standing there—he thinks he can do anything?"

Adam could hear every word, each insult cutting into him like a razor. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. The crowd’s sneers were nothing new, but the shame burned all the same.

"Why are you here, Adam?" Racheal hissed, her eyes sharp and unforgiving. "What do you want from us?"

Adam’s expression darkened. "I've already told you. this is my company."

"You’ve got some nerve showing your face here after everything," Drake sneered, stepping forward. "If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave before things get ugly."

Adam’s gaze flicked to Drake, unbothered by the empty threat. "Ugly? You mean like how you wormed your way into my life, Drake? You really think I’m scared of you?"

Drake’s smirk faltered, and the crowd outside grew louder, sensing a fight brewing.

"Don’t you dare cause a scene, Adam!" Racheal warned. "You have no right to disrupt our lives anymore."

Adam tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. "Disrupt your life? I spent years trying to impress you. I made you walk again. And how did you repay me—" he shot a glance at Drake. "Leaving me for this coward?"

Drake snorted. "Still crying about the past, huh? Maybe that’s why no one wanted you."

The crowd gasped at the insult.

Before Drake could react, Adam stepped in closer, his voice dangerously calm. "If you think I’m going to stand here and take this, you’re more delusional than I thought."

Drake puffed out his chest, trying to assert dominance. "You’re just an ex-con. I could have you thrown back into jail with a snap of my fingers."

Adam scoffed. "You keep talking. But when it’s time to act, you always fall short."

The tension between them was suffocating. Drake, unable to take the heat from the crowd’s murmurs, snapped. "You want me to act? Fine!"

With a furious growl, Drake swung his fist. But Adam was faster. He sidestepped smoothly, catching Drake's arm mid-swing, twisting it behind his back with a brutal snap.

Drake let out a pained yelp as the sound of his bone cracking echoed.

"Let go!" Drake cried, struggling uselessly.

Adam released him with a harsh shove, and as Drake stumbled forward—SMACK!

Adam’s slap was sharp and deliberate, sending Drake sprawling to the ground. The crowd erupted in shock.

"Did he just slap Drake Penthouse?"

"An ex-convict slapping the Penthouse heir—this is insane!"

Racheal dropped beside Drake, her voice trembling with worry. "Drake! Are you okay?"

Adam stood over them, breathing evenly, his eyes cold as steel. "This is the man you replaced me with, Racheal? Pathetic."

Drake groaned, clutching his face, humiliated beyond words. He knew he couldn’t let this go—being humiliated twice by Adam in public was more than he could bear. And the crowd wasn’t going to forget it, either.

"You punk you're not getting away with this!" Drake spat on Adam's face.

Adam wiped off the spit with a napkin from his pocket. "You're going to regret doing this!"

"You're the one who will regret crossing paths with me. I'll call Mr. White right away, you'll be so sorry." Drake quickly dialed on his phone with his left hand and called Mr. White.

"Hello, Mr. White, there's an imposter in your company, he's claiming to be Mr. Manchester, and he even broke my fist and hit me in the face. Your security guards are just watching, can you come and deal with him?"

Drake hung up with a grin on his face. "Mr. White is coming, let's see who will be the one regretting it. I can't wait for him to send you back to prison."

Racheal shook her head in pity, she knew Adam was about to go back to prison, but she was uncomfortable seeing Adam looking confident instead of afraid.

"What a pity Adam, you just came out of prison, but now your foolishness will send you back there. You're so foolish." She spat.

"You really believe this coward can send me back to jail?" Adam referred to Drake.

Racheal turned hot red, Adam's boastfulness was getting on her nerves, he had nothing yet claiming to be all powerful.

Not long after Mr. White rushed out of his office, he was an elderly man, at least in his late fifties, he had gray hairs and beard and was escorted by two security guards.

"What the hell is happening here?" Mr. White asked angrily, he was a man who hated disorderliness in his company.

Drake was excited after seeing Mr. White, meanwhile the others outside were anticipating the drama, and others were calling his name, trying to get his attention concerning the contract.

"Thank God you're here, this punk here is claiming to be Mr. Manchester, he's an imposter and he even attacked me!" Drake reported a smirk on his face. Racheal was also excited to see Adam getting punished.

“Yes Mr. White, he's being violent to Drake.” Racheal added.

Mr. White was furious, he took a closer look, and immediately he saw Adam he felt shivers down his spine. "W—who are you referring to?" He asked with a shaky voice.

"It's him, an ex-convict and an imposter!" Drake pointed at Adam.

Mr. White's legs were shaking, and suddenly he fell on his feet. "Forgive me Mr. Manchester, on behalf of my friend's son"