Ascension Of The Almighty General

CHAPTER 4

He had taken enough. And now, he was ready to take everything back. He was out of the company already and walking away from it aimlessly, thinking about returning to the mansion where he was told Laura now lived.

But just as he reached the pavement, a voice called out behind him. He recognized the voice so well that he ha’d to turn immediately. 

“Boss! Boss, wait!”

Scott faced him. It was Mr. Evans, the aging accountant with his grey hair and hurried steps, was rushing out the front doors of the company, breathing heavily. His tie fluttered with the wind as he caught up to Scott.

“I’m taking a huge risk by meeting up with you outside here. I might even sacked if caught by the manager. But…” he said halfway, and then he brought out a piece of paper. 

“Sir,” he said, panting. “There’s something else. Something important that you need to know but I couldn’t tell you in there.”

Scott narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

Evans glanced around nervously, like he was afraid someone might be listening. “It’s Laura… and Gale. They’re not done yet.”

Scott’s fists clenched again. “What now?”

“Laura and Gale are hosting a grand event tonight,” Evans explained, speaking fast. “They’re selling the last piece of your property—the final asset you transferred to Laura before prison. The one you swore to keep in the family forever, SCOTTSPACE LTD.”

Scott’s eyes turned sharp. “They’re selling it?”

Evans nodded grimly. “It’s happening tonight. It is happening this evening at a very big venue with only VIP guests. Gale made sure it’s a massive affair. They plan to use the money to fund their wedding.”

Scott’s voice dropped. “He’s a billionaire. Why sell my property to fund his wedding?”

Evans looked away. “Because it’s easy money. Gale doesn’t care—it’s all under Laura’s name. Legally, they can do it. But morally… it’s disgusting. Laura just wants to wipe out everything that belongs to you, whether she needs the money or not.”

Scott’s jaw tensed. “And Laura agreed…”

“She’s the one who signed the sale papers,” Evans said softly.

The silence between them lasted only a moment before Scott turned on his heel.

“Where’s the venue?”

Evans blinked, startled by the sudden question. “It’s the Harrington Grand Plaza downtown. Here is the full address, Sir,” he said, giving Scott the piece of paper in his hands.

Scott gave a short nod. “Then that’s where I’m going.”

By evening, the sky had darkened, but the Harrington Grand Plaza was blazing with light.

Cars lined up at the entrance. Expensive black sedans, limousines, sports cars were all parked outside of the venue. Security men in black suits stood at the gate, scanning each guest thouroghly before allowing them in.

Scott walked down the sidewalk with quiet steps, blending in with the darkness for a moment. But as he stepped into the glow of the plaza’s lights, his presence shifted everything.

He approached the front gate calmly.

One of the bouncers, a tall man with an earpiece, immediately stepped forward and blocked him.

“Hold it right there,” the guard said, eyeing him up and down with distaste. “Name?”

Scott didn’t answer.

The bouncer frowned. “I said, what’s your name, are you dumb or something?”

Scott’s eyes were calm, but the expression on his face was blank.

The bouncer took a slow step closer, now clearly annoyed. “You’re not on the guest list,” he said flatly. “This event is for strong, rich, and powerful men. Not for people dressed like they just crawled out of a sewage tunnel.”

Scott didn’t move.

“You shouldn’t even be a security guard here,” the man continued, voice dripping with mockery. “What are you? Some washed-up ex-con looking for leftovers?”

Still, Scott didn’t say a word.

Instead, he reached into his back pocket slowly and pulled out a small leather wallet.

He flipped it open.

The guard leaned in, and froze immediately.

Staring back at him was a military ID with Scott’s photo. But not just any ID, this was the badge of a High-Ranking Officer, someone whose clearance ranked higher than generals. A classification few had ever seen with their own eyes.

That ID from the military gave him a free pass to any place he wanted to go. This was because the government believed the holder of the card would be a war hero before earning that kind of card. 

The guard’s eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly. His fingers trembled.

“I—I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered, stepping back instantly. “I… I didn’t know…”

Scott didn’t reply. His face remained cold, even after the pass had been granted.

“Please forgive me, sir,” the guard said quickly, now bowing slightly, completely shaken. “Top clearance—of course you’re allowed in. Please, go right in.”

Scott slid the ID back into his pocket and stepped through the gate without sparing the man another glance.

Inside, the event was already in full swing.

But none of it mattered to Scott. He didn’t come for the party.

His eyes swept across the hall like a hawk. He ignored the music, the laughter, and the speeches. He was looking for Laura.

But she wasn’t there.

He walked further in, walking through the people that were at the gathering.

Then all of a sudden, he heard the voice.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a proud tone on the stage, through a microphone. “Thank you for making this evening a memorable one.”

Scott turned.

And to his surprise, his eyes caught the speaker at once. It was him, it was Gale Harrington. 

Gale Harrington stood tall on the platform, dressed in a grey tuxedo, his black hair neatly brushed back. His smile was smooth and confident.

“Tonight,” Gale said, “we close a chapter. This property sale marks the final piece of a great business transformation. A toast to evolution, growth, and the bright future ahead.”

The crowd clapped.

Scott’s eyes burned into him.

Gale raised his glass of champagne. “And, of course, to my lovely bride-to-be, Laura. Though she couldn’t make it here tonight for long, she sends her love—and her signature.” He chuckled softly. “After all, she owns this company.”

Scott gritted his teeth at the sound of what he had just heard, his heart thumping. His last property was gone…