Domination of The Heir

A handsome man is seen sewing a red silk dress. The ancient-looking machine is still very capable of working. He is meticulous in ensuring that the folds of the seams match the posture of the wearer. He smiles as he fits the dress onto a mannequin. His years of hard work for a small wage had paid off. He managed to buy the expensive fabric and all the necessary supplies. He didn't want to be underestimated anymore. “She will definitely like it. Carol likes the color red like a blooming rose,” he says confidently. Until suddenly, he heard the sound of high heels. The man smiled, he knew who was coming. He hurriedly lifted the mannequin to show the results of his hard work for one month with great hope, so that his existence was recognized by his wife who had been underestimating him. However, his steps stopped instantly when he saw the woman he loved embracing intimately, an unknown man. The man put down the mannequin slowly with his eyes fully rounded.“We're divorced,” said a beauti

After Jacob's passing. The Kaye family was now in big trouble. Diablo Torres could not accept being battered and humiliated by a trashy son-in-law like Jacob. The entire Kaye family gathered in the living room to confer with one of the wealthy young businessmen in Rowbon town. “We are truly sorry, Mr. Torres. That's why we kicked him out. However, we never thought that he would be so rude to you,” said Mr. Samuel⸺Carol's father. “Apologize you say? My face must now bear the shame in front of my business relations and extended family! I don't accept it! You must have set me up here to be beaten by that bastard! How much did you pay!” shouted Diablo angrily with a face full of bruises and blood still dripping from his broken nose. “Indeed, Sir. Jacob is just a servant here. We never even considered him a son-in-law. He's the boy my late husband took in. I also don't know why my husband would go crazy like that and even marry Carol. We have been enduring his parasite-like existence,”

Jacob looked calm, even though he was still wearing simple clothes. Today, he was prepared for his mission, supported by Ewald the assistant and Emma. The luxury car stopped opposite a company that was reportedly in need of employees. Jacob carried Ewald's classically styled bag containing his job application. “Good luck, Young master,” Ewald said from the driver's seat as Jacob stood by his side. Jacob smiled with a nod. He looked so determined as he crossed over to apply for a job at the place. He met the security guard who was specially assigned that day to screen all the prospective employees in the company. “I know the kind of job that suits you without having to look at the files. Go in, then use the fire escape. The elevator is too good for someone like you to enter,” the security guard sneered. Jacob didn't answer, even though he was upset about being humiliated. It got him thinking, if people judge by appearances. Regarding whom the real identity is, it will be investigat

At 7 p.m. local time, a special banquet will be held to celebrate the return of the sole heir of the Rodriguez family. One of the resting houses of the Rodriguez assets, that Ewald managed to save, will be attended by important guests. The servants prepared to pamper their grand guests at the evening's closed-door banquet.“Mr. Wyatt, the guests have arrived. Have you memorized the names?” asked Emma, who was standing next to the handsome man in the navy blue suit.“Of course, Mrs. Emma. I have a good memory,” he replied confidently, which made Emma smile.One by one, the luxury cars dropped off their passengers in the main lobby. Ewald welcomed the guests into one of the Rodriguez family's vacation homes in the town of Vertiland. Ewald deliberately did not use his usual home for fear that the news of the Rodriguez son's return would make some people try to harm the young master. The old man also changed cars every day to avoid suspicion.“Hello, Mr. Patterson. Nice to meet you. I'm J

Jacob smiled in response. He whispered the task that Bastian was about to undertake carefully. The Rodriguez family's garden pour listened intently, accompanied by a nod. “Yes, I have been to that city before, Sir. I also have a family. You don't have to worry about how I live in that city,” Bastian said firmly. “Good,” Jacob replied with relief. “Only, the main problem now is … getting this place in order. It seems Ewald never visits his home,” Jacob continued with a long sigh. “Don't worry, Sir. The main room, kitchen, and bathroom have been cleaned. Only the living room, family room and yard have been left as they are to avoid any suspicion that the Kaye and Torres family's men followed you here,” said Bastian. “Hem, good thinking,” Jacob replied in agreement. “Oh, one more thing. Come with me,” Bastian invited as he stepped into a door that led to the back entrance. There was an old motorcycle with a lock attached. Jacob smiled and climbed onto it. Jacob fingered the thing, wh