"Yes, sir," the butler responded, gripping the steering wheel."Okay I will like you to drive me there.""Okay sir Marvin."Marvin settled into the backseat, and after a moment, he spoke. "So, what do you think of tech? It's been changing the world, hasn’t it?"The butler hesitated before answering. "Well, sir, I can’t say I’m a fan of all the new gadgets and machines. It’s made people lazy, if you ask me. Everyone relies too much on technology. They’ve stopped using their hands, their heads... It's like they’ve forgotten how to do things the old way."Marvin listened quietly, curious. "So, you don’t like tech at all?"The butler sighed. "Not entirely. I admit, some machines have been helpful to me over the years. Made my work easier, saved me time. But overall, I think it’s made people softer."Marvin nodded, though his expression showed a spark of excitement. "Well, I’m the opposite. I’m a huge tech enthusiast. I love everything about it."The butler glanced at him in the rearview m
Inside the limousine, the girls were still chatting excitedly. They had poured themselves glasses of wine from the mini-fridge, and their laughter echoed through the luxurious vehicle."This place is incredible!" one of the girls exclaimed, taking a sip of wine."I feel like we’re living in a movie," another added, stretching out on the soft leather seats.The expensive looking lady grinned smugly as she leaned back, holding a crystal glass. "This is just the beginning, girls. Once we meet the boss of this car, our lives will be set."As they enjoyed their drinks and continued talking, the limo door suddenly swung open. The girls all looked up, startled. Standing there was Marvin, the man they had insulted in the restaurant. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a serious look.The leader of the girls gasped, as her face turned pale. "What… what are you doing here?" she stuttered, struggling to find her words.Marvin who was still outside, crossed his arms. "I think I should be
As Marvin stepped outside the restaurant, one of the girls in the group leaned closer to their leader and whispered with a smirk, "Your friend is here."The leader rolled her eyes in disgust. "Please, don’t make fun of me by associating me with that average, pathetic excuse of a man," she spat, glaring at Marvin from a distance.Marvin was just outside, holding his phone up to his ear as if making a call. He looked calm now, but still had the same determined expression on his face.The leader of the girls snapped her fingers suddenly. "Girls, I have an idea."The others perked up, looking curious. "What is it?" one of them asked."Well," the leader began, with her lips curling into a sly smile, "instead of waiting for an Uber, we could go over and talk to that butler by the Lamborghini. If we’re lucky, he could introduce us to his boss, and maybe we’ll get to enjoy a ride in that luxurious car, and get to know him. Trust me, no man would be able to resist sexy and extremely attractive
“Why did you trip me, you wicked and pathetic excuse of a man?” she snapped, with a voice that was full of accusation.Marvin blinked, completely taken aback. “What? I didn’t trip you!”For goodness sake, he hadn’t even moved from his seat. The stylish woman crossed her arms and glared at Marvin. “What do you mean you didn’t?” she said, with a voice that was dripping with disbelief.Marvin looked down at his shirt, the bright red stain glaring back at him. His face hardened, and anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up abruptly, glaring at the woman.“Look, young woman,” he said, with a voice that was tight with frustration, “I didn’t do anything you’re accusing me of. I didn’t trip you. In fact, you owe me an apology for lying against me and ruining my shirt!” He pointed at the stain, his words were firm and demanding.A few people around the restaurant gasped at Marvin’s bold demand.The woman’s eyes narrowed as she looked Marvin up and down, her expression had turned even more conde
At exactly ten in the morning, Marvin stepped out of his suite. The hallway was filled with hotel staff scurrying to and fro and each of them bowed in greeting as he passed.He had done the impossible some days ago and that act left them in awe and they were impressed.But Marvin didn’t even glance at them. He moved with purpose, his gaze was set straight ahead. The whispers of respect and fear followed him like a shadow.As he reached the front doors, he stepped into the bright courtyard. There, waiting for him, was a sleek Lamborghini Aventador limousine. Standing next to it was the butler assigned to him, dressed sharply in his uniform.“Good morning, sir,” the butler greeted, bowing deeply.“Yes, good morning,” Marvin replied, his voice was calm but distant.The butler straightened up and asked, “Please, sir, may I know the reason for your outing today and where you wish to go?”Marvin glanced at him. “I want you to drive me to a restaurant that serves spicy peanut butter noodles
Tariq leaned back in his chair, letting the moment hang in the air before he answered the host’s question."How much?" the host asked again, leaning forward, eager for the response.Tariq smiled, his eyes were gleaming. “Around fifty billion dollars.”Mr. Richmond's world froze.Fifty billion? His son, Marvin—whom he had always thought of as a failure—was was now actually a billionaire? And not just a billionaire, but someone who had made that fortune without any help or affiliation with him?He couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense. His son, whom he had disowned and cast aside, had managed to pull off a deal that no one else could. Marvin had somehow become a powerful player behind the scenes, without his father even knowing.Mr. Richmond felt like the ground was shifting beneath him. His chest tightened, his pulse pounded in his ears. How could this have happened? How could Marvin, of all people, have outplayed him like this?Across the room, Martha's eyes widened in shock as
Darren fumbled with the hologram machine, his hands were shaking slightly as he set it up on the small table in front of Mr. Richmond. A few seconds later, the device flickered to life, projecting a clear image into the center of the room. It showed a well-lit studio, where Tariq Khyber, the CEO of the Khyber Group, was seated across from a John Larry a famous TV pundit.Tariq’s smile was wide and genuine, his face was glowing with triumph, like he had just achieved something extraordinary. Mr. Richmond’s expression hardened as soon as he saw his rival. That smile meant only one thing: progress. And progress for the Khybers was bad news for the Richmonds.Mr. Richmond clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of anger wash over him. Tariq Khyber wasn’t just any competitor—he was one of the most cunning and crafty men in Westwood’s business world. Every victory Tariq scored was a threat to Mr. Richmond’s empire.“What is this?” Mr. Richmond asked, his voice was edged with frustration as he s
Back in his lavish private spa room, Mr Richmond lay back on a comfortable lounge chair, his eyes were closed as soft music played in the background. The warm steam and the soothing scent of lavender filled the air of the private spa room. The events of the day felt distant now, almost like a bad dream he was finally waking up from.Beside him, Dana Orion, his wife, was scrolling through her phone, with a slight smile playing on her lips. Her Instagram page had exploded with new followers ever since they got married, and now, every post seemed to be filled with congratulations and admiration.“Look at this, honey,” Dana said, showing him her phone screen. “They’re all talking about us. Some are even saying that we’re the new power couple of Westwood.”Mr Richmond smiled faintly, not opening his eyes. “Good for them. I’m just glad I can finally relax.”Dana nodded, though she looked a bit worried. She knew today had been tough for him, overseeing some projects and attending to some
Marvin’s eyes locked onto that of receptionist’s, they were cold and unblinking eyes. The receptionist felt a shiver run down his spine, as if he were staring into the eyes of a predator.“You think I can’t afford it?” Marvin’s voice was low and calm, but it carried a dangerous edge.“No, sir, that’s not what I meant,” the receptionist stuttered, his hands were sweating so much now that he could barely grip the card. “I just—”“You just what?” Marvin interrupted, leaning in slightly. The receptionist could smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with sweat, and it made him even more nervous.“I just—” the receptionist began again, but his voice faltered. He felt like he was drowning under Marvin’s intense gaze. Everyone in the room was silent, watching, waiting to see what would happen next.Marvin straightened up and gave a small, cold smile. “Well I suppose how I choose to spend my money is non of your business is it?""No." The receptionist replied almost immediately."Okay then, r
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Cast aside as worthless, Marvin's hidden Ultra Mega Synapticore Force is about to awaken. His rise will shatter those who betrayed him. Are you ready for the reckoning? Are you all ready for Marvin's rise from the trenches to the ultimate throne of dominance?