Knoxville was sitting in the living room, surrounded by the familiar comforts of the space, when Alice walked in with her son by her side. She looked tired but relieved to be home, and a warm smile spread across her face as she greeted Knoxville."Hey Knoxville," Alice said, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude.Knoxville turned to face her, his expression calm and collected. "I'm fine, thanks," he replied, his deep voice soothing. "I was told your dad's house has been renovated, so you'll be moving out soon."Alice's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of returning to her childhood home. "Thanks so much for the stay," she said, her tone filled with genuine appreciation. "We really appreciate everything you've done for us."Knoxville took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath his worn T-shirt. "It's my pleasure," he said, his voice low and sincere. He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Alice felt a pang of gratitude towards t
Maxwell's face was a picture of fury as he made the call, his anger palpable in the air. He paced back and forth, his eyes blazing with intensity, as he waited for the person on the other end to answer.As the person picked up, Maxwell's voice was low and menacing. He banged his fist on the table in front of him, making the objects on it jump. "You will have to listen to what I have to say, understand?" he growled, his words dripping with malice.But the person on the other end was not intimidated. They bashed back at Maxwell, their voice rising in defiance. "I am done listening to you," they spat. "So you're getting married to her? That's never going to be possible, trust me."Maxwell's face darkened even further, his eyes flashing with anger. He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You know the repercussions of not listening to me," he warned. "I wouldn't repeat myself, so you better stay put until I ask you to come." With that, he hung up the call, his chest
Mr. Rodriguez's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at Maxwell, his voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity. "You're here, Maxwell?" he asked, his eyes flicking to the closed door behind Maxwell.Maxwell walked closer to the pair, his movements confident and deliberate. Knoxville, on the other hand, looked less than pleased to see Maxwell. He smirked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of annoyance and hostility as he glared at Maxwell. Then, with a dismissive flick of his head, he turned away, his face set in a scowl.Knoxville's voice was laced with irritation as he asked, "You asked what's going on here! What did you hear?" His tone implied that Maxwell had no business being there, and that he was somehow eavesdropping on a private conversation.Maxwell chuckled, a low, smooth sound that seemed to grate on Knoxville's nerves. "Is there something I need to know that you both are hiding from me?" Maxwell asked, his eyes locked on Knoxville's face, his gaze piercing and intense.Kn
Knoxville POVAs I stepped into my dad's house, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I had come here with a singular purpose: to search for clues. Something had been nagging at me, a feeling that there was more to the story of what had happened years ago. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was determined to uncover the truth.As I looked into my dad's eyes earlier, I had seen something there that gave me pause. It was a flicker of guilt, a hint of trouble that he had been holding back. And yet, despite the anger and resentment I had been harboring towards him, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to the story than I had initially thought.I thought back to the fact that my dad had been visiting my mother's grave twice a year. If he had truly wanted to betray her, would he have been so diligent in paying his respects? It didn't add up, and I found myself wondering if I had misjudged him all along.As I began to search the house, I could
Knoxville POV As I stepped out of my car and onto the sprawling grounds of the KT company, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. This was my mother's company, a business empire she had built from scratch, and although I had never worked here, neither have I come here once. I grabbed the folder containing the pictures and CD, and headed towards the company's main building. As I walked through the hallway, I was greeted by my aunt's personal assistant, who was waiting for me with a warm smile. "Welcome, sir," he said, his eyes gleaming with courtesy. "Your aunt is expecting you. Please, follow me."I nodded, falling into step behind him as he led me to my aunt's office. The PA pushed open the door, and I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the spacious room. My aunt was seated behind her massive desk, a look of warmth and concern on her face.. "Hey Knoxville," she called out with a warm smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with affection. The way she said my name, with a ge
Knoxville POVI sat in my car, waiting for my dad's PA to arrive. The door swung open, and he slipped into the passenger seat beside me. He turned to face me, his expression expectant. "You said you wanted to see me, Knoxville. I'm here now," he said, his voice neutral.I smirked, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. "I wanted to ask you something very important," I said, my tone measured. The PA nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "What is it?" he asked, his voice encouraging me to continue.I chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and leaned back in my seat. The PA's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression curious. He seemed to sense that whatever I was about to ask was significant, and he was ready to listen.I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto the PA's. "What did you know about Henry?" I asked, my voice low and even. The PA let out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought it was something serious," he said, chuckling. "Henry is your PA, and you guys have been frien
Knoxville sat in the VIP room, his eyes fixed on his father, who lay motionless in the hospital bed. The soft beeping of the life support machines and the gentle hiss of oxygen filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions that churned within Knoxville's chest.As he gazed at his father, a mix of anger, sadness, and regret swirled within him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions, before speaking in a voice that trembled with emotion. "Why haven't you told me all this while?" he asked, his words laced with a deep sense of hurt and betrayal.Knoxville's eyes searched his father's face, seeking answers to the questions that had haunted him for so long. "Why did you make me hate you so much?" he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "You made my mother misunderstand you, and she hated you till her dying breath."As he spoke, Knoxville's hand reached out, and he gently took his father's hand in his, his touch a poignant contrast to the anger and r
Knoxville POV I strode into the company, my every step exuding confidence, with Henry walking closely behind me. I maintained a serious expression as I entered the hall, where the shareholders were already seated. Maxwell sat opposite me, his eyes fixed on mine with an air of challenge. I glanced at my father's empty chair, a pang of sadness hitting me. If he weren't in the hospital, this meeting might not be necessary. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and sat down on the right-hand side, beside my father's PA, facing Maxwell. Our eyes locked in a tense stare.With a calm demeanor, I asked, "What's the purpose of this meeting?" My voice was steady, but my eyes never left Maxwell's face. I already knew the reason for the meeting, but I wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth.Maxwell's words hung in the air like a challenge. "The shareholders are talking about the chairman seat. They said it can't be empty." I scoffed, my eyes narrowing in disdain. He's exactly like his mother,
Maxwell's fingers moved swiftly over the keypad of his phone as he dialed Helena's number. The phone rang only once before Helena's voice came on the line, clear and crisp. "Let's meet at my place immediately," Maxwell said, his tone urgent and commanding. He didn't give Helena a chance to respond, hanging up the call before she could utter a word.An hour passed quickly, and soon Helena was standing at Maxwell's doorstep, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. She was ushered into the living room, where Maxwell was pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on the floor."Why have you called me here?" Helena asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of apprehension. She took a seat on the couch, her eyes never leaving Maxwell's face.Maxwell stopped pacing and turned to face Helena, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I called because I am tired of our plans failing," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We've been at this for months, and yet we're no closer to achieving ou
Maxwell had exhausted all avenues, seeking out one lawyer after another, but the response was always the same: the case couldn't be reopened. Frustration etched on his face, he sat across from yet another lawyer, his eyes pleading for a glimmer of hope."Sir, did you mean nothing can be done?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with desperation.The lawyer's expression was sympathetic, but his words were resolute. He nodded negatively, his head shaking slowly from side to side.Maxwell's eyes narrowed, skepticism written across his face. "I doubt it," he muttered, his voice low and even. "This case can't be reopened?"The lawyer's response was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Maxwell. I think it's time to let it go."Maxwell's face darkened, anger simmering just below the surface. He rose from his seat, his movements abrupt, and made his way out of the lawyer's office, the weight of defeat settling heavy on his shoulders.Maxwell trudged towards his car, f
Knoxville lounged on his plush couch, eyes fixed on the TV as he flipped through channels in his spacious living room. The soft glow of the screen cast a warm light on his chiseled features. Suddenly, his phone rang out loud, shattering the tranquility.He checked the caller ID, his expression shifting from relaxation to curiosity. It was his father's personal assistant. Knoxville's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he wondered what could prompt the call.He clicked the answer button, placing the phone to his ear. "Hello, Knoxville," a deep, professional voice said.Knoxville sat up straight, eyes narrowing. "What's the issue? You don't just call without a reason," he asked, tone firm, face filled with curiosity."Did you know about the case involving your mother and her ex-husband?" the voice asked, its tone neutral but with a hint of underlying significance."Yes, the one I asked you about not quite long ago," Knoxville replied, his curiosity piqued."Yes," the voice confirmed. "What ab
The attorney plugged the flash drive into his work laptop and began to watch the footage, his eyes fixed intently on the screen. His expression remained neutral, a mask of professionalism that betrayed no emotion. Maxwell watched him, his own eyes narrowed in anticipation, as the attorney watched the video from start to finish.As the footage ended, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what do you think?" He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on the attorney's face.Gomez leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together as he considered his response. "I think you would have had a pretty strong case years ago," he said finally, his voice measured and deliberate. "But unfortunately, not now." His words were like a dash of cold water, and Maxwell's face fell as he realized that the attorney was not as optimistic as he had hoped."What do you mean?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with concern as he sat up straight, his eyes locked intently on the attorney. He d
The ride to Leo's place to retrieve the videos was surprisingly short, but what followed was an agonizingly long and intense viewing session. Maxwell's eyes were glued to the screen as he watched the incriminating footage, his mind racing with the endless possibilities. He couldn't believe the goldmine he had stumbled upon – this was the ammunition he needed to bring Knoxville down.As the last frames of the video flickered away, Maxwell's face twisted into a sly grin. He felt an overwhelming sense of triumph and vindication. This was it – the key to unlocking his revenge."Thanks, Uncle Leo," Maxwell said, standing up from the worn couch, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I'll be off now." He paused, his eyes locking onto Leo's, a hint of a threat lurking beneath the surface. "Let's keep this little transaction between us, shall we?""Alright, use this to your advantage," Leo cautioned, his voice laced with a mix of concern and encouragement. "Don't do anything stupid," he added, h
As Maxwell continued to fling everything in his path, Leo walked in, stopping him from breaking anything more. "Stop it," he said firmly, grabbing the lamp from Maxwell's hands and placing it on the stool. "Why are you acting like this? What the hell is going on?" he asked, trying to calm his nephew down.Maxwell's chest heaved with anger and frustration, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He seemed to be on the verge of exploding, his emotions simmering just below the surface. Leo's calm and authoritative tone seemed to be the only thing holding him back from unleashing his full fury.It seems you meant to say Maxwell instead of Mathew. Here's the revised paragraph:Maxwell was too angry to calm down, so he continued to pace the room, anger clouding his mind and his judgment. He couldn't think. All he felt was rage. Rage for his father, Knoxville, the lawyer, and the PA. The image of Knoxville smiling as the PA spoke ill of his character appeared in his mind, and he began to p
Maxwell's face turned a deep shade of red as he spluttered in outrage, his eyes bulging with indignation. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice rising to a near-shout. "My father would never say such things! This is all just a fabrication, a lie to keep me from my rightful place as chairman!"The PA and lawyer exchanged a sympathetic glance, their expressions softening as they gazed at Maxwell's distraught face. The PA spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. "Your father wishes for you to change your ways and become a better man, Maxwell. He wants you to learn from your mistakes and grow as a person. And if possible, he hopes you can learn to love and live in harmony with your brother."Maxwell's expression turned even more incredulous, his eyes wide with disdain. "Love and live in harmony with him?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "You expect me to just forgive and forget everything he's done to me?"The lawyer stepped forward, his eyes locked on Maxwell's fac
Maxwell's eyes widened in outrage as he directed his question to his late father's PA, his voice trembling with indignation. "How can this be possible?" he demanded, his face reddening with anger.The PA, a man with a stern expression and a hint of a sympathetic gaze, looked at Maxwell and shrugged, as if he'd been waiting for the opportunity to speak. "Well," he began, his voice measured and calm, "when your father was alive, he was watching the both of you carefully, to see who was competent enough to carry his legacy."Maxwell's face fell, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt, as the PA continued. "And I'm not sure how to put this kindly, but you weren't the chosen one, unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell." The PA's words were like a slap in the face, and Maxwell's expression reflected the shock and pain he felt.The PA's expression turned somber, his voice taking on a serious tone. "According to your father, you proved to be easily bought and incompetent in many ways." The words hung in t
Knoxville POV I turned to face Maxwell, my eyes locked on his, as I delivered the scathing rebuke. "Your hands are dirty, Maxwell," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "That's the only reason you have the people's vote, not because you're competent to be the chairman." I paused, my gaze piercing through his facade. "They know you're an easy target, a puppet they can manipulate to do their bidding. That's all you really are to them, and that's why they'll support your attempt at a coup."Maxwell's face twisted in rage, his eyes bulging with indignation. But I wasn't finished yet. "You're right, I don't have the authority to return their shares," I continued, my voice unwavering. "But I've brought my father's PA, the acting CEO, to set the record straight." I turned to gesture to the acting CEO, who stood beside his lawyer, their faces stern and professional. "Let's hear from them, shall we?" I said, my eyes never leaving Maxwell's face, daring him to challenge me further.He cleared h