“DRUGS? That’s ridiculous!” the woman answered, her voice was louder than before. “He’s an alcohol addict, but not on drugs. As much as I remember, he hated drugs and his son’s life was almost ruined because of that.”“Why?” August asked, his curiosity was intensifying as the time passed by. He didn’t know about that news, and neither it was written on the document Daphne gave him.The old woman didn’t answer him. Instead, he gazed at August with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “Why do you ask? And why does Mill seem to hold such a profound interest for you?”She narrowed her eyes, her gaze not leaving August. August, on the other hand, shook his head and decided not to push himself into asking anymore, or else the old woman would raise her suspicions.“It’s nothing. He was… a friend,” August said in a low tone, wondering why it was the alibi that came out of his mouth.And with those final words, he bid the convenience store farewell, leaving behind an air of unresolved emotions.
AUGUST furrowed his brow, his anticipation evident. He waited for George's explanation. "The Wellington Corporation," George declared. "Your father warned me not to get involved, and I strongly advise you to heed the same advice." "Why?" August's voice grew dark, mirroring the intensity in his gaze. "That family has inflicted so much pain upon us... upon me..." "Do you know why Charles couldn't confront them directly, even though he was capable?" George asked, swirling his glass of beer in a clockwise motion. "Why?" August inquired, his eyes fixed on George. "Because they aren't easy opponents to face,” George warned. His words carried a weight of caution and concern. “The Remington family may be superior to the Wellington Corporation, but your father was extra careful with that family for that reason, so you better be careful.” The silence enveloped them, weighing heavily on August's heart as he struggled to absorb the message George yearned to convey. He only knew one thing f
THE silence filled the room as August commanded that in his authoritative tone. It was his usual tone when he was in the Remington Corporation, but people in the Blackbell prison saw it for the first time. They couldn’t believe that August, who was once judged and criticized by everyone, had the capacity to be authoritative like that. “Alright,” Amadeus answered as he recovered from his shock. It wasn’t evident on his face, but August’s sudden change of expression shocked him, too. Amadeus, who was already behind the door, walked toward August with his hands inside his pocket. Staring at each other intently, they understood that what they were going to talk about was confidential, and no one should hear about it. Meanwhile, the remaining two, Hector and Sergio, found it weird that August was requesting Amadeus’ presence alone. Rio, on the other hand, just didn’t care at all. “That’s fishy, August. Why are you requesting Amadeus to stay?” Hector asked, raising a brow. “You two… Are
IN an instant, Harvey's breath caught in his throat. The tendrils of terror gripped his body, paralyzing him as he stood frozen, acutely aware of the gun aimed at his back.A voice, distinctly female, reached his ears. It was slightly familiar and he knew that he heard that somewhere before. Harvey strained to recall where he had heard that voice before, but his memory failed him."Who are you?" Harvey managed to ask, his voice trembling, hoping to divert the woman's attention momentarily and seize control of the situation by turning around and disarming her.Yet, the woman remained one step ahead, sensing Harvey's intentions. She fixed her stance and ominously cocked the .45 caliber gun she held. The sound reverberated through the silent room, intensifying Harvey's fear."Don't even think about doing anything foolish. Who knows if I'll squeeze the trigger and end you right here?" The woman's words dripped with a chilling and menacing tone. "Why are you here?"The person behind him po
AT FIRST, Daphne wasn’t able to understand what August was talking about, but as soon as the Wellington Corporation’s rural sank into her mind, her eyes widened in shock.“You’re planning to acquire that?” Daphne asked, still the shock was evident in her tone. “Did sir Charles know about this?”“Not yet,” August answered as the side of his lips rose. “I’m still processing the proposal about the acquisition, but I really have plans on why I wanted to buy that hospital—Not just my personal agenda.”Daphne didn’t answer. Instead, she stared at August intently as she tried to decipher what he was thinking. However, when August looked back at her and gave her the same intensity of the stare she was giving, she awkwardly moved her gaze away and cleared her throat.“Anyway, you should call him Father, Daphne. You’re his daughter-in-law,” August scolded her in a gentle tone.“Yeah…” Daphne replied awkwardly as she bowed her head and scratched her neck. She didn’t want August to see her face r
WESLEY's smile reflected on his face as August watched closely. The seemingly genuine expression couldn't deceive August, who understood the true emotions concealed behind the facade. August needed to be extra careful with Wesley at all costs.Despite the risks involved, August found himself sitting across from Wesley Wellington, ready to present his idea of making the rural hospital the Remington Corporation’s subsidiary.Alternatively, he was prepared to acquire it entirely, believing that a skillful negotiation with Wesley could secure it at a fair price. ‘Negotiating the price of the hospital would be easier on the head of the fish than its tail,’ said August at the back of his mind as he thought about Wesley and Francis, respectively."Please have a seat, Sir," August gestured towards the table, extending an invitation."Thank you, child," Wesley acknowledged, his bodyguard ensuring his comfort by pulling out the chair. Positioned discreetly nearby, the bodyguard maintained a
“WHY are you here?” Wesley asked, curiosity etched on his face as he gazed at his son, bewildered by the anger that consumed him. "Do you have any reason to be here as well?" he inquired further.Francis hesitated before responding, fearing that his words might inflict pain upon his father. He needed to collect his thoughts and regain composure, though his actions alone raised Wesley's eyebrow in suspicion."If not, you should leave," Wesley asserted authoritatively."Dad, I have no business being here," Francis replied, his voice laced with contempt. Concealing his clenched fists behind his back, he ensured that August and Wesley remained unaware of his raging emotions. "I happened to hear from the company about your meeting with Remington Corporation today,” he added.His voice carried a calm demeanor, yet a sharp edge underlined his words. Struggling to maintain his composure, Francis couldn't help but fixate his gaze on August, who was acting innocent as his eyes darted between
After his intense conversation with August, Francis made his way to the Wellington Corporation, burdened with a pile of unfinished tasks for the day. Deep down, he knew his father would be disappointed if he abandoned his responsibilities and rested at the mansion. Reluctantly, he trudged into his office, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight. He saw Wesley sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for him."Dad?" Francis called out, his voice laced with confusion. His brows furrowed as he added, "What are you doing here? I thought you were planning to take the rest of the day off.""I was planning to, but something captured my attention so profoundly that I couldn't tear my mind away from it," Wesley replied, raising a white folder. It was the very proposal August had presented earlier."That young man claimed the hospital held sentimental value for him, but I believe there's more beneath the surface," Wesley explained, motioning for Francis to join him on the couch.Without hesi