Madame Agnes discerned the reason why Charlie Sr. had barged into her mansion. He must have suspected her to be the culprit behind the fire outbreak. 'Has my grandson become so senseless? He didn't even bother investigating before rushing over here,' Madame Agnes thought in dismay. She was dismayed to realize that her grandson hadn't even attempted to investigate before confronting her. "You should return to wherever you came from, Charlie," Madame Agnes said coldly, turning around and walking away. Charlie Sr. called out to his mother with clenched fists, but one of Madame Agnes' underliners stepped forward to explain that she was not responsible for the incident at Margret Owen's home. Charlie Sr. felt his face fall as he realized he had acted foolishly. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Please convey my apologies to my grandmother," before leaving the mansion. He continued to ponder who could have caused the fire. As he hopped into his car, he muttered his ex-wife Chloe's
Charlie Sr.'s fists clenched tightly, emitting a cracking sound as his cold gaze locked onto Hill. "Where is my wife?" he demanded in a deep, unwavering voice. Hill snorted derisively. "Even in the face of death, all you care about is Margret? Do you really think I don't have the guts to kill you?" "I don't care. Where is she?" Charlie Sr. snapped, taking a step closer to Hill. Hill's finger twitched on the trigger, and a bullet shattered the asphalt, halting Charlie Sr.'s advance. Frustration etched across his face, Charlie Sr. clenched his fists tightly. "Take one more step, and I'll shoot," Hill threatened before retreating to his car and speeding off. With a rueful sigh, Charlie Sr. got into his own vehicle and drove straight to the police station for help. After exchanging pleasantries with the sheriff, Charlie Sr. settled down to narrate his ordeal. The sheriff approached Charlie Sr. cautiously, curious as to why such a prominent figure had come to the police station. "Ma
Hill gave a swift command, "Fire!" In response, his men opened fire at the gate, causing Charlie Sr. to release his grip and fall onto the ground. Charlie Sr. covered his ears as a barrage of gunshots bombarded the gate. Suddenly, Hill's voice rang out, "Stop! Stop!" The gunfire ceased, and Charlie Sr. stayed on the ground, listening to the sound of the wind howling. As thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the sky, Charlie Sr. clenched his fist and rose to his feet. The rain began to pour down on him, but he remained standing in the downpour. He walked towards the gate, grabbed the bars, and called out, "Margret!"**** Margret Owen's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed out the rain-streaked window. Charlie Sr. was still out there, searching for her. Determined to escape, she quickly fashioned a makeshift rope out of the room's curtains. Despite the raging storm outside, she tied one end to a heavy wardrobe and lowered herself out the window. As she descended, lightning flas
After they both fell asleep, Margaret Owen woke up the following day to find Charlie Sr. still in bed, his face pale. Concerned, she placed her palm on his forehead and noticed he was burning up. "You have a fever," she said to him. "I'm fine," Charlie Sr. replied in a hoarse voice. Margaret knew he wouldn't admit to feeling ill, so she called a doctor and fetched a bowl of water. With clean clothes, she began wiping his body with the cold water-soaked cloth. "I've called a doctor," she told him seriously. Charlie Sr. opened his heavy eyelids and said, "Thanks, Margaret, but it's just a fever. I'll be alright." Margaret shook her head and insisted, "You're not alright, Charlie. As your wife, I have to take care of you." Charlie Sr. stopped complaining abruptly when there was a knock at the door. Margaret got up and walked over to answer it, revealing a man in his late thirties on the other side."Please come in, Doctor Mill," Margret Owen welcomed the doctor as she opened the do
Charlie Sr. listened with bewilderment as Hill spoke. The words seemed to fly over his head, leaving him feeling lost and confused. Seeking some form of reassurance, he turned to Margret Owen, only to see that her face had paled and she appeared to be frightened. Frustration welled up within him, causing him to clench his fists tightly. Hill spoke to Margret with a confident tone, suggesting that she had a choice to make. "Margret, the decision is yours. If you divorce Charlie Sr., I promise not to reveal Celestine's identity to anyone," he said, gesturing towards Charlie Sr. Margret held onto Charlie Sr.'s arm and shook her head in disbelief. "I don't believe you, Hill. You're lying," she retorted, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Hill laughed, as if he had anticipated her response. With a calm expression on his face, he reminded her of her humble beginnings. "Don't forget how you rose to fame, Margret. You were just a secretary before you joined Star Entertainment, a struggli
Charlie Sr. withdrew his arm with a scowl as Ben snorted in derision. "What brings you here, Charlie?" Ben asked, his tone cold. Despite his annoyance, Charlie Sr. spoke in a deep voice, "Ben, I am interested in working for your company." Ben burst out laughing, his mocking tone cutting through the air. Charlie Sr.'s scowl deepened, and he regarded Ben with displeasure. "If you want to work for me, it's simple," Ben sneered. "Get down on your knees and bow to me. Maybe I'll let you work as a cleaner." Charlie Sr. gritted his teeth until they creaked, then turned on his heel and strode towards his car. Ben reached out to stop him. "Since you're here, why not stick around?" Ben suggested his hand landing on Charlie Sr.'s shoulder. Charlie Sr. seized Ben's arm and yanked him forward, then slammed his fist into Ben's face. Ben stumbled and fell to the floor. Charlie Sr. turned to leave, heading towards his car. Suddenly, Ben jumped up and shouted, "Stop him! Catch that bastard!" Th
Chloe was suddenly grabbed from behind by a drunken Daniel. Startled and horrified, she let out a loud shriek as the two of them stumbled and fell to the floor. The commotion attracted the attention of some clubbers, who chuckled and laughed at the spectacle. Chloe's bodyguards quickly rushed to her aid, concerned for her safety. "Madam, are you alright?" one of them asked, peering down at her. Frustrated and angry, Chloe glared at them and snapped, "Get him off me, you idiots!" Her bodyguards immediately sprang into action, grabbing hold of Daniel and pulling him away from Chloe. However, before they could take him away, Chloe stopped them and demanded to know where they were taking him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Where are you taking him?" she demanded, her voice laced with irritation and annoyance. Chloe's bodyguards exchanged confused glances, clearly unable to comprehend her instructions. Chloe, feeling frustrated and exasperated, realized that she couldn't exp
Margret Owen's voice rose in anger as she defended Charlie, "Charlie is not anything like what you said. He is a thousand times better than you!" Charlie Sr. frowned and intervened, "Margret, you shouldn't have hit him," he said in a low voice. Daniel turned away dejectedly, his shoulders slumped and his destination unknown. "I'm leaving now," Charlie Sr. informed Margret Owen before getting into his car and driving away from Jing Entertainment.As he drove through the city, he noticed a large mall and decided to make a stop. While driving, he heard a piece of news that caught his attention: the mall was hiring cashiers and sales representatives. He parked his car and confidently walked into the mall. Two security guards approached him with excitement and greeted him warmly. "Welcome, sir," one of the security guards said, grinning from ear to ear. Charlie Sr. was surprised by the warm reception since he had not experienced such treatment since his downfall. "Good day, can you p