★★★★ "Why did not he punish Mr. Winston Makenzie instead of rewarding him with fame and fortune, or does he never love Mr. Kingston, since this is what your words screaming to us," another reporter probed William, and the rest nodded in agreement. How could a father be biased towards his son? Knowing what his younger son had done to his elder son, he should have chastised him harshly rather than nurturing him with comfort. "Who declared he did not?" William raised his voice, sneering, and glanced at Winston, who abruptly withdrew his hand from his face and turned to face William. A look of terror shot across his face. "All of the property was registered in my name, and it was further stated in the testament that if an accident occurred before I reached the age of twenty, the entire property would be passed to Winston; contrary, Winston or his descendants would never get any property as long as I live. This became a source of tremendous concern, yet Winston's fortune was extremely go

★★★★ Mrs. Hughes halted holding Katherine's hand. On the other hand, Katherine felt a chill creep into her spirit and her spine turned hard. She swallowed, her heart pounded with panic as her grip tightened around her mother's arm. "Oh no, Mom, I cannot stop. My head is spinning," Katherine muttered, panting heavily. “I will not put up with any more slander about my daughter. You have already caused her enough grief, so I am making this clear to you right now: quit fabricating stories about her using your time so that you can offend her tonight. She came here full of love and hope for you, but you are disgusting," Mrs. Hughes growled, her nostrils flaring. Her rage was building to the point that she wanted to slap these corrupt families to give them the lesson they needed. “Stop thinking highly of your family, Mrs. Hughes. You have never taken time away from your daily extravaganza which you enjoyed with your friends; otherwise, you will discover it is not a wonderful fantasy world,

★★★★ “I never concealed myself, William. You may have simply been late in seeing it. And I may say that you already knew everything," Brian halted, glancing at William with careless eyes. "But I can't find an answer to this question: why are you pretending to be my friend all this time? What is your intention?" With both hands in his pockets, Brian uttered the words. Even while he knew that tonight the world would learn the truth about him and would undoubtedly feel sorry for William, they would quickly forget it because William was going to become an exclusive beggar and people were as self-centered as demons. They would not idle away their time discussing someone who had lost the affluence and prestige for which they had long respected him. Now that so much had happened and there was nothing left, Brian also did not feel that it was necessary for him to talk sweetly to William because sooner or later he would have to push William down. This time, Brian would not kill him; instead,

★★★ "You really crept me out that day when you arrived at my house to give me this bracelet!" Monica said to Brian, lifting up the bracelet in the air, “You made a great effort to hide the disdain you had for yourself, but for some reason, you were unable to do so, and I am quite adept at spotting people's moods. I quickly realized that you were not a guest at the house, but rather a person with a very important goal. Our suspense stemmed from Martina's outburst during the funeral when Martina snapped at me because of this object. You had given her as a gift that had become valuable to her, which is why she quickly recognized the bracelet." Monica gazed coldly at Brian, contempt in her eyes. If she could, she would take his eyes from their sockets and dump them in the dirt. Monica's veins tightened in rage as she imagined how he attempted to murder William. "And this gun!!" Monica proceeded, pulling the revolver from her bag, adding, "You brought this toy to kill me, isn't it, Brian

★★★★ William had been brought to his castle by Sam and others after giving him strong assurance that no matter what they would find Miss Monica by the morning, regardless of the risky measures they had to use. While Danielle was pacing back and forth in the hall, waiting for William and Sam to come back. She had seen Katherine trying to slit her wrist after confessing her crime, which took her a lot of time to believe. She had killed Henry in such a way, that was horrific for William's grandfather to tolerate, as a result, he fell ill. William's grandfather dropped off to sleep after the doctor gave him a thorough examination, and she considered watching what was going on the ship, but the telecasting had stopped. She made multiple attempts to call Monica, but neither Sam nor Monica were answering their phones. She, therefore, arrived at William's Castle with the idea that, if she waited for Monica and William to return, she would meet them there. "Where is Monica?" Danielle questi