Chapter 3 Dead End!

"Damn it." Mr. Oliver knows that photographer? What a useless little bastard! I shouldn't have hired him!"

The trip to Canada suddenly became the most frustrating trip for Jude Kyler. He was going to attend a dinner with the bigwigs in Toronto.

"They had guessed that the winter clothes Kyler Company had just worn were the same as Genevieve Groups' winter clothes last year," said his secretary.

Jude's face changed like someone who had just been caught doing something. He swallowed hard. Wasn't this what was going to happen in the end?

Boldly, Jude gave orders to his designer to copy the winter clothes model released by Genevieve Groups.

"Call a lawyer now! We can't lose!" said Jude confidently.

However, there was no denying the look of fear on his face. This was all because of his father, who had influenced him since childhood to think that one day, their company would have to defeat the Genevieve Group. This company, owned by Jude's family, had below-average products and quality.

How determined was he to destroy Genevieve's company?

"Mr, you have a dinner invitation from Mr. Oliver," his secretary said again.

"Shit ... Why is he so fast?" He threw a glass on the table at random. Because he was so panicked at that moment.

"Just give me a reason to refuse!"

"Yes, Mr."

Jude took a deep breath and exhaled roughly.

"We'll be at the restaurant soon, Mr," his secretary said again.

Quickly, Jude straightened his formal attire to keep it looking presentable. He had a lot on his mind at the moment.

"Oliver Genevieve, no matter how tall you are, I will ruin your life!" he said to himself.

His father was instrumental in destroying Genevieve's business. And making Kyler Company the leading company in the US.

Getting out of the car, he walked into the restaurant. He felt proud to finally be invited to a dinner that was only attended by important people in the US and Canada.

He was welcomed in by the waiter. And immediately greeted the bigwigs present.

"Good evening, Everyone ... Am I late?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Of course not. Dinner is still going on at exactly 7pm. There's still one more honored guest who hasn't arrived yet," said one of the bigwigs.

Jude's brow furrowed as he wondered who this honorable person was.

Soon after, all the bigwigs stood up in unison and smiled kindly at the sight of the handsome man who walked gallantly into the restaurant.

"Mr. Oliver ...." Jude's heart skipped a beat, sweat starting to pour down his forehead. Shouldn't Oliver not be on the guest list for this dinner? However, why was the man who was now in front of him walking haughtily while looking at him as if belittling him?

"Hello, Good evening, Everyone ... I'm sorry I'm a bit late, because today, I had to take care of a little pest who wanted to bother Genevieve Group," said Oliver who was sitting in the main seat there.

There was so much respect for Oliver Genevieve.

"Who is trying to disrupt your company, Mr. Genevieve?" asked one of the people there.

Oliver's eyes glanced at Jude. "Just a little pest whose name is not even known in this world. However, by not knowing himself, he wants to make my company his rival."

"What do you think, Mr. Jude?"

At the same time as the question was addressed to Jude, Jude was sipping whiskey to ease his nerves. However, when Oliver asked such a question, he immediately coughed.

"Oh, take it easy, Mr. Jude ... Everyone here hasn't even touched the drinks and food yet. But you must be looking forward to tasting them."

Jude wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. If he knew Oliver was coming to this dinner, he wouldn't have come.

"Mmmh, yeah, the Genevieve Group is already at the top level. If anyone wants to compete with it, they should know better," Jude replied with an embarrassed look on his face.

"It's good to be aware," Oliver replied again while looking at Jude meaningfully.

That made the atmosphere even more tense. And the others realized that there was something between the two of them.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Jude, didn't you say that you were on a business trip to Japan? Then why are you sitting here now?"

As we already know, an Oliver Genevieve would never want to lose especially if his opponent is not at all comparable to him.

"Mmmh, yeah, I'm going to Japan after this." Jude's palm holding the glass clenched it tightly. Trying desperately to keep his emotions from exploding. Because he knew that Oliver would win.

"Then, when you get back from Japan, you'll have a surprise." Oliver stood up from his seat, was he leaving already? He hadn't even touched his food yet.

"Oh yeah, before I go, I want to warn you, if you touch Genevieve Group one more time, see what will happen."

"Mmmhh, what about your wife's death being so mysterious?" Oliver continued, smiling meaningfully and also seeing the various reactions of the higher-ups there.

They are completely silent. But on the other hand, they were also confused by the ongoing feud between Oliver Genevieve and Jude Kyler.

"Everyone, I'm sorry I have to go home now because I still have to take care of some work at my company. Do you remember Genevieve Group's winter outfit last year? Well, someone tried to copy it and I'm going to sue that company. Until they plead guilty. Alright, Everyone, I apologize if this dinner didn't go well. Then, I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Oliver walked out of the restaurant and Alex-his personal secretary immediately informed him of the important news.

"Mr. Oliver, we found the grave of Jude's late wife!"

"Good! Do an autopsy immediately!"

Since Jude's wife had only died 6 months ago, perhaps her body was still intact.

See, Jude Kyler? If you try to interfere with Oliver Genevieve, then all the crimes you committed will soon be revealed!

Meanwhile, Jude who was still inside the restaurant with the others didn't know how to react.

"Mr. Jude, you didn't disturb the Genevieve Group, did you?" asked one of the men sitting next to him.

Jude didn't answer, not even thinking clearly at that moment.

His hand reached for the cell phone in his pocket. Then, he typed something to his secretary, [Immediately attack Mr. Oliver's wife! Make her helpless!]

Because everyone knows, Oliver loves his wife very much. Therefore, wouldn't destroying his loved one destroy him as well?

***

"There's no work for the son of a convict! We don't want to dirty the reputation of our restaurant!"

One of the managers at a restaurant rejected her outright because he knew Winnie's mother was a convict.

This wasn't the first time Winnie had been rejected because her mother was a convict. And that fact drove Winnie crazy!

Then, if she couldn't work, she had no money and couldn't eat.

She can't even pay the debt that her boss is charging her.

Where should she go now?

"Look, the bitch is looking for work!" said one of the women as they gathered to eat at the restaurant. Because they heard Winnie being cursed at by the restaurant manager.

"She should be a prostitute. Because no one would accept her-"

Before the woman could continue, Winnie walked up to her and grabbed her hair hard.

"Become a prostitute? Isn't that what you two do?" she asked, unable to contain her anger.

"It hurts! Let go!" the woman shouted as Winnie grabbed her very hard.

Not long after, a security guard came and broke up the fight. "Please leave now ... Don't make any more noise in this restaurant!" said the security guard, who seemed to be siding with the woman.

Winnie smiled with a grin, seeing how unfair the world was to poor people like her.

"You guys fucking funny. You saw what happened firsthand, didn't you? Was I wrong to defend myself because they called me that?"

This time Winnie's gaze was fixed on everyone who was eating there and witnessing the incident firsthand.

"Yet you all chose to remain silent." Winnie shrugged her shoulders and made a face as if she didn't care.

After that, she left. Because there was no point, no matter how much she defended herself, no one would be on her side.

3 hours later, being extremely tired and having yet to find a job, Winnie chose to sleep in her house. Although her mind and heart were not at ease, as she had yet to find a job.

Then she heard someone knocking on her door very loudly.

"Shit. Is that the damn boss?" Winnie immediately sat up from her bed.

"Open up! Quick!" she shouted from outside.

She couldn't help but go out and open the door. There was no way she could hide in her room. Someone outside would soon break down the door.

The door was opened by Winnie. Two men and two large women appeared. One of the women, Winnie recognized, was the woman she had fought with earlier.

"Damn it. She made my daughter cry!"

"Poor woman like you, how dare you touch my daughter's skin! I want this damn woman brought to justice!" the old woman said dramatically.

Winnie's eyes looked up at the woman who smiled slyly at her.

"Shit. I should have held my temper!" she cursed to herself.

It turned out that the woman was a person of considerable power. And could easily manipulate the story.

"You have to compensate! My daughter is traumatized because you have abused her!" threatened the woman's father.

"I'm just replying to your daughter's words-"

"Alright. If you refuse to give the compensation money. Then tomorrow you must come to the police station and if you don't, the police will drag you here! So prepare a lawyer who is willing to be paid cheaply by you!" Having said that, they left.

Making Winnie feel like a failure in life all over again.

"Fuck ... Fuck!" Winnie slammed the glass on the table. She accidentally stepped on the side of the glass and hit the sole of her foot.

She cried there. Lamenting her misery. Ask Frans for help. Of course, it was impossible. Because his father was currently in critical condition in hospital.

Then, Winnie's cell phone rang quite loudly. With puffy eyes and aching feet, she picked up her cell phone on the table.

Her former boss was calling her back.

Winnie let out an exasperated sigh. Great, trouble comes at the same time.

["What took you so long to pick up, stupid?"]

Just as she picked up the phone from her ex-boss, her ears already ached at the shouting on the other end.

["The day after tomorrow you have to pay all your debts. If you still can't pay them, then you have to leave your house!"]

If this was the case, what else could she do? Would she have to live on the side of the road and become homeless?

Instantly, she remembered her twin's words. Who offered to cooperate with her. Should she lower her ego and accept the offer? But, if she didn't accept the offer, her life would be even more miserable.

How would Winnie decide? Will she contact her twin? And become a surrogate mother to produce Genevieve's offspring?