He picked up the phone in befuddlement and wanted to call his mother. However, on the verge of
pressing the dial button, he remembered her stern warning, “Don‘t call me!”
That was right. Eloise was a busy woman. How could she have time to answer his phone calls? Even if
she had answered, it was useless as there was nothing she could do. After a brief pause, he exited the
call interface, opened a text messenger, and typed, “I lost, sorry, and goodbye.”
“Mr. Hall…” His secretary was waiting for him at the door, a box in her hands.
Nathaniel motioned for her to leave with a feeble wave of his hand. “Leave. You should leave!”
He forced himself to stand up, walked over to the floor–to ceiling windows, and looked out. This city still
had plenty of life, prosperity, and glimmering beauty, but none of it belonged to him.
He vaguely remembered the first time he moved into the office. It had just been established, but the
sales from the perfumes developed by Lily were doing very well. It became popular as soon as it hit the
shelves. The product price was not high and fell within the affordable range.
Still, owing to the high quality and widespread praise, orders were constantly coming in, and the
company was thriving. It was like today’s Rebirth in many ways. Nathaniel earned a lot of money at the
time. He attracted investors and shareholders to inject capital, and the company was developing well.
His career was doing great, and his love life...
He had Lily, who dedicated her life to him, and Melanie, who was gentle and sweet in his arms. He was
simply a winner in life.
Nathaniel had once thought that everything would develop toward a bright future. He would have it all –
wealth, status, reputation, and power. He wanted to prove to his mother that he could succeed without
her support. One day, he could step into the wealthy circle, too.
This was supposed to be the start of something, but he had no idea it would also be the end. ‘When did
things start to go south? Where did things go astray?‘.
Nathaniel could not think anymore. He only knew he would never have the chance to turn things
around. For him, it was game over.
Nathaniel staggered out of the bar drunk. He stumbled a few steps before he leaned against the wall
and puked. Even so, he refused to let go of the beer bottle. Alcohol was the only thing that could numb
his mind and make him forget everything for a while.
He took a few more sips as he staggered forward. He muttered something vaguely along the way.
Suddenly, he tripped on something and fell to the ground.
Crash!
The beer bottle shattered and cut his palm, but he did not realize it was bleeding. He just laid on the
ground and laughed.
That was when a pair of polished leather shoes appeared before him. He raised his head and looked at
the person‘s blurry image. “You...”
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