The Hughes Villa.
In recent days, an oppressive gloom had pervaded the Hughes household. Cory Hughes had just woken up from several days of coma, and the company had already hit rock bottom. All investors had declared their withdrawal, the company's capital chain had been interrupted, and there was a slump in product sales. The employees had all gone on strike. Overnight, all of Zora Hughes' contracts had been terminated and she had to compensate for a considerable amount of penalty for breaking the terms. It seemed as if the entire Hughes family had given up on struggling.
Zora was sprawled on the couch, looking like a walking corpse.
"Hah! So this is the renowned Hughes family!"
A woman's voice filled with scorn suddenly sounded from the doorway.
The members of the Hughes family immediately looked in its direction. Madam Hughes was already in a terrible mood, so she roared, "Who are you people? This is the Hughe's estate, get out right now!"
