Tyler woke up to the sound of his phone ringing on the nightstand. Groggily, he reached for it, seeing Jenkins' name on the screen. He rubbed his eyes, noticing the time - 10 am.
"Young master Tyler, good morning," Jenkins said, his voice crisp and alert. "I called to inform you that Marshal and Gerald Wanton will be arriving at noon from Las Vegas. Would you like to pick them up with me at the airport?"
Tyler's mind quickly cleared. "Yes, I'll come with you."
"Very well, sir," Jenkins replied. "I'm outside in the Maybach, waiting for you."
Tyler yawned, stretching his arms. "Give me a few minutes to shower and dress."
"Of course, sir. Take your time," Jenkins said before hanging up.
Tyler got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
About ten minutes later he came out from the bathroom and dressed in a casual white T-shirt and blue jeans with a blue denim jacket matched with a faded white sneakers.He quickly made his way downstairs where he met his father in-law watching a movie.
"Good morning dad" he greeted cheerfully.
"Morning kiddo how are you this morning"
" Am doing great dad"
"Heading out somewhere?" Mr Jackson asked.
"Yes dad, I want to visit an old friend of mine.its been long we met each other"
"Oksy take care and stay safe"
"I will dad" Tyler said and quickly made his way out of the house.
He then walked the shirt distance from his house to the estate gates where Jenkins was waiting for him in Maybach sedan.He enters the master seat and Jenkins immediately greets him.
"Good morning young master"
Tyler nodded his head for a reply and quickly closed his eyes.
"The new mansion" Jenkins instructed the driver.
The driver nods his head and navigates the Maybach through the streets of Orange County.
Jenkins seated beside Tyler begins to strike a conversation with him.
"Sir, Marshal and Gerald will be arriving shortly. I've arranged for them to meet us at the new residence I acquired for them."
Tyler nodded, his eyes opened and now fixed on the passing scenery. "Very well, Jenkins. I'm looking forward to seeing the place."
The driver turned onto a quiet street, pulling up to a stunning mansion. Jenkins opened the door, and Tyler stepped out, followed by Jenkins.
A few minutes later, a black SUV pulled up, and Marshal and Gerald stepped out, looking around in awe. Tyler approached them accompanied by Jenkins, a warm smile on his face.
"Welcome, gentlemen" Jenkins greeted them.
Marshal and Gerald exchanged a stunned glance before turning to Jenkins, who bowed slightly. "It's our pleasure, sir" Marshal wantons replied back respectfully.
Tyler gestured towards the mansion. "Please, let's go inside" he said as he walked inside.Jenkins followed by Marshal and his son Gerald moved behind him.
As they entered the grand foyer, Jenkins gestured to Tyler while talking to Marshal and his son
"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to the young master of the Wales family in DC, Mr. Tyler Wales. He's the one who made it possible for you to return to Orange County."
Marshal and Gerald's eyes widened in surprise, and they turned to Tyler with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Wales," Marshal said, his voice filled with sincerity. "We can't thank you enough for your kindness."
Tyler smiled humbly. "Please, call me Tyler. I'm just glad I could help. However, I must ask that you keep my involvement in this private. I intend to keep a low profile, and I wouldn't want my identity to be revealed."
Gerald nodded vigorously. "Of course, Tyler. We understand. We won't breathe a word to anyone."
Marshal added, "We promise to obey all your commands, Tyler. You've done so much for us, and we're in your debt."
Tyler's expression turned serious. "I don't want you to feel indebted to me. I just want us to have a mutually beneficial relationship. You'll be safe here, and I expect you to respect my wishes."
Jenkins stepped forward. "I'll ensure they understand the terms, Tyler. You can rely on me to keep everything in order."
Tyler nodded, satisfied. "Good. Let's get settled then. Jenkins will show you around the property and help you get acclimated."
As Jenkins led Marshal and Gerald away, Tyler watched them go, a sense of satisfaction and purpose filling him.
After a few minutes Jenkins led Marshal and Gerald back to the sitting room, where Tyler was waiting. "Please, gentlemen, have a seat," Tyler said, gesturing to the plush armchairs.
As they sat, Tyler began to explain the reason for their return. "Marshal, I know you were unfairly ousted as the patriarch of the Wantons family by your younger brother Solomon. I want you to know that I'm here to help you reclaim your rightful place."
Marshal's eyes widened in surprise, and Gerald leaned forward, intrigued.They never expected that their coming back from Las Vegas to orange county would have anything to do with ruling the wantons family.They found it hard to believe.
Tyler continued, "I've gathered evidence of Solomon's wrongdoing, and I intend to use it to punish him for his actions. He's been a thorn in my flesh and it's time someone held him accountable."
Marshal's face filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Tyler. I don't know what to say. This means everything to me."
Tyler smiled. "You don't have to thank me, Marshal. This is about justice. Solomon's actions have consequences, and he'll face them soon enough."
Gerald spoke up, "What do you want from us, Master Tyler?"
Tyler leaned back in his chair. "I only need your loyalty, gentlemen. I'll take care of the rest."
Marshal nodded, a look of relief washing over him, happy that someone still cared about him.
"You have our loyalty, Master Tyler. We won't betray your trust."
"Very well then" Tyler said and his eyes narrowed as he turned to Jenkins. "I want you to make sure that Solomon's crimes are exposed to the world. I want every detail, every misdeed, every corrupt action to be plastered all over social media. I want the world to see him for the manipulative, power-hungry individual he is."
Jenkins nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, sir. I'll see to it immediately. We'll create a social media campaign that will leave no stone unturned about Solomon's guilt."
Tyler's gaze turned to Marshal and Gerald. "And I want you both to be prepared to testify against Solomon when the time comes. Your accounts of his wrongdoing will be crucial in bringing him down."
Marshal and Gerald nodded in unison, determination etched on their faces.
Tyler turned back to Jenkins. "Now, I want you to call a meeting with all the family members of the Wantons family. I want them to gather at the Wantons family manor, and I want Daisy Young to be there to facilitate the meeting."
Jenkins raised an eyebrow. "Daisy Young, sir?"
Tyler nodded. "Yes, Jenkins. She's the only one I trust to keep the meeting civil and ensure that everyone is heard. I want her to make it clear that attendance is mandatory, and anyone who fails to show up will face severe consequences."
Jenkins nodded, making a note on his phone. "I'll make the arrangements, sir. But may I ask, what's the purpose of the meeting?"
Tyler's smile was cold and calculated. "The purpose, Jenkins, is to inform the Wantons family that a new era is beginning. An era where Solomon's tyranny will no longer be tolerated, and where justice will finally be served."
Jenkins nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'll make sure everyone knows, sir."
The scene now opens at the Wantons Manor which is seen in utter chaos and confusion. Family members milled about, their voices raised in shock and disbelief as they discussed the news that had spread like wildfire on social media. The once-respected patriarch, Solomon Wantons, was now being exposed for his evil deeds, and no one knew what to make of it.
In one corner of the sitting room, Mrs. Wantons sat crying, her body shaking with sobs. Her son Fred knelt beside her, trying to console her. "Mother, please, don't cry. We'll get through this," he said, his voice soft and gentle.
But Mrs. Wantons couldn't be comforted. She had always known that Solomon was ruthless in business, but she had never suspected that he was capable of such evil. The thought of his actions brought shame and embarrassment to their family, and she didn't know how they would ever recover.
Nearby, a group of family members gathered around the TV, watching as the news channels replayed the evidence of Solomon's wrongdoing. They gasped and whispered to each other, their faces filled with shock and horror.
Just then, Daisy Young burst into the room, flanked by two imposing security guards. The room fell silent as she strode confidently towards the family members.
"Excuse me, everyone," she said, her voice firm and authoritative. "My name is Daisy Young and I'm here to deliver a message from my boss, the CEO of Ace Cooperation."
The whole wantons family members were shocked and looked at her like dummies.
Daisy Young, the Vice Chairman of Ace Cooperation, stood tall, her presence commanding attention.She also ignored the looks on the faces of the wantons family members.
"Well just like I said before I'm here to deliver a message from my boss, the CEO of Ace Cooperation," she announced, her voice firm and authoritative.
One of the family members, a tall, imposing figure, stepped forward to confront Daisy like one who just left a trance.
"Listen, Daisy, if you're here to create a scene with us, you can just forget about it. We're not interested."
Daisy's eyes flashed with anger at the dismissive tone. "Excuse me, but I am not someone to be trifled with. I am the Vice Chairman of Ace Cooperation, and I demand respect."
Fred, who had been watching the exchange, snorted in derision. "And what makes you think you can just barge in here and start making demands?"
Daisy's expression turned icy. "My position, Fred. And the fact that my boss has taken a keen interest in the Wantons family and its... antics. You see, we've been watching, and we're not pleased. Not pleased at all."
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Daisy. The family members exchanged nervous glances, sensing that something was about to go terribly wrong.
"You all have two hours to gather your things and leave this manor," Daisy continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "After that, the property will be seized, and you will all be cut off from the family fortune."
The room erupted into chaos, with family members shouting and protesting. But Daisy stood firm, her authority and presence commanding attention. "I suggest you use the time wisely," she said. "You won't be given another"
Fred Wantons sneered at Daisy. "You think you can just come in here and dismiss us from our own family? You have no right, and neither does your boss. I'm the one in charge of the Wantons family, and whatever I say stands."
Daisy smiled, a hint of triumph in her eyes. "You're wrong, Fred. You see, the real true head of the Wantons family is on his way here right now and lest i forget if you could remember, your Uncle Marshal Wantons is still alive and is the true heir and patriarch of the Wantons family."
Fred laughed. "My uncle disappeared a long time ago, and we don't even know if he's still alive. You're just dreaming, Daisy. Even if he was alive, he's been gone for so long, he has no claim to the family fortune or leadership."
Daisy's smile grew wider. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Fred. Your uncle Marshal has been in hiding, waiting for the right moment to reclaim his rightful place as the head of the Wantons family. And that moment is now. He's on his way, and when he arrives, you'll see that I'm not dreaming."
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Daisy and Fred. The family members exchanged nervous glances, sensing that something was about to change. And then, just as suddenly, the doors burst open and a tall, imposing figure walked in. "Ah, right on time," Daisy said, with a nod. "Uncle Marshal, welcome home."
The room fell silent as Marshal Wantons walked in, his presence commanding attention. The family members stared in shock, whispering to each other about his sudden return.
"Where has he been?" someone whispered.
"I thought he was dead," another person said.
Marshal Wantons ignored the side talks and walked straight to the seat of the head of the Wantons family. He sat down, his eyes scanning the room, and said, "Please, everyone, sit down."
At first, no one moved. They seemed hesitant to obey the man who had been absent for so long. But Marshal repeated his request, his voice firm but calm. "Sit down, please."
Still, no one moved. Marshal's eyes narrowed, and he gave a slight nod to the bodyguards standing by the door. They cracked their guns, the sound echoing through the room, and everyone quickly sat down, except for Fred.
Fred stood his ground, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I won't sit down," he said, his voice trembling with anger. "You can't just waltz in here and expect us to obey you. You've been gone for years, Uncle Marshal. What makes you think you can just take over now?"
Marshal's eyes locked onto Fred, his expression unreadable. "Sit down, Fred," he said, his voice low and even. "We have a lot to discuss."
Fred still refused to sit down, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Daisy Young stepped forward, her voice firm but polite. "Fred, please, sit down. This isn't going to help anything."
Fred hesitated, then reluctantly sat down, his eyes never leaving Marshal's face.
Marshal's gaze swept the room, his expression stern.
"I'm not here to waste time or banter words with any of you. I've come to set things right, to reclaim what's rightfully mine."
He paused, his eyes locked on Fred. "I was wrongfully denied my rights as the heir to the Wantons family by my younger brother, by your father Solomon. And yet, no one stood up for me. No one stood up against him when he killed my wife just because she refused to break our matrimonial vows by having an affair with him, no one stopped him when he wanted to claim my life, forcing me and my son Gerald to go into exile."
His voice was laced with pain and betrayal. "But I'm not here to dwell on the past. I'm here to move forward. And that means, Fred, that you must drop all your rights as heir to the Wantons family, immediately."
Fred's eyes widened in shock, but Marshal continued. "You will hand over all family businesses under your care to me. I will not pay you back for the wrong your father did to me, Fred. We are blood-related, after all. But I will not tolerate any further disobedience or disrespect."
The room fell silent, the weight of Marshal's words sinking in. Fred's face reddened with anger, but he seemed to be calculating his next move.
"I expect your cooperation, Fred," Marshal said, his voice firm. "I expect you to sign over all necessary documents and transfer control of the businesses to me within the next 24 hours."
Fred's eyes flashed with defiance, but he said nothing. Marshal's gaze held his, a silent challenge, until finally, Fred looked away.
Fred's face twisted in defiance. "I won't do it," he spat, his voice venomous. "I won't give up everything my father built just because you're back."
His mother, Mrs. Wantons, begged him to reconsider. "Fred, please, don't be foolish. Your uncle is willing to spare your life and offer you a new start."
But Fred was unmoved. "No," he snarled, standing up. "I won't betray my father's memory like that." He stormed out of the house, leaving the family members in an uncomfortable silence.
Marshal's gaze swept the room, obviously ignoring Fred's actions, his expression stern.
"The time for choosing has come," he said. "You must decide whom you want to follow. If you choose to follow Fred, you will leave this family and drop whatever positions you hold at the Wantons Group,also you would drop everything you have acquired as benefits from the wantons family be it cars houses and even the money you have in your bank accounts would be confiscated.But if you decide to follow me, I can offer you a new start, a chance to redeem yourselves and begin anew."
The family members looked at each other nervously, then back at Marshal. One by one, they nodded, choosing to follow Marshal. Mrs. Wantons was the last to agree, tears streaming down her face.
Marshal nodded, his expression unyielding. "Very well. Those who have chosen to follow me will be spared. But remember, loyalty will be rewarded, while betrayal will be punished."
With that, he stood up, his bodyguards closing in around him. "I will leave now for my new residence, which has been prepared for me. I suggest you all remember your choices and act accordingly."
And with that, Marshal Wantons walked out of the house, leaving the family members to ponder their decisions.