The Million-Dollar Heart

On the other side of town, Richard stormed into the bakery with his entourage and bought away every last cake on the shelves. Then, after snatching up a dozen blowguns, he charged towards the nursing home with fury in his eyes.

At that very moment, Baron Brooks was lounging comfortably in a deckchair, soaking up the sun and listening to an opera recording. Life without that pesky Richard was bliss!

Just as he reached for the glass of water on the side table, the door to his room burst open with a violent kick. Startled, he spilled water all over himself and was instantly enraged. Whirling around, he saw Richard leading a posse with an air of vengeance, each one armed with cakes of all things.

Baron' brow furrowed in anger, "What's gotten into you, you old jerk? Why busting into my place with all those cakes? Did Richard finally find his conscience and decide to throw him a birthday bash? He thought.

But that couldn't be right; his birthday was months away, deep in December.

Baron braced himself as suspicious picked his nerves. What kind of nasty trick was Richard planning this time?

Richard merely glanced at him dismissively. Without bothering with a single word, he turned to his bodyguards with an order, "Let 'em have it!"

Before Baron could even grasp what was happening, the guns were loaded with cakes and, with a loud "BANG!", and the pastries smashed precisely onto his bed.

Baron was furious as he bellowed, "Richard! Do you want to get yourself killed?!"

Ignoring his outburst, Richard stood in the center of the room, leaning on his cane with an air of unshakable calm.

The bodyguards fired the cakes one after another, and in moments, the walls, the ceiling, and the furniture in the room were all plastered with creamy shrapnel.

Baron was apoplectic, so much so that he nearly passed out.

All cake cannons were fired after a few minutes.

nodded in approval on seeing the disastrous

nursing home, but despite his rashness, he couldn't muster the nerve. Ignoring the fact that he couldn't get his hands on a real bomb, the nursing home was state- owned. Blowing

to teach Baron a lesson. It simply wasn't worth

and the result was indeed satisfying.

gasping for breath, was covered in cake splatter; his clothes were

have your head for this!" he shouted and lunged forward, but his foot slipped on a piece of cake, sending

his regular workouts saved him from a more

to mess with my granddaughter-in-law again, not only your room will be blasted the next time,

it and see if I

and anger, retorted immediately, "Nonsense! Nobody bullied your baby granddaughter-in-law. You're

smile was menacing. "Your family people had kicked my door to annul the wedding and you are still feigning innocence here. Do you need

was taken aback, "Annulling the wedding?

marriage between the best of the Brooks and the Ellington heir. Are you daydreaming?"

his memories

valued the capability and fortune of the Ellingtons so he was aiming to align the Brooks' with that family. It didn't matter which Brooks granddaughter married into the Ellingtons; securing a match with the heir was all

he had no say in the Brooks family, which was built all by his father at

the situation but Richard paid them a

disagreement had simmered down and was

as to why it was

didn't just disagree back then; I drafted a dissolution agreement, which you