"Nonsense! How can such a lowlife come from a rich family?" Sarah scoffed. "Your grandpa picked him up from God knows where, therefore he can't possibly be from a wealthy family."
"Mom, that's where you are wrong," Tezzy said.
"Yes, Mommy, that's what I've been thinking too," Zeenat chimed in.
"Once that idiot's small amount of money is finished, he is going to come crawling back here. And by then, we won't give him an easy time," Sarah predicted maliciously. "Zeenat, prepare yourself. We need to call Simon and welcome him over for a meal."
"Okay, Mommy," Zeenat said.
Little did they know, Simon was currently kneeling in his family's ancestral hall.
At the Powell mansion
"Simon Powell...! What have you done? How did you provoke such a powerful, unknown tycoon?" Old Master Powell was completely losing his mind.
"Grandpa, I didn't!" Simon protested. "I was only with my girlfriend, Zeenat. After that, I came straight home. I haven't come across anyone important, let alone provoked them!"
It was clear from his face that he truly believed he hadn't crossed anyone powerful. But then, how could anyone explain the sudden, catastrophic drop in the Powell Group's stocks?
"Son, are you absolutely sure you didn't provoke anyone?" his mother asked anxiously. "Can you swear to God that you didn't offend someone who is now playing games with us?"
"Mom, Dad, can you guys please just believe me? I didn't wrong anybody!" Simon groaned, getting exhausted from the endless questioning.
But then, his younger brother spoke up. "Actually, you did provoke someone. You just didn't realize who they were." He stepped forward and handed over a laptop.
On the screen, a chilling message was written:
Blame Simon Powell for breaking our Young Master's relationship and engagement. The Powells shall never stand to see the sun nor the moon again.
The family couldn't figure out who this mysterious person was. But the moment the word 'engagement' was mentioned, Simon got a terrible feeling in his gut. His mind immediately flashed to Xander, the poor delivery boy.
"Impossible...!" Simon shouted. "Xander? That delivery boy? How dare he?! Zeenat was my woman from the start—how dare he threaten me?!"
"Stupid boy!" Old Master Powell roared. "Do you even know who he is? Where he comes from, or who his family members are? How dare you go after a woman who was already engaged! Now look at what you've done—you are causing the downfall of the entire Powell family by yourself! Find a way to correct this mess, solve this problem, and don't you dare show up in this house again if it isn't fixed. Go find that boy and bring him to me!"
"Okay, Grandpa. I will do just that," Simon said, trembling.
Before he could walk out, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Zeenat.
"Hello," he snapped.
"Sweetheart! That idiot finally left," Zeenat said happily, grinning from ear to ear on the other end of the line. "Come over to my house. Mommy wants to meet you and have a meal together."
"Sweetheart, call that boy right now! Tell him he must come to the Powell mansion immediately!" Simon shouted desperately. "He can't just leave. That criminal isn't going anywhere! I don't know what kind of trick he used, but our stocks are crashing. Call him! I'm on my way."
"Hello? Sweetheart, wait—" Before Zeenat could tell him that Xander's number wasn't going through, Simon slammed the phone down.
He was beyond frustrated. How dare that lowlife animal run away from him? Dream on, he thought.
Did he think the Powell family was an easy target? No way. We can never and will never be pushed around by a nobody. That damn woman! Simon's mind was racing, and his emotions were completely unsettled. He couldn't believe that simply wanting to toy with a woman and show off had cost him this much.
Just then, his phone rang again.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Hey, cousin..." a mocking voice said. "I heard things are not going so well on your side?"
"I'm going to hang up if you have nothing useful to say," Simon growled, and without wasting another second, he ended the call.
Option 2: Light Flow Edit
This version sharpens the dialogue, fixes the business terminology (like "stocks crashing"), and emphasizes Simon's growing panic.
"Nonsense!" Sarah scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "How could a lowlife like that come from a wealthy family? Your grandfather literally dragged him in from the middle of nowhere. He's a nobody."
"Mom, you're completely blind to the truth," Tezzy sighed, shaking her head.
"Actually, Mommy... that's exactly what I've been thinking too," Zeenat admitted, a seed of doubt finally planting itself in her mind.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Please. Once that idiot burns through whatever small amount of money he managed to scrounge up, he'll come crawling back to us. And when he does, we'll make his life a living hell. Zeenat, stop stressing and go get ready. Call Simon and invite him over for dinner."
"Okay, Mommy," Zeenat murmured, pulling out her phone.
Little did they know, at that exact moment, Simon Powell wasn't living the high life—he was kneeling in terror inside his family's ancestral hall.
At the Powell Mansion
"Simon Powell...! What on earth have you done?!" Old Master Powell roared, looking like he was on the verge of a stroke. "How did you manage to provoke a completely untouchable tycoon?!"
"Grandpa, I swear I didn't!" Simon pleaded, his knees aching against the hard floor. "I was just at a restaurant with my girlfriend, Zeenat, and then I came straight home. I haven't crossed paths with anyone important!"
He looked completely sincere; in his mind, he really hadn't done anything wrong. But his innocence didn't explain the text flashing on the screens of every Powell Group executive. The company's stocks were completely tanking.
"Son, think carefully," his mother begged, her voice trembling. "Are you absolutely certain you didn't offend someone? Someone is systematically destroying our family business right now!"
"Mom, Dad, you have to believe me! I didn't wrong anybody!" Simon shouted, utterly exhausted by the interrogation.
His younger brother, who had been quietly tracking the source of the financial attack, turned his laptop around. "Actually, Simon, you did provoke someone. You just didn't care enough to notice."
On the screen, a stark, unyielding message read:
Simon Powell will pay for destroying our Young Master's relationship and breaking his engagement. The Powell family shall never stand to see the sun or the moon again.
The family stared at the text, completely baffled. But the moment Simon saw the word engagement, a cold sweat broke out across his forehead. His mind flashed back to the delivery boy in the restaurant.
"Impossible...!" Simon gasped, his face twisting in rage. "Xander? That pathetic delivery boy? How dare he?! Zeenat was my target from the very beginning—how dare a beggar threaten me?!"
"You absolute fool!" Old Master Powell bellowed, slamming his cane against the floor. "You didn't even bother to find out who he was, where he came from, or what kind of power backs his family?! You went after an engaged woman, and now you've brought the entire Powell empire to its knees! You will fix this mess yourself. Do not dare step foot back into this house until this problem is solved. Go find that boy and bring him to me!"
"Yes, Grandpa. I'm going right now," Simon stammered, scrambling to his feet.
As he hurried toward the door, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Zeenat.
"Hello!" he barked into the receiver.
"Sweetheart!" Zeenat's cheerful voice came through, completely oblivious to his panic. "That loser finally packed up and left. Mommy wants you to come over so we can all have a nice dinner together."
"Zeenat, listen to me closely—call that boy right now!" Simon ordered frantically. "He cannot leave this city! I don't know what kind of black magic he used, but our family's stocks are completely crashing because of him. Call him and tell him I'm looking for him!"
"Wait, Simon, hello? Hel—"
Before Zeenat could tell him that Xander's phone was completely switched off, Simon disconnected the call.
He slammed his steering wheel in pure frustration. How dare a lowlife animal play games with him? Dream on.
Did that piece of trash think the Powells were an easy target? Simon thought bitterly, his chest heaving. We will never let a nobody ruin us. This is all that damn woman's fault. He was entirely unhinged, unable to comprehend that a simple power trip over a delivery boy was about to cost him his entire inheritance.
Suddenly, his phone rang again.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Hey, cousin..." a smug voice drawled over the speaker. "I heard things are looking a little catastrophic over there. Need some help?"
"If you have nothing useful to say, I'm hanging up," Simon snarled, cutting the call before his cousin could even laugh.