Scratching the back of his hair, Gary walked towards the face basin, grabbed toothpaste and toothbrush, squeezing the paste onto the brush before beginning to scrape his teeth. His thoughts subconsciously drifted back to yesterday, the moment he and Fallon hugged, and he spat into the sink before rinsing his mouth out. “Maybe I have been going about this the wrong way,” Gary mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. After getting to the last button, he scowled and muttered, “I need someone that knows South Hill … But can I trust Fallon?” Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, Gary took in a deep breath and eyed her reflection in the mirror."Since he entered South Hill , he never really had the chance to explore the country because he was busy trying to muddle up things in the company. "Many more responsibilities as you grow richer. He mumbled to himself before the mirror." But now, he really needed to start learning his way around the country, and his first option was Fallon, but

They went into another store. Upon their entry, along with his friends, he took a while to cast a glance around, but then, there were sharp eyes glued to them.It was as though the incidence of the former store had spread all around.However, for a while, Gary stared into this stranger’s eyes, both of them holding back their tongue. and their expression is unreadable as if they were having a standoff.“Wow, if I didn’t watch the news, I would have never believed a man of such aura and vital presence was the useless house-husband of Miss Sandra.” "Who at all let him into this country?" The stranger broke the silence by looking at Gary with interest as though he was examining a priceless gem.Yet, Gary felt disinterested in whatever this guy had to say, so he simply ignored him and kept on staring at the woman standing in front of them.So, about your manager…” Gary asked, looking at the woman in a composed manner. “When I thought you couldn’t get any intriguing, you prove me wrong

Gary was still wondering what the whole drama was about. First of all, he wondered if Sandra came all the way from North Hill just to blackmail him and face Fallon?A girl he wasn't dating.His thoughts were suddenly broken by an interruption from Fallon's mom.Her weak voice projected and said. "My daughter isn't a whore. Please leave us alone.""I'll get back at you Gary." She immediately turned and left, closing the door with a huge hit.The hospital room was filled with silence once the doors to the room closed. Then Gary turned to look at Fallon, asking, “Are you okay?” “Yeah… Yeah, I am fine.” Fallon muttered, crossing her arms across her chest, lowering her eyes to the ground, and sighing softly. “I’m sorry…”“For what?” Gary asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.“For being like that… my mother's health issues. It seemed like I held you down with it.” Fallon murmured, clenching her teeth together and averting her eyes away from him. “When you start fighting for your r

Looking at the worry in his men’s expressions, Gary felt a bit dumbfounded that they were staring at him like that, and he rubbed a hand across his face tiredly and mumbled, “What is it? Well… you just knock the shit outta some dude,” Ryan said hesitantly, eyeing the others to back him up. “How did you guys know about that?” Gary frowned, glancing between the four of them. Slowly, Ryan looked over at James, raising his brows with a curious look plastered across his face, making James sigh before facing Gary. “The clip is all over the internet.” He said calmly. “And we are confused because there’s no extra information about what led to the punch.” “Well, he insulted my mother, calling me a son of a bitch… My mom is no, bitch.” Gary snapped, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger, feeling his breathing quicken with rage. Staring in disbelief, Ryan muttered beneath his breath, “Shit, he had that one coming and deserved it… Well, more than a punch.” The room was quiet for a m

Outside the apartment was crowded with even more reporters and news crews as the seconds turned into minutes, and no one seemed willing to give up and leave. In the dining hall, Gary, Fallon, Ryan, Mrs Gilbert, and James sat around the table, in silence, eating their breakfast, and occasionally stealing glances at each other. When Fallon looked at her mother, she could tell that she was getting increasingly concerned, and she looked over at Gary, looking away from his eyes when he caught her stare. “Do you still have Sandra’s number?” Fallon said after a few moments had passed, her voice low. Raising his gaze, Gary fixed his eyes on her, but she refused to meet his stare. Taking a deep breath, Gary took a long look at her and asked, “Why do you need it?” “To end this nightmare,” Fallon muttered, her eyes glued to the table. Everyone’s gaze was now focused on her as her mother asked, her voice filled with uncertainty, “What are you talking about now?” Slowly, Fallon lifted her h