Lorenzo's underlings and the young lady are shocked out of their wits at the sudden turn of events. This is a young man, with nothing extraordinary about him, yet Lorenzo, the prestigious Mafia boss is being subservient to him and pleading. It is too surreal. If not that they are seeing this with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it could ever happen."My Lord, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you! Please forgive me!" Black Dragon darts to Jordan, falls at his feet, and clasps his leg in desperation, begging."So you know to beg now? Weren't you all arrogant earlier? Hmph! You can shove your apology up your ass!" Jordan scowls, kicks his hands off his feet, turns and walks back to his chair, sits down, and crosses his leg. "You should leave now," he casts a glance at the young lady. "And make sure whatever you saw here today dies with you.""I promise, my lips are forever sealed, Mr. Callahan. Thank you so much," the young lady bows to him, feeling like she has just been saved

"H-huh?" Natasha stammers, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What's wrong? Why wouldn't you hug me?"For hours, she had been worried sick, even breaking down in tears over the thought that he was dead, only for him to suddenly come back, safe and sound, and she had been so overjoyed to see him that she'd wanted to give him a hug. But instead of opening his arms to her, he'd backed away, looking at her with nothing but disgust in his eyes. She doesn't understand why he would do that to her. It is heartbreaking, to say the least."W... why wouldn't you hug me?" Not being able to keep her raging emotions in check, she repeats, her voice somber. She looks at him with such intensity that it is as if she can see right through him, into the very depths of his soul. "Why would you turn away from me like that?""Why wouldn't I after what I just saw you doing?" Jordan blurts, his disgust clear in his tone. "I know it's none of my business, but there are plenty of guys out there..."If you need

"Jordan, you are finally here!" As Jordan drops down in front of Gourmet Garden, a five-star restaurant and one of the very best in the county, he is met with Daisy, who appears to have been waiting for him. "For a moment back there, I thought you wouldn't be coming," she batters her lashes at him.Jordan chuckles and playfully pokes her cheek. "I told you I would come, didn't I? Anyway, I thought you said we are only having a meal with your former classmates, why then are you dressed like you are meeting with a governor?" He teases."You are so annoying," Daisy shoots him a glare and chuckles. "I didn't mean to dress this high-end though, but my classmates can be... yunno," she trails off, not bothering to finish the statement. "C'mon, let's head inside. My classmates are waiting." Without waiting for his response, she loops her arm through his and they glide towards the entrance in perfect tandem, like two swans gliding across a lake."Look at that beautiful damsel, buds! Gosh, My

"Wait, Daisy, don't leave!" Seeing that Daisy is serious about leaving, Olivia dashes after her, pleading. "I'm sorry! I promise, I won't cause any more trouble. Please stay! Please!" She tugs on her arm.Olivia had initiated this meal with Daisy in particular not out of nostalgia because she's been dying to flex on Daisy how great and intriguing her life is and show off all the big names she's rubbed shoulders with over the years. It doesn't matter to her how fleeting those encounters were. And now she's got juicy dirt on Daisy too - her loser of a boyfriend, there's no way she's letting this opportunity slip through her fingers. She's got Daisy right where she wants her! She can't just wait to taunt her all afternoon and have her have a taste of what it feels like to have everything good to one's self.However, what she doesn't know is that she would never be getting the opportunity to do all that as Daisy has already made up her mind to leave. With a look of steel in her eyes, Dais

"What a bitch!" As they step back into the elevator as requested by the waitress, Olivia curses, kicking the innocent air. "Just because she is able to dine in the Presidential Private room, she is feeling all high and mighty! How infuriating!""Calm down, Olivia, I doubt they are dining there. Did any of you see that wastrel pay for the room?" Spencer suddenly asks a shocking question."No, why?" The others respond unanimously, staring skeptically at him."One of the rules of Gourmet Garden is payment before dining. That is, when someone arrives here, he selects a room and whatever he would eat and drink, then pays before a waiter or waitress leads him to the room he selected, and his selected dishes and drinks are served. You guys haven't forgotten we did the same thing when we arrived, have you?""Just go on, Spencer," Olivia urges impatiently, repeatedly tapping her foot on the floor."Well, that wastrel never did any of those and the waitress suddenly started leading them away. I