Maria Bolton's jubilant laughter echoed through the opulent resort as she toasted her supposed victory, relishing in the anticipation of Mr. Radcliffe's downfall. She reveled in the thought of seeing him behind bars, of watching Enermig crumble beneath the weight of scandal, and of finally exposing the man she saw as her ultimate rival.With a smug grin, Maria raised her glass high, her eyes glittering with triumph. "To victory!" she declared, her voice ringing out with arrogant confidence.But her celebration was short-lived, shattered by the sudden arrival of police vehicles outside the resort. Maria's heart skipped a beat as she watched in disbelief, her champagne glass frozen halfway to her lips, as uniformed officers spilled out of the cars and began making their way toward her.A sense of confusion washed over Maria as she struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Why were the police here? What could they possibly want with her?As the officers drew nearer, M

The courtroom was tense as Maria Bolton's trial reached its climax. Eric dressed as Mr. Radcliffe sat stoically at the prosecution's table, his gaze fixed on Maria, who sat opposite him with a defiant expression. The air was heavy with anticipation as the judge prepared to deliver the verdict."All rise," the bailiff announced as the judge entered the room, her black robes billowing behind her. Eric stood along with the rest of the courtroom, his heart pounding in his chest.The judge took her seat at the bench, her gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd. "Members of the jury," she began, her voice commanding attention, "have you reached a verdict?"The foreman of the jury stood, a solemn expression etched on his face. "Yes, Your Honor," he replied, his voice steady. "We have."Eric's pulse quickened as he waited for the verdict to be read. Beside him, Calvin leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the foreman.The foreman unfolded a piece of paper and cleared his throat before delivering t

The street was a blur of movement as Eric and Jacob sprinted towards the ring, their eyes fixed on the glint of metal that seemed to dance just out of reach. With each step, the ring seemed to slip further away, kicked by a passing foot or rolling just out of grasp.Eric's mind raced with confusion and disbelief. Why was this stranger so desperate to claim the ring as his own? No one had ever approached him like this before, demanding something that belonged to him. Could it be that Jacob knew more about the ring than he did? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.Beside him, Jacob's gaze was locked on Eric, his expression a mixture of determination and frustration. Eric didn't fit the image of a man who possessed such power – he was poorly dressed and unassuming. Yet there it was, the ring gleaming on his finger, the very object Jacob had spent months searching for.As they continued to chase after the ring, Eric's heart pounded in his chest, a sense of urgency driving him forward

Restless and consumed by thoughts of the day's events, Jacob paced back and forth in his luxurious penthouse. His mind raced with frustration and anger, the memory of the mysterious ring slipping through his fingers haunting him like a specter.With each step, Jacob's mind replayed the scene at the ice cream stand, the sight of Eric wearing the ring sending a surge of rage coursing through his veins. How could fate be so cruel as to dangle the object of his obsession before him, only to snatch it away once more?The weight of the day's failures bore down on Jacob like a heavy burden, his pent-up frustration threatening to boil over at any moment. He had come so close to reclaiming the ring, only to have it slip through his grasp yet again.As he paced the length of the penthouse, Jacob's thoughts turned to his next move. He knew that he couldn't afford to let the ring slip away just like that, not after all he had endured to find it. Determination burned in his eyes as he vowed to sto

"Boss, we've got some information on Eric Radcliffe," one of Jacob's men said as he entered the room, his voice laced with urgency.Jacob turned his attention to the man, his interest piqued. "What did you find out?" he asked, leaning forward in his seat.The man cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, it seems that Eric's wife divorced him because he couldn't provide for her. He's been struggling to make ends meet ever since," he reported.Jacob's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Divorced because he's poor?" he echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Interesting."The man nodded. "Yes, and it gets even more interesting. It seems that he's currently dating Emily Walter, the daughter of the wealthy Walter family," he continued.Jacob's interest was piqued even further at this revelation. "So, he's found himself a sugar mama," he mused, a smirk playing on his lips.The man nodded again. "Seems like it, boss. Emily seems to be funding his lifestyle," he confirmed.Jacob leaned back i