David's heart pounded with fear as he hastily retrieved his scattered documents from the floor. With trembling hands, he made his way out of the office, the uproar catching the attention of the influential stakeholders who had offices nearby.Intrigued by the commotion, they hurriedly approached, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. Desperate to protect himself, Harvey skillfully deflected their inquiries with a smooth and calculated lie. With a polite yet firm demeanor, Harvey escorted them out and went back in. Knowing his penchant for precision, he took charge to sort out the scattered files . As he opened his desk drawer to tidy up his belongings, his eyes fell upon an envelope he had received months ago at the front desk.A pang of curiosity struck him, as he had never bothered to open it, assuming it was a mere receipt for one of his purchases. Without hesitation, he tore it open, confirming his suspicion—it was indeed a receipt. But it wasn't his.Harvey thoroughly

Harvey stormed back home, seething with anger at Hon Curry for leaving those words hanging in the air. Doubt crept into his mind as he questioned whether he was making enemies out of his allies. He knew he had to stand up against the elite club, for they were untrustworthy. It was either cut them loose or face their wrath once he no longer served their purpose.In this dog-eat-dog world, Harvey refused to be on the losing end again. Lost in his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang, snapping him back to reality. A smile formed on his face as he saw the caller ID, knowing they had brought him some intriguing news."Harvey," a magnetic voice echoed through the phone, capturing his full attention."Well, just as you might have guessed, I've got some news about our last conversation. My boys managed to dig up something that might catch your interest, and I might have a name," Don Marcus spoke over the phone.Harvey's mind raced with anticipation as he paced, etching each step with uncertain

Furious at the visitor, she storms towards the door, her anger boiling inside. With every step, her anticipation grows. Unlocking the door, she braces herself to unleash her fury on whoever stands on the other side. But as she swings open the door, her words vanish into thin air, and her jaw drops in sheer disbelief."What... what are you doing here?" she stammers, her voice trembling with surprise.Harvey strides into the living room, his presence commanding and unwelcome. The shock leaves her momentarily speechless, forgetting to extend an invitation or even question his audacity.He turns to face her, his voice dripping with accusation. "You tell me, Tamara Hudson,"Caught off guard by his words, she chuckles nervously, her eyes darting around, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. "Who is Tamara Hudson?" she asks.He shook his head as Disappointment flashes across his face, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. A mix of sadness and anger evident in his voice. "Give it up,

The next morning, Harvey was jolted awake by a startling noise at his door. He was taken aback by the unexpected visitor, doubting if she had ever been there before.As he opened the door, he nearly received a resounding slap. But he quickly caught her hands and deflected the blow away from his face.Giving her a stern look, he asked, "What do you think you're doing here, Margaret?"Margaret, seething with anger at everything that had unfolded, blamed Harvey for her her misfortune."How dare you, Harvey! I warned you to stay out of my family affairs," she spoke bitterly. Her bold statement left him bewildered."You've managed to turn Halle against me, and now you're trying to do the same with Serena," Margaret said, furrowing her brows."You're out of your mind, Margaret. Everything happening in your family is a result of your own actions," he laughed."It's amusing how I haven't even set out to ruin you yet, and your world seems to be crumbling down, Margaret.""I am nothing like you