Candace wept, her tears flowing unchecked as she sat on the edge of their bed, her heart heavy with regret. In the dimly lit room, the weight of her mistake pressed upon her, threatening to crush her spirit completely. Niçholas , her husband, knelt before her, his eyes filled with concern, he was finding it hard to get the grasp of reality but he knew the deed has been done and there seemed to be nothing they could do about it. Gently, he reached out and wiped away her tears, his touch a comfort against her troubled soul. "Of course Candy, I believe you." "I'm so sorry, Niçholas ," Candace whispered through choked sobs, her voice quivering with emotion. "I never meant for any of this to happen. Please, don't let them take me. I don't wanna go to prison, Niçholas ." Niçholas 's voice was tender as he spoke, his gaze unwavering. "Babe, we all make mistakes. What matters is how we deal with them. I have decided on what to do, I will take all the guilt upon myself if it means sparin

Bowing gracefully, she softly called out, "Boss!" Her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with sincere admiration. But Niçholas , lost in his own thoughts, remained almost oblivious to her presence. His mind was still reeling from the weight of the divorce papers he had just signed, his heart heavy with the burdens of a shattered love. Raising his head, he waved his hand dismissively, and the girl, understanding his command, left with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, leaving Niçholas to his thoughts. Niçholas had thought he would be able to tell Candence about what happened with him during his stay in the jail after meeting with her in the cafeteria, not knowing that he would be welcomed with divorce papers. He wanted to tell her about his newfound wealth and knowledge, thinking everything would change today and he would introduce his group to her, but everything was just messed up and Niçholas didn't know where to pick up from. During his time in the prison, Niçholas

Archie's face flushed with anger, stormed out of the cafeteria, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. He was seething in anger, determined not to let the humiliation go easily. But as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes met the gaze of the men in black who had thrown him out. Their stares were filled with an unsettling wrath that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew that if these men pound on him, he would not survive it. "I will not let this go," Archie yelled on top of his voice, "Listen to me very attentively Niçholas , I will make sure you go back to that jail. I will tell my sister what you did to me, she will never forgive you. I will make sure you come back to my feet and beg me to forgive you," "Beat it!" One of the men in black ordered with very bold, menacing voice. Fear gripped his heart, and without another thought, Archie turned on his heel and bolted away. Niçholas , bewildered and confused, cautiously took a seat in the chair Archie had vacated, l

The men in black cast a stern gaze across the bustling cafeteria. Their presence commanded attention, and it seemed as though the onlookers couldn't tear their eyes away. The murmurs of hushed whispers filled the air, but the sight of these guards instilled fear and respect. It was not every day that one encountered the protective force that shielded India from any harm. "You all should return to your business. If any of you look here again, I will make sure I poke out your eyes," One of the men threatened. Reluctantly, everyone averted their gazes, their curiosity replaced by a cautious wariness. India, still seething in anger, directed her piercing glare at Niçholas, who stood in the midst of the confusion, an expression of genuine confusion etched upon his face. What kind of question was that? He thought as he waited for India to talk again. "You need to explained to me why you were harassing me publicly, I thought you were responsible," India tutted her teeth.

The atmosphere in the lobby grew heavy with an unmistakable silence as the man's words lingered in the room. The astonishing news of a new revolutionary medicine that claimed to cure Asthma sent waves of disbelief and astonishment through the gathered crowd. Glances were exchanged, eyes filled with doubt as they struggled to fathom the possibility of such an extraordinary breakthrough. One man, still skeptical of the Royal group's ability to achieve something so remarkable, couldn't help but voice his reservations. "Is this news really true? Can we trust it?" he asked incredulously. Asthma, a condition long deemed incurable, suddenly held the promise of a potential solution, sparking significant implications in both the realms of health and wealth. With a determined nod, the man confidently replied, "I received this information from a reliable source. It's authentic, and it has been trending on various social media platforms. This is an amazing news, famz." The Avendano family, ren