As Caleb stood on the sidewalk, his gaze fixed on the disappearing taxi, some of the crowd around him slowly dispersed, shooting him disapproving glances as they passed by. Oblivious to their stares, Caleb was lost in his thoughts, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of regret and frustration.He couldn't shake the feeling that if he hadn't sent Emily gifts through the broadcasting room, none of this would have happened. If he hadn't given her those rewards, then perhaps she wouldn't have been targeted by someone like William.The thought of a stranger stealing his account, using his name to woo Emily, and potentially cheat on her filled Caleb with a sense of anger and helplessness. He couldn't believe that his own actions had inadvertently led to such chaos in Emily's life.The misunderstanding between Caleb and Emily only seemed to be deepening. Emily remained convinced that the account belonged to William, that he was "King," the one who had sent those gifts in the broadcasting room

"Fine, let's go," he mumbled with a sigh, Caleb turned to leave, his thoughts weighed down by the unsettling situation.As Caleb made his way towards the exit, a voice called out to him, breaking the rhythm of his departure."Mr. King?"He paused, turning to find a man impeccably dressed in a black suit and crisp white shirt. It was Mr. Holland, the manager of The Royal Palm Restaurant. Surprise flickered across Caleb's face."Mr. Holland," he greeted, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion, as to why he stopped him.Mr. Holland approached with a welcoming smile. "Mr. King, it's a pleasant surprise to see you again," he remarked. "Leaving so soon?"Caleb shrugged, a hint of wariness in his voice. "Well, my friend Miss Roberts and I had hoped to dine at your establishment tonight. Unfortunately, it seems there's no availability. And," he added, gesturing towards Miss Roberts beside him, "Miss Roberts was hungry, so we've decided to goto go elsewhere." Caleb's hands found their way

How on earth am I going to get out of this?' William pondered silently, his mind racing with desperate thoughts.To maintain the illusion of being the wealthy and extravagant King, William borrowed the Royal Palm Restaurant's membership card from a family friend. He spun a tale of being deeply enamored with a girl and wanting to sweep her off her feet on a date she'd never forget. The unsuspecting friend bought into his story without hesitation. Little did the family friend know, that William's true intention was to prolong the facade, all to orchestrate a scenario where Emily would end up alone with him in a hotel room.He thought showing off the membership card would get him a fancy dinner and bring him closer to taking Emily.To finance the expenses, he turned to borrowing money from several friends to secure the deposit for booking the table. With unwavering confidence, he believed that the mere presentation of the membership card would suffice to dissuade the manager from prob

You're supposed to be a part of this family, but all you do is disappoint me. Couldn't you bargain with them? Use that tongue of yours for something useful."Sophia felt a pang of hurt at his words but kept her composure. "I did try, okay! But if you think you can do better, then why don't you go and bargain with them, and see if they'll give you a 2.75 million-dollar villa, which by the way was the cheapest villa they had, for one million," she said, her voice steady as she met his gaze head-on."I'd watch my tone if u were you young lady" Arther hissed at Sophia, his voice laced with warning.Her mother, eager to appease her husband, interjected, "I've already given her a piece of my mind, but she's just too stubborn. I think we shouldn't entrust such important matters to her anymore. It's clear that she's had everything handed to her on a silver platter ever since she moved in with us. Despite all that you've done for her, instead of showing appreciation, she's become extremely

What's going on here? What's with all the whispering?"Just as Sophia was about to confront Amanda about her hurtful words, about Caleb,her cell phone rang out again, interrupting the tense moment.RINGRINGRINGSophia warily picked up the phone without bothering to check the caller ID."Hello?" she answered cautiously."Please, Miss Walters, before you disconnect the call, just hear me out," Mr. Jackson pleaded, his tone urgent.Sophia's frustration boiled over as she interrupted him, her tone sharp and angry. "Listen, Mr. Jackson, I'm not falling for your lame tricks. Do you actually expect me to believe that someone bought a house just because I liked it? Stop calling me, or I'll report this harassment to the police!""Miss Walters, please calm down. There's no need to call the police," Mr. Jackson responded calmly. "I assure you, I'm not lying. Someone did pay the excess amount on the villa. All you need to do is provide the one million dollars, and the house is yours."Sophia's