In her frantic rush towards the exit, Emily's heart raced with fear and urgency, but her momentum was abruptly halted by a firm grip around her wrist. Startled, she whirled around to find herself confronted by a man with a weathered face, a prominent scar running down one side.With tear-filled eyes, Emily looked at the man and pleaded, "Please, let me go." She glanced anxiously over her shoulder, searching for any sign of William's arrival. "He'll be here any moment, please..."But the man shook his head, his smirk widening as he replied, "Why? You Going somewhere?" he inquired with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he held onto her wrist tighter.A wave of relief washed over William as he witnessed the janitor's timely intervention. He had generously compensated the man to ensure smooth execution of his plan, including thorough room cleaning the following day to erase any traces of evidence. Now, it appeared his foresight had proven fruitful, confirming the wisdom of

As Caleb began walking fast towards the hotel, Miss Roberts hurriedly called out to him, her voice filled with urgency, "Mr. King, wait! Stop!"He halted and turned around, his expression impatient. "What is it?" he asked curtly, clearly feeling agitated at the interruption.Miss Roberts hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Where are you going? I thought we were..." Her sentence trailed off as Caleb interrupted her, his tone sharp, "I don't have time to deal with this right now! Go and find help," Caleb snapped, his tone brusque and impatient."Find help? Are you out of your mind?" Miss Roberts retorted, her voice tinged with frustration. "Have you forgotten how those two treated us earlier? If you go barging in right now, they'll definitely think you're being nosy. Let the couple be. Why are you asking for trouble?" She shouted annoyingly.Caleb stood there, stunned by Miss Roberts' words. She was right in a way; he had been treated horribly, especially the hurtful words

Emily's mind raced with confusion as she grappled with her conflicting thoughts. How could Caleb be King? The King she knew had showered her with expensive gifts in the broadcasting room, displaying wealth beyond measure. Caleb, on the other hand, lived in a modest apartment across from hers and often struggled to make ends meet. As Emily stood there, her gaze fixed on Caleb observing the brutal scene unfolding before them, a thought crept into her mind like a whisper in the wind. "Could it be...?" Emily murmured softly, her voice barely audible over the chaos of the situation unfolding before her. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions."Was it Caleb who helped me with Mr. Chan, not William?" she whispered, her voice tinged with uncertainty and disbelief. Her gaze flickered towards Caleb, who stood tall and composed, his expression unreadable amidst the turmoil surrounding them. In that moment, a seed of doubt planted itself in her mind, challenging everything she

"Caleb, I need to know," Emily's tone was firm, her gaze piercing as she addressed him directly. "Did you seek out Mr. Cole's involvement in the matter with Mr. Chan? Did Mr. Cole pressure Mr. Chan into avoiding me?" Her accusatory finger pointed towards Mr. Chan, her suspicion evident in her demeanor."Was it your doing? Did you enlist Mr. Cole's assistance to resolve the entire situation?" Her voice dripped with suspicion as she awaited his response.Uncertainty clouded Caleb's expression as he glanced at Emily, torn between revealing the truth or maintaining his silence. He deliberated his choices meticulously, each option weighed with careful consideration.Emily's gaze remained fixated on Caleb, unwavering as she awaited his response to her question, the weight of the silence pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket.Seeing his continued silence, she closed the distance between them with measured steps, her pulse quickening with each movement, uncertainty gnawing at her

"Please! I'm sorry!" William's voice cracked with desperation, his hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes darted frantically between Caleb and the phone in Caleb's hand."I'll never look in Emily's direction again, I swear!" His words spilled out in a rush, each syllable tinged with fear and remorse. He took a hesitant step forward, his body trembling with anxiety as he begged for mercy.Ignoring William's pleas, Caleb reached into his pocket to retrieve his mobile, only to realize with a sinking feeling that his battery was dead. He sighed in frustration, casting a brief glance down at William, who was still pleading desperately.Turning his gaze to Mr. Chan, Caleb's expression hardened. "Call the police," he instructed firmly, "And tell them to take this person away." His tone brooked no argument as he handed the responsibility over to Mr. Chan, his resolve unwavering despite the setback with his phone.William's eyes widened wit