The intense interrogation from Professor Hanks had frayed Caleb's nerves, prompting him to skip his lecture and retreat to his apartment.While making himself a sandwich, a small smile played on his lips.The amusing situations he stumbled into lately - catching glimpses of two women in various states of undress made him chuckle out loud. He couldn't help but wonder how he continually managed to find himself in such entertaining situations.Maybe it was time to get a girlfriend.With newfound wealth, Caleb felt like he could effortlessly captivate any womanAll he needed was a little bit of grooming.Tracy held the title for a while, but Caleb belatedly realized he was never truly in love with her. She was a girl focused only on material things, seeing him as a way to fulfill her whims and desires.Before inheriting his fortune, Caleb was a shy individual and lacked confidence, mainly due to his financial struggles. His days were marked by hard work to make ends meet, making the ide

Returning to his apartment, Caleb sought refuge in a brisk shower, determined to cleanse away the day's drama. As the water cascaded, he felt the weight of the day washing off his shoulders. After a refreshing fifteen minutes under the shower, he emerged feeling rejuvenated. Donning a crisp white t-shirt paired with sleek black track suit bottoms, he casually dried his hair with a towel before striding over to the couch, nonchalantly tossing the towel aside.Catching a glimpse of the clock, he realized that it was time for Emily's live broadcast. Swiftly retrieving his mobile, he sank into the comfort of the couch, eagerly tuning in to catch the Emily's virtual show.The broadcast had already began, but still a small smile graced Caleb's face, as he watched her sing. Undoubtedly, her voice was enchanting, and her face, equally captivating. But, having spent time with her, he knew her beauty extended beyond the surface-her soul, a reflection of true beauty.Emily's thick, dark hair

In the exclusive confines of the Royal Palm restaurant's private room, Sofia sat, her hands nervously fidgeting in her lap, the opulent surroundings amplifying her unease.Dressed in a beautiful white dress that gracefully highlighted her curves, she appeared stunning with subtle makeup enhancing her natural beauty. Her golden hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, and her ocean-blue eyes blinked nervously as she surveyed her surroundings.Amanda, her stepsister and unwelcome chaperone, expressed discontent, her complaints echoing within the lavish ambiance. "Can't believe I have to sit here and endure this stupid ordeal, as if I don't have better things to do," Amanda grumbled, her disdain evident as she glanced around the elegantly appointed space."I mean, meeting your so-called fiancée for the first time? Which by the way, sounds absolutely absurd if you ask me. I could be getting my nails done instead," she added, exasperated."You can go if you want. I don't need a chap

A few minutes later, the manager of the Royal Palm restaurant, Mr. Holland, rushed into the bathroom accompanied by three hefty security guards. The commotion drew the attention of the restaurant patrons, causing a crowd to form as they tried to discover what the fuss was about.Mr. Holland briskly walked past Caleb, heading straight to Amanda. "I'm sincerely sorry, Miss Clark, that you were subjected to such humiliation. I assure you, the employee will be dealt with accordingly. Now, could you please share what exactly happened?" he inquired.Amanda pointed accusatively at Caleb, drawing the manager's attention. "This man, your employee, deliberately splashed water on me, ruining my makeup just now. Mr. Holland, I want him fired straight away," she insisted.The manager, Mr. Holland, looked at Caleb with a hint of confusion, his eyes furrowing in thought."Well, don't just stand there, Mr. Holland. Didn't you hear what I said? Fire this man this instant!" Amanda furiously demanded,

"Wait a minute!"Amanda placed her hands on her hips, a smug smirk adorning her lips as she cast a triumphant gaze toward Caleb."Give him a moment," she instructed the guards, who sought approval from the manager. Although bewildered, the manager nodded, and they retreated a step.Tracy walked towards Caleb, her hips swaying with an extra allure, the rhythmic click of her high heels resonating on the tiled floor. Leaning in provocatively, she teased, "Here's your final opportunity, delivery boy. Kneel down now, apologize in front of everyone, and I'll personally appeal for your forgiveness and release. What's do you say?"In the past, he might have complied to avoid additional trouble, but times had changed, and so had he.Stepping back, Caleb shot her a defiant glare. "Kneel in front of you and apologize for something I never did," he pretended to contemplate, then smirked with a hint of sarcasm."Nah, I think I'll pass," he mocked, his tone carrying a touch of irony.Despite the