Upon reaching Williams' house, they swiftly turned on the TV, expecting to find the media frenzy surrounding their school scandal. Surprisingly, the news had not hit the television yet. With a stroke of luck, it seemed the media had not managed to obtain any information about the recent events.The relief echoed in Williams and Ariel's expressions as they realized that, for the moment, their private affairs remained shielded from the public eye. The absence of the scandal on the news provided a temporary respite, allowing them a moment to strategize and navigate the potential fallout.As they watched the news unfold on the screen, they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, knowing that the storm had not reached their doorstep at least not yet. However, the looming threat still hung in the air, and the question of who leaked the information lingered, casting a shadow over their temporary reprieve.In the cocoon of Williams' home, they found a brief sanctuary from the chaos outside

Debra, eyes opened widely and slightly overwhelmed by the opulence of the Rolls Royce Cullinan, she hesitated for a moment before stepping into the luxurious vehicle. The rich aroma of leather filled the air as she settled into the plush seats. Gunther, donned in a sleek suit that complemented the sophistication of the car, smiled at her disbelief."You seem surprised," he remarked, glancing at her as he navigated through the evening traffic. The city lights began to flicker, creating a mesmerizing backdrop to their conversation.Debra couldn't help but voice her amazement. "This car is incredible, Gunther. I didn't expect you to own something like this."He chuckled, a mix of humility and pride in his voice. "Well, sometimes life surprises you, just for the record I ain't the owner of this whip. And, by the way, you look stunning tonight."Debra blushed, grateful for the dimmed interior concealing her reaction. As they approached the venue, the anticipation and excitement of the imp

In the cold, sterile room, the officers loomed over Gunther, their interrogative glares intensifying. Gunther, though threatened, stood defiant, anchored by the bitter truth, they didn't wwnt to hear.Just as the officers prepared to escalate their force methods, the nurse burst into the room, presenting the results of the second test. She handed the report to the head investigator, who scanned it with furrowed brows."Negative? He tested negative for Molly. He isn't an addict and doesn't take it," the head investigator declared, shattering the tension that had gripped the room.Debra couldn't help but exhale, relief flooding her. The truth, a steadfast ally, had prevailed."On behalf of myself and the entire police involved in this case, we apologize for the inconvenience we may have caused you," the officer admitted to Gunther, acknowledging the error.One of the officers, having overheard Gunther scolding Debra earlier, stepped forward. He detailed Debra's efforts, from collecting

Williams, surprised by his father's sudden outburst, hastily made his way to the living room, where his dad was, his face looked worried, as he entered, his father's loud and aggressive voice made him worry was the matter was, demanding an explanation for his actions the previous night."Williams!!!" His father's thunderous shout echoed, making Williams' heart race with fear. He hadn't expected such a furious reaction, especially considering his father's typically composed behavior."What were you doing at the club last night? Huh, speak up!" Williams' father interrogated, frustration and anger visible in his voice. Before Williams could respond, a resounding slap struck his face, sending a shockwave through his entire body.When Williams got hit, he felt a bit confused for a short while. His dad looked really disappointed, and you could see it in the way he stared at Williams. To make things more serious, he told Williams that half of their company's stock in "The Young" was being s

Gunther, seated at the top balcony of his lavish mansion, enjoyed a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos in his life. His phone rang, and upon answering, he was met with the voice of Jane, his closest subordinate, with whom his relationship wasn't always smooth."Greetings, Gunther," Jane said, offering a nod of acknowledgement, reciprocated by Gunther. Despite the professional tone, an undercurrent of tension was evident between them.Jane, eager to dive into the purpose of her call, explained that she had a new business idea that hinged on Gunther's involvement, and it's better if they talked about in person.Gunther listened, intrigued by the prospect, his mind already thinking what idea Jane might have come up with."This sounds intriguing," Gunther responded. "I'm open to hearing more. If you have the details, you're welcome to discuss it here at my residence."Jane, ever the professional, acknowledged his invitation and swiftly made her way to Gunther's mansion, accompanied