"Fiancé?" Elvis looked on in confusion.As soon as Leslie and Roy got to the front, Roy drew Leslie closer to himself and kissed her while everyone continued to cheer. Finally realizing what was going on, Elvis could no longer bear it, "What the hell are you all talking about?! I'm... I'm Leslie's husband! How can Roy be Leslie's fiance? Are you all insane?" Elvis's words seemed to be swallowed up by the cheers of everyone present at the party. "Leslie and Roy will be getting married in a couple of months!" Mrs Dwayne continued.At this announcement, Roy and Leslie kissed even more passionately as Elvis's face turned red with anger. While Elvis moved closer to the front, the room erupted into more commotion. Everyone present at the party walked to the front, their faces beaming with joy as they congratulated Leslie and Roy. "I said, I'm Leslie's husband!" Elvis spoke even louder as he moved to the front, perhaps he wasn't heard initially. Roy looked at Leslie in bewilderment, his

Elvis stood outside the house, finding the whole scene he had just witnessed heartbreaking when he suddenly remembered why he came home in the first place - to pick up his work uniform. However, he had been distracted by the scene and had forgotten to pick up the uniform. He looked at his wristwatch and realized that he had been out of work for forty minutes, so he quickly boarded a taxi to return to work. "Hey, Elvis. Where have you been? Our boss has been asking about you," Pete, his colleague asked, as soon as he saw Elvis enter the hotel. "Really? Oh, my goodness. I just hope he hasn't found out that I left work..." "No, Elvis. It has nothing to do with that. He just came in a while ago and asked about you, and I told him you went to use the toilet." "Oh, thanks, Pete. That's kind of you. I'll go see him immediately," Elvis replied, feeling relieved and grateful that Pete had covered up for him. He knew that if his boss found out that he had left work for home, it would resu

Still wearing tattered clothes, Elvis strode into the grand marble-floored bank, determined. The chandelier sparkled above him, and the air was filled with sounds of laughter, and prosperity. However, as soon as he entered, he noticed the indifferent glances from the bank staff. "Good morning. I'm here to open an account," Elvis announced, but the staff members who heard him acted as if he was invisible. In a split second, a customer walked up to the counter close to where Elvis was standing. "Hello, Miss. I'd like to open an account," the young man announced. He was wearing a designer suit and shoes. "You're very welcome, sir. Please take a seat," The staff answered quickly, as she brought out a form and swiftly attended to the wealthy man, with a smile. She was Helena Smith, one of the customer care representatives. She was a beautiful lady with a curvaceous body. Undeterred, Elvis stood in line, waiting for his turn to speak with the representative. He watched as others who c

As the conversation between Elvis and Mr Paul continued, the tranquillity of the room was shattered by the sharp ring of Elvis's phone. Elvis's expression shifted from attentive engagement to reluctant distraction. The device was illuminated with the name "Leslie." Elvis furrowed his brows in surprise, wondering what his betrayer-wife was calling for. "Apologies, Uncle Paul," he said as he picked up the call. Almost immediately, he heard Leslie's voice. "Elvis Klein, you loser and low-life!" Elvis's eyes widened in shock at the sudden barrage of insults. He had anticipated a conversation and not a verbal assault. "Are you out of your mind?" Elvis confronted. "Well, I just addressed you by your names. Or have you forgotten them so quickly? Anyway, my lawyer has the divorce papers ready, so get ready to sign them this afternoon." "Thank you for letting me know," Elvis smiled. He was not bothered about the divorce. What was the point in keeping a slut as a wife, anyway? Anoth

"But why? We agreed that I come over to check the house, some minutes ago. So why can't I purchase it, now that I have checked it and I'm pleased with it?"I'm sorry, Mr Wallace. The authorities have instructed us not to sell the house to you." "What the heck are you talking about? What authorities?! Look, don't play games with me, man. If you're not pleased with my price, then tell me to increase it and I will. Don't tell me you can't sell that house to me..."Before Roy could finish talking, he noticed two able-bodied men at the door of the house.They were dressed in dark suits and wearing stern expressions. They stood there as if they were sentinels guarding the mansion's threshold. Their presence was intimidating.Roy's initial surprise quickly gave way to indignation as he ended the call and approached the men. "What's the problem?" Roy asked with a frown."Who are you, and why are you here?"The taller of the two men, a burly figure with a stern face, stepped forward and prod