Walking to his designated seat, Gabriel felt the weight of the party’s superficiality, but it didn’t bother him. He knew his value and purpose extended far beyond the glitz and glamour of the event. Tonight, he would show them all that true worth wasn’t measured by outward appearances, but by integrity and character. With a quiet confidence, Gabriel took his seat among the regular guests, ready for whatever the evening would bring.Some elegantly dressed guests glanced in Gabriel's direction, their whispers growing louder. "Who is that man?" one woman in a sequined gown sneered. "He looks so out of place here."A gentleman in a tailored suit chuckled, "Probably some nobody who managed to get an invitation. Look at that suit—so plain."Gabriel maintained his smile, pretending not to hear their demeaning comments. He focused on enjoying the evening, despite the condescending remarks surrounding him.Later at the banquet, Gabriel noticed a group gathered around a gambling table at the

Nora’s eyes filled with tears, her rage subsiding into a defeated silence. Mikelson placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "It’s over, Nora. Let us go home."Aliyah stepped closer to Gabriel, her voice softening. "Thank you for trying, Gabriel."He nodded, offering a small, reassuring smile. "It’s all right. Some lessons are harder to learn than others."As they prepared to leave, the room's atmosphere remained heavy with the consequences of the evening’s events, a stark reminder of the perils of greed and the value of humility.Pointing at Gabriel, Nora declared, “It doesn't end here, Gabriel." With that, she left feeling highly disappointed with her family. Gabriel's phone rang and he went aside to answer the call from Camella."Hey, Gabriel. How are you holding up?" Camella's voice was soft but concerned."It's been rough," Gabriel replied, running a hand through his hair. “Your mother just left, and she seemed so hurt.”“What do you mean?"Gabriel exhaled and explained. “I saw your

The room fell into a tense silence as Brooke and the dealer awaited Gabriel's response, their faces etched with anxiety and fear of Gabriel’s impending retribution.Gabriel’s gaze remained unwavering as he declared, “I won't take 2.5 billion dollars."Brooke’s frustration boiled over. "I have nothing left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with desperation.In one swift motion, Gabriel grabbed Brooke by the collar, lifting him until his feet dangled. "Do I look like I care, idiot?" Gabriel’s voice was cold and unforgiving. "You owe me 6 billion. Pay up."The dealer attempted to intervene, but Gabriel’s glare silenced him, forcing him to step back.Begging for mercy, Brooke pleaded, "Let me go. I need to make a call for help."Reluctantly, Gabriel released his grip, watching closely as Brooke fumbled for his phone and dialed his father, Jackson, for assistance.“What's wrong, Brock? Are you at the party…?”"Father, yes, I need your help,” Brock said impatiently, glancing sideways in pan

The butler's face turned crimson with rage as he yelled at Gabriel. "You want to go against me, the butler of the great Springfield family?"Gabriel stood his ground, unfazed. "With all due respect, you shouldn't have taken sides with the wrong ones. Regardless, I'm not going to budge." He turned his glare towards Brock. "Brock made me gamble with him. He lost and now he's offering me half of the 6 billion to let go, as if I look petty. I won't stand for it."The butler's eyes narrowed. "You don't understand who you're dealing with. The Springfield family is powerful. We can ruin you."Gabriel didn’t flinch. "I'm not afraid of your threats."The butler pointed a gnarled finger at Gabriel. "You dare defy me? The Springfields have ruled this city for generations!”Gabriel met the butler's gaze evenly. "I'm not looking to start a war with the Springfield family. But I won't be messed with, either." He turned to Brock, who was shrinking back, his father's iron grip on his arm. "Brock, yo

Gabriel was about to drive away when he got another call. Seeing it was from Mr. Mac, he exhaled and cleared his voice before answering."Hello, Mr. Mac.""Gabriel, I need you to go to The Opulent Lounge," Mr. Mac said without preamble.Gabriel recognized the name immediately. "The Opulent Lounge? The high-end club in the city?""Yes, that’s the one," Mr. Mac confirmed. "It’s one of my clubs, and right now, only esteemed guests and relatives are there to celebrate the post-birthday festivities for the patriarch of the Springfield family."Gabriel nodded, even though Mr. Mac couldn’t see him. He remained silent, contemplating his next move."Please, Gabriel," Mr. Mac pressed, sensing his hesitation. "I would really appreciate it if you could join us."Gabriel hesitated. "I really need to go home. There are things I need to settle."Mr. Mac's tone softened. "Is this because I didn’t welcome you personally at the banquet? If so, I apologize. It was an oversight on my part."Gabriel shook