Jessie's smile brightened at her father's assurance, her trust in him unwavering. "I trust you, Father," she affirmed, her voice filled with unwavering faith. Gabriel's grin widened as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, his heart swelling with paternal pride. "Thank you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice brimming with affection. But Jessie's innocence shone through as she added, "But if you can't get the dress, it's okay. We can go." Aliyah couldn't contain her frustration at Jessie's unwavering trust in her father. "Jessie, don't be fooled by his empty promises. He's only going to disappoint you," she interjected, her tone tinged with exasperation. Gabriel's resolve remained unshaken by Aliyah's skepticism. He locked eyes with his daughter, determination shining in his gaze. "Jessie, I promise you, I'll get you that dress. I saw how much it meant to you, and I won't let anyone take that happiness away from you," he vowed, his voice resolute. As Gabriel spoke

As the old couple begrudgingly began to make their exit, they cast wary glances back at Gabriel, as if searching for any sign of trickery or manipulation. However, Gabriel simply stood tall, his expression calm and composed, unfazed by their scrutiny. It was clear that he had not resorted to any underhanded tactics to sway the manager in his favor."I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience, Master Gabriel," the manager apologized once more, bowing slightly in respect.Gabriel nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to the sales girl, who was now kneeling before him. "You don't need to kneel," he said gently. "Mistakes happen, and I appreciate your apology."With tears in her eyes, the salesgirl stood up, relieved by Gabriel's forgiveness. "Thank you, sir," she said earnestly, her voice trembling with emotion.Gabriel offered her a reassuring smile before turning to the manager. "Thank you for handling the situation," he said appreciatively.The manager smiled warmly and the

Gabriel appreciated Aliyah's offer, even though he understood her underlying motives. "Thank you, sister-in-law," he said graciously.Aliyah waved off his thanks with a smile. "Oh, don’t mention it. I'm sure those bags of clothes are heavy for you, so I don't mind helping you take some home."Gabriel smiled, declining her offer with equal grace. "Thank you, Aliyah. That would be really helpful, but it's not necessary, you know."Aliyah chuckled at his response, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, but I'm always here to lend a hand," she replied, glancing at her friends again with a knowing look.Jessie chimed in, teasing her aunt playfully. "Auntie, are you sure you're not expecting anything in return for your kindness?"Aliyah laughed, impressed by her niece's perceptiveness. "Well, sweetie, I just like helping people out, regardless of what I get in return," she said with a grin."Don't worry, Aliyah. I will manage," Gabriel assured her, appreciating her offer but determi

Gabriel didn't say anything much and decided to go to Baigh company the following day. When he got there, he overheard some persons in the company gossiping about his wife, Camella having an improper relationship with their general manager.Gabriel's heart sank as he listened to the whispers, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief wash over him. He clenched his fists, struggling to process the shocking revelation about his wife.Gathering his composure, Gabriel approached the group, his jaw set with determination. "Excuse me," he interjected, his voice firm and steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "Is there a problem here?"The group fell silent, their eyes widening in surprise at Gabriel's unexpected interruption. One of them, a young woman with a guilty expression, cleared her throat nervously. "Uh, no, sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were just... discussing some work-related matters."Gabriel fixed them with a penetrating gaze, his suspicion evid

Camella's patience wore thin as he continued to make unwelcome advances, his hand lingering on hers with an uncomfortable familiarity. She attempted to pull away, but his grip tightened, trapping her in his unwelcome embrace."Listen, I'm not interested," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I'm here to discuss business, nothing more."The client's smug smile faltered slightly at her rejection, but he quickly recovered, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Come on, Camella," he persisted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know you want this. And trust me, I can make it worth your while."Camella's resolve hardened as she met his gaze with steely determination. "I said no," she reiterated, her voice firm and unwavering. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to.""I'm your work, woman. You just need to please me and you’ll get my favor.”Camella scoffed. “You're unbelievable." With that, she pulled her hand free from his grasp and rose fro