Mr. Fangs cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. The room was thick with anticipation. "Gentlemen," he began, "I've reviewed both proposals. Both are strong, and I can see the benefits from each of your companies." He paused, glancing at Gabriel and Huckins, measuring their reactions. Huckins, already confident, began to rise from his seat, a small smile on his lips. It was clear he thought he had this in the bag. "However," Mr. Fangs continued, "I've decided to go with Baigh Group’s proposal." The room went silent for a beat, the air heavy with shock. Mr. Jones's eyes widened, disbelief clouding his features. Huckins, halfway to extending his hand, froze. "What?" he blurted out, his smile vanishing. "This must be a mistake, Mr. Fangs," Huckins added, regaining his composure. "Our proposal was far more comprehensive and cost-effective. Surely you'd reconsider?" Mr. Fangs shook his head, his expression firm but calm. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Huckins, but Baigh Gr

Gabriel stood there, staring at the closed door, his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to talk to her, to explain everything, but she had shut him out. Suddenly, his phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He fumbled for it, glancing at the caller ID. It was Anna.“Hello, Gabriel,” Anna’s voice cooed through the speaker, casual and almost cheerful.“You… Anna,” he replied, barely containing his anger.She laughed softly. “I love it when you recognize my voice every time… It’s almost as if you’re expecting my call.”“What do you want?” he snapped, his patience wearing thin.“Oh, nothing much. Just calling to check on Camella,” she said with a smirk. “I heard she got my little package. How’s she doing?”Gabriel’s grip tightened on the phone. “How could you do that?” he hissed.“What? I just thought she deserved to know the truth of that night. That you slept with me,” she said, her tone mockingly sweet.“No!” Gabriel shouted, his voice echoing in the room. “I didn’t do that, an

Anna ignored Gabriel’s presence entirely as she entered the house, her heels clicking confidently on the polished floor. Marie's face lit up when she saw her, and she immediately began to fuss over her. "Anna, darling, you look so tired. Come, sit," Marie said, guiding her gently to the couch. "You should stay the night, you know. There's no need to go back."Anna smiled, though there was a hint of hesitation. "Thank you, Aunt Marie, but I'll move in tomorrow. I have a few things to settle first," she replied, casting a quick, almost uncertain glance at Gabriel, who stood a few feet away, silent and watching. His calm demeanor was unsettling to her, a bit too calm for her liking.As she prepared to leave, she walked up to him, trying to maintain a soft and understanding expression. "Gabriel," she said quietly, "I know things are complicated, but please… accept what’s happening. Even if you don’t love me now, I’ll still hold on to you. I’m not giving up." She stepped forward, arms sli

Tamara froze, her heart skipping a beat as she noticed a faint, glowing mark on the back of Gabriel’s neck. Her breath hitched as she recognized the dark crescent symbol shimmering there, a hue that seemed to flicker discreetly. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively covered her mouth, a wave of dread washing over her. "No," she whispered to herself, her pulse quickening. "It can't be..." The peaceful moment in the kitchen was now overshadowed by the unsettling realization that there was still more to the story, and whatever was coming, it was darker than any of them could have imagined.Gabriel noticed Tamara standing by the doorway, her eyes distant. "Tamara, is everything okay?" he asked, his tone gentle but curious. She quickly shook her head. "Nothing, I'm fine," she said, forcing a small smile. Camella glanced at her, sensing something was off. "Are you sure? Do you need anything?""No, really. I'm okay," Tamara replied, her voice barely steady. She turned and walked away,

The doctor led them to an open space with a few rows of chairs placed under a shaded area. The breeze was light, rustling through the leaves, creating a peaceful ambience that sharply contrasted with their minds' tension. Wait here until the nurses finish dressing his bruises," he said, nodding at them before walking away. They sat down, but their expressions were anything but relaxed.Tamara kept glancing at the ward, eyes darting toward the door. When she saw one of the nurses exit, followed by the other, she took her chance. Quietly, she slipped away from the group and went to Gabriel's room. When she entered, she found Gabriel staring down at himself, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Gabriel," she said softly.He looked up, relief and bewilderment washing over his face. "Tamara, what happened to me?""You… had an accident. Forgotten?""I know that. But… I should be feeling sore, right? I mean, it was a pretty bad crash. Yet, I don’t feel any internal pain, no dizziness. It’s lik