The chief security officer clasped his hands together, his voice trembling with desperation as he continued to plead for mercy. "Please, I beg of you," he implored, his eyes darting between Gabriel and Mark. "It was all Mark's fault. He's the one who—"Mark's temper flared at the accusation, his patience wearing thin as he cut in sharply. "Don't try to shift the blame onto me," he snapped, his words laced with frustration. "You know what you did, and you're the one who—"Gabriel leaned forward in his chair, a gleam of excitement dancing in his eyes as he watched the drama unfold before him. "Ah, the blame game," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "Such a fascinating display of human nature."The chief security officer and Mark exchanged heated words, each refusing to back down as they sought to absolve themselves of guilt while simultaneously pointing fingers at the other. Gabriel reclined in his seat, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle playing out before him. After al

With a sense of camaraderie filling the air, Camella's excitement bubbled over as she made a suggestion. "Why don't we celebrate?" she proposed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I'll treat everyone to a meal to celebrate my promotion."The idea was met with cheers and applause, the prospect of a celebratory meal sparking joy in the hearts of her colleagues. Camella beamed with delight as she saw their reactions, grateful for the opportunity to share her happiness with those around her.As they made plans for the celebration, Camella couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of her colleagues and the sense of unity that filled the room. With their encouragement behind her, she knew that her new role as director of sales would be a success. She couldn't help but think of Gabriel, wishing he was around to share this happy moments with her. She longed for his presence despite being surrounded by cheerful people. Meanwhile, Gabriel's heart raced as he drove, the urgency of Butl

As the passion between them intensified, Camella couldn't resist the urge to spin on the bed with Gabriel, drawing him closer with every movement. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she deepened the kiss, savoring the intimate connection they shared.Lost in the moment, Gabriel reciprocated her fervor, reveling in the warmth of their embrace. However, as the kiss lingered, Gabriel gradually pulled away, leaving Camella stunned and breathless, her eyes wide with astonishment."Gabriel..." Camella gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she searched his eyes for an explanation."Camella," Gabriel murmured softly, his gaze tender as he caressed her cheek. "As much as I wish this moment could last forever, we need to take things slow now"Camella nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes as she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Gabriel's lips. "I know," she whispered, her voice filled with love and understanding.But Sensing Camella's disappointment, Gabriel suggested going to s

Gabriel returned the smile, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over him in the presence of his old friend. "It's good to see you, Steward," he replied, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Is everything alright here?"Steward Baker nodded, though a shadow crossed his face. "All is as it should be, Master Gabriel," he assured, though Gabriel could sense there was more to the story than met the eye.Gabriel pressed the steward for answers, his tone laced with disbelief. "Where's my family?"The steward hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice laden with concern. "They've departed, sir.”Gabriel's brow furrowed in concern as Steward Baker confirmed his family's absence. "Where have they gone?" he pressed, his tone tinged with urgency.Steward Baker hesitated before speaking, his voice laced with solemnity. "Master Gabriel, your family has departed for undisclosed reasons. Your father left instructions for you, but he did not divulge the details of their whereabouts."Gabriel's

Determined to grow stronger and seek revenge for his mother, Gabriel visited his mother's grave. As Gabriel stood before his mother's grave, the gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it memories of a cherished moment from his past.In his flashback, Gabriel found himself standing in the grand foyer of their family estate, the sound of laughter and music echoing through the halls. He had just returned home from a long journey, weary but content to be back.As he made his way towards the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice the delicious aroma that filled the air. Entering the kitchen, he found his mother, Marie, standing by the stove, a serene smile on her face as she tended to a pot of simmering stew.Surprised to see her cooking herself despite having a team of skilled chefs and maids at her disposal, Gabriel couldn't help but scold her gently. "Mother, why are you doing this yourself? You have plenty of help."Marie turned to him, her eyes sparkling with warmth.