"You know, I still can't understand what a beautiful lady like yourself is doing with someone like..." He paused and placed his hands on his waist in an akimbo. On his face was the most disgusted look ever, as he turned to Justin. ".... Him."Jolce inhaled softly, a lot going through her mind. What was going to make this man go away? He was saying a lot, but she didn't want to pay any mind to his words. But the truth was that she was beginning to feel embarrassed."I mean, look at yourself." He continued. "You are a very stunning woman, and that is what makes this unbelievable. You, most certainly do not look cheap. In fact, with the way you're dressed, I can tell that you're alright. But being with a rough looking man like him..." He scoffed with a mocking look in his eyes. "... Downplays everything and reduced you to his level. His cheap level. But since he is your choice, I guess...""Can you please leave?" Jolce cut in, unable to keep silent anymore. She looked at Justin for a mom

Just moments after Justin set his phone aside, the manager's phone beeped. "Stop trying to order anything, Mr. I already told you, they will not attend to you." He was still laughing when he heard the phone beep. He casually took out the phone from his pocket, the mocking smile still on his face. But as he stared at his phone, the smile gradually faded from his face. "Wait, what is this?" He looked up in shock. His squinted eyes and almost open mouth spoke all the volumes there was. Justin's eyes remained fixed to the table, paying no mind to the appalled man."Hey." Jolce whispered, trying to find out from Justin what exactly was happening. But he didn't say anything to her."No! No, no, no! What did you do, you...? Is this some sort of joke or something? What did you do?" He yelled. Again, Justin said nothing. He sat still like a statue. It felt comical that Felix was now squabbling about the termination letter he had sent, when he clearly ignored all his warnings. He did not feel

"I didn't mean to laugh when he was laughing. I was just wondering how what you said was possible and that was what seemed funny. I'm really sorry for that.""Ummm... It's fine. You didn't know so...""I didn't have to know about it to not laugh. I already know you as a person, and I should have known that you never say what you do not mean. I am sorry, Justin.""Alright, alright. That's totally fine. I should apologise as well." He smiled dryly and leaned towards the table. "I shouldn't have kept you waiting. I was attending to something important and it really took my time. You are important, of course. That is why I rushed here immediately I was done.""That's okay." She smiled, almost blushing. Now she understood why he arrived late. "And about that Felix, he will never bother either of us again, especially you." He held her hand gently across the table. "So what would you like you to eat? What drink would you like to have?""Maybe some wine would do." She smiled. She was feeling

Meeky Evans visited Diana and her family, who were still reeling from his scam. The atmosphere was tense, filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. Diana's father, Mr. Tucson, stood at the center of the living room, his face a mask of controlled rage."How could you do this to us, Meeky?" Mr. Tucson demanded, his voice firm but steady. "We thought you were our friend, our confidant."Meeky's expression was remorseful, his eyes downcast. "I know I let you down, sir. I'm truly sorry. I had nothing to do with the arrest, and I begged to get you released and keep your jobs."Diana's mother, her arms crossed in a defensive posture, spoke next. "We don't believe you, Meeky. You're just trying to save your own skin."Meeky's eyes locked onto Diana's, filled with sincerity. "Ma'am, I understand your skepticism, but I'm telling the truth. I have connections, and I used them to help you. Please, let me make it up to you."Diana felt a wave of conflicting emotions. She had trusted Meeky, an

Justin and his assistant, Mark, arrived at the bustling airport, ready to catch a public flight out of the country. Justin, the enigmatic CEO of Drogonuv Enterprises and the richest man alive, had decided to address a situation with one of his overseas companies in person. Despite his wealth and status, he had chosen to fly commercial, much to Mr. Mark's bewilderment. “Sir, are you sure about this? We could easily use one of your private jets. It would be faster, more comfortable, and without the trouble,” Mr. Mark suggested, eyeing the crowded terminal with a voice laced with concern. Justin shook his head with a calm smile. “No, Mark. Sometimes it's good to stay grounded, to remember what it feels like for the everyday person. Plus, it's an opportunity to observe how our businesses operate at the ground level.” Mr. Mark nodded, though his expression remained skeptical. “As you wish, sir. But I hope you’re prepared for the inevitable chaos.” The duo approached the ticket counter,