As the audience erupted in thunderous applause, Clara allowed a smirk of triumph to spread across her features. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a self-satisfied smirk gracing her features. Clara took a step forward, her mischievous grin widening as her gaze fell upon Ansel. She leaned in, bringing her face inches from Kelvin’s. With a sly wink, she turned her focus back to Ansel, a wicked glint in her eyes as she watched him clap along with the rest of the audience. After successfully talking down on him and making him take the blame, she had expected him to hide his head in shame, but surprisingly, he wasn't doing that.Her lips curved downward a little as she saw him wink back at her, his eyes flashing with mischief.Clara wasn't expecting him to be this calm after all she had said. No matter what she did, her ex-husband didn't seem to give her the satisfaction that she wanted."Ahem" Clara heard Ansel clear his throat, his hands up in the air, as if trying to calm t

"Who are these men?""I think they are the police ""What is the problem again?"The guest whispered amongst themselves, eyeing the men as they walked past.It took them only a split second to realize who the leader was—none other than Captain Samuel Graham. Their facial expressions mixed with shock and surprise as their eyes widened with recognition. Graham’s presence was totally unexpected. It was an unanticipated development that left them uncertain of what was to come.Captain Samuel Graham was known for his discretion and his judicious use of his authority, only making appearances when the situation warranted it. Kelvin's face lit up as he saw the officers, thinking that one of the guests must have reported Ansel to the police.He knew who Samuel Graham was, who wouldn't know him?Samuel was very popular and even a child would recognize him at first glance.Kelvin knew that it was time to teach Ansel a lesson. He patted Clara on her shoulder and then walked to meet the officers

With trembling fingers, Clara flipped through the documents, her eyes widening in horror with each turn of the page. Her throat went dry as she struggled to swallow the hard lump that had formed, unable to believe what she was seeing.Each word she read was like a punch to the gut.The big red stamp on the document showed that it was indeed real and none of the details on the paper were fake.Tears welled up in her eyes and she felt a chill run down her spine.It was written on the documents that Kelvin was indeed a criminal.Was this why he had hidden his personal affairs from her?Her life was ruined and her hands instinctively traveled to her stomach.Clara's discovery was like a punch in the gut. She had been completely blindsided by the truth that Kelvin only cared about her money. What about their unborn child? Didn't he care about that?A tear of regret escaped her eyes and she found it hard to breathe. Her whole body felt like lead and she feared to turn or move.She didn't

"Your driver almost bumped into my car, shouldn't you apologize for the damage that you almost caused?" Ansel smirked devilishly, the sun casting down on his face and making him look more hotter than he already was.Ansel recalled the moments leading up to the near-collision, and he was certain of one thing-the middle-aged man was clearly at fault. The road was divided into distinct lanes, yet the man had disregarded these boundaries, encroaching into the path of Ansel’s vehicle. His reckless driving had nearly caused damage, and Ansel was determined to make sure that the man took responsibility for his actions.The heat of the day had done nothing to cool Ansel's temper, and he felt fully justified in demanding an apology from the man.Jules clapped his hands together in an attempt to mock Ansel."If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be speaking to me as if we were equals. I owe you no apology, but maybe it’ll teach you some manners.” Ansel thought that the man must be crazy, he ha

Grandfather Kian was stretched out on the king-sized bed, his chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. His eyes rolled back into his head, as if he were looking at the ceiling, but he seemed to see nothing in particular. Looking at the condition that he was in, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to hold on any further."Please save my grandfather" Thora said with tears in her eyes, she couldn't take her eyes off her grandfather. Right now, Ansel was her only hope.Ansel remained silent, his focus solely on grandfather Kian. He knelt beside the bed, his fingers reaching out to feel for a pulse in the man’s thin wrist. A clear bag of fluids hung from a metal stand, connected to Kian’s hand by a thin tube.The drip was supposed to replenish the fluids in Kian’s body and bring some semblance of health back to him, but it seemed to be doing nothing at all. Ansel pulled out a medium-sized box from his bag. Inside was a collection of thin, metallic needles, arranged neatly in rows