Inside Villa No. 1Max adjusted the cuffs of his sleek black tailored suit, which accentuated his sharp features and gave him an air of effortless sophistication. He glanced at Alexa, who was wearing a form-fitting emerald green dress that draped elegantly over her curves, its subtle shimmer catching the light. Her beauty was undeniable, her shiny black hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her radiant face. Max couldn't help but admire her. "You look stunning," he murmured with a soft smile, his eyes filled with admiration. Alexa blushed, stepping closer to fix the lapel of his suit. "And you look dashing," she replied, her voice gentle as she adjusted his tie, her hands lingering slightly. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting in a moment of tender affection. "I think we're ready," Max said, his tone light, though his gaze remained fixed on her. Just then, the doorbell echoed through the villa, breaking their quiet moment. Max frowned slightly, confused. "Who could t

The grand banquet hall buzzed with excitement as one by one, the guests stepped forward to present their gifts to Old Madam Joiner.Benjamin, uncle of Alexa, the eldest brother of Alicia, is a tall, dignified man in his fifties, stepped forward carrying a long, rectangular box wrapped in elegant gold foil. "Mother," he began, his voice deep and warm, "you've always loved art, so I commissioned this painting from a renowned artist in Italy. May it bring beauty to your days." As the wrapping was removed, a stunning oil painting of a serene countryside revealed itself. The room murmured in awe, and Old Madam Joiner's face lit up. "Benjamin, you've outdone yourself," she said, smiling gratefully.Next came Sophia, auntie of Alexa, the younger sister of Alicia, is a petite, lively woman in her forties. She held a small, velvet-lined box. "Mother, this is for you. I know you treasure rare jewelry, so I found this antique emerald brooch in an auction." The crowd gasped softly as the brooch s

Cris and Bianca walked gracefully toward Old Madam Joiner, their entrance exuding charisma and elegance. Cris carried himself with an air of quiet authority, while Bianca's poised and refined steps drew admiring gazes from everyone in the room."Happy birthday, Old Madam Joiner," Cris greeted warmly, offering a respectful bow, while Bianca followed with a gentle smile.Rick, grinning smugly, approached the pair to welcome them. However, his attention quickly shifted to Bianca, his eyes lingering on her captivating figure. He was so enamored by her presence that he completely ignored the woman he had arrived with. The forgotten companion, clearly upset, crossed her arms and looked away in irritation, her lips pressed into a pout as she watched Rick practically fawn over Bianca.As Cris was about to greet Max, Rick suddenly stepped forward, his voice loud and cutting through the hum of the room. "Hold on! Before we go any further, there's something everyone needs to know," he began, his

The two men walked toward Madam Joiner with warm smiles, each presenting their gifts.The elderly man, Madam Joiner's husband, extended a carefully wrapped box to her. His voice was soft and filled with affection as he said, "To my lovely wife, who has stood by me for all these years. This is a small token of my love and gratitude. May it remind you of the many wonderful memories we've shared."Madam Joiner smiled, her eyes misty as she accepted the gift. "You always know how to melt my heart," she replied with a playful scolding tone.The young man stepped forward, a calm smile on his face, and said, "Grandma, this piece was created by one of the most renowned calligraphy artists in the country. I hope it brings more elegance to your home."Madam Joiner accepted the gift with an appreciative smile, her eyes admiring the intricate brushstrokes. "This is exquisite," she said. "Thank you for such a thoughtful gift."Max's gaze lingered on the young man, his eyes narrowing slightly in re

Cris and Max sat at a table in the corner of the café, sipping coffee and pretending to read the newspaper. Their disguises were laughably over-the-top: Cris wore a pair of oversized novelty sunglasses with a fake, comically large nose attached, while Max sported a wide-brimmed hat and a fake mustache that looked like it was about to peel off his face. Despite their ridiculous appearances, they blended in surprisingly well, as the other patrons were too preoccupied to pay them much attention.From their position, they had a clear view of Rick and the seller's table. Cris occasionally peered over the edge of his newspaper, his comical nose barely staying in place, while Max adjusted his fake mustache whenever it threatened to fall. Both of them listened closely to the conversation.At the other table, Rick leaned forward, his tone feigning eager interest. "So, if I wanted to take this further and maybe act as a reseller, how would that work? I mean, there's definitely a demand for some