Hearing the guards' voices, Dan stopped and turned to face them. A wide grin spread across his face when he saw the guards blocking Hector’s path.“Oh my, is someone having trouble getting in?” Dan asked, feigning cluelessness as if he hadn’t expected such a thing to happen.Madison turned toward the commotion and saw the guards obstructing Hector. She instinctively moved to intervene, but Abigail quickly stopped her.“Look, Madison, can’t you see the difference between your loser husband and Hector?” Abigail said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Dan walked in without issues and was even greeted at the front door. But Hector? He’s being treated like a beggar. Is that the man you want to spend the rest of your life with?”Madison gritted her teeth and glanced at Hector. Despite the situation, his expression remained calm. ‘If only he had listened to me, this wouldn’t be happening,’ she thought.She hesitated, unsure whether to help him. After all, he had claimed he could handle things

Dan’s annoyance grew even more when he heard Abigail yelling at Hector. He knew he could count on Abigail to put Hector in his place. She was one of the few people he was genuinely grateful to have met during his visits to the family home—his future mother-in-law.“I said I would find a job myself,” Hector said defensively. “Since I don’t want the job of a cleaner, I’d rather leave.”Abigail glared at him. “Didn’t you hear me say that as long as you refuse the job, you can forget about being my son-in-law?”Hector shook his head, tilting it slightly to the side. “Madison never agreed to a divorce. You’re the one forcing her into it.”Abigail’s teeth clenched in anger. “You… How dare you talk back? Are you courting death?”Before the tension could escalate further, Dan stepped between them. “How can you turn down a job offer from a company like Coaxed?” he asked sharply. “Do you think a company like this would even look at you if it weren’t for me?”Hector remained calm. “I can find a j

“Him?” Dan questioned immediately, turning to look at Hector. “Are you telling me the chairman’s guest is that man in shabby clothes?”Carlos nodded. “He is indeed the guest of the company, and you are not!”Carlos was blunt, never one to sugarcoat his words. In fact, he was brutally honest to the point it often hurt.Madison and Abigail’s jaws dropped. Abigail couldn’t believe it—Dan wasn’t the chairman’s guest, but Hector was.“How does that even make sense?!” Abigail muttered before she could stop herself. “How can a loser like him be the guest of the company? There must have been a mistake!”Hector sighed and looked away, his expression unreadable. He could tell they wouldn’t act like this unless they already knew his identity. That worked for him, as he preferred to let them handle the situation instead of stepping in himself.“There is no mistake, woman! Please do not interfere in our matters,” Mr. Barney said firmly, though he tried to sound polite. “I said he is the guest. Do y

Abigail walked up the stairs, grinning from ear to ear as she disappeared from sight. She had made a plan with Dan, and she was confident it would be successful. She couldn’t wait for the party to begin.“Why did you agree with her?” Madison asked, looking at Hector with a frown. “You should have declined. She’s only trying to use you to get the attention of those companies!”“I know.”“Then why don’t you refuse her?” she pressed, concern etched on her face. “You know they were just doing you favors, right? They can take back their favorability anytime, and they’re presidents of large companies.”Hector appreciated her concern, but he couldn’t help feeling a pang of disappointment. She still didn’t believe him when he told her he was wealthy.“Alright. I’ll take your advice next time,” he said.Madison sighed in relief and smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll head up first.”As Hector watched her ascend the stairs, he couldn’t help feeling confused. They hadn’t talked much in the past, yet now t

CHAPTER 49They were already inside, and as they approached the counter, Meira adjusted the camera to give her viewers a clear shot of the dazzling jewelry displayed in the glass cases. However, the woman behind the counter fixed them with a sharp, disdainful glare, her lips curling in an obvious sneer.“Excuse me,” the saleswoman drawled, her tone dripping with condescension. “Are you lost? We don’t entertain people who browse without buying, let alone those who clearly can’t afford anything here.”Hector’s brows furrowed, but before he could respond, the woman’s gaze shifted to Meira’s phone, and her expression darkened further. “And put that camera away. This isn’t some tourist attraction. We reserve our merchandise for serious clientele, not wannabe influencers looking for free publicity.”Her eyes flicked over Hector’s casual outfit with a sneer. “Honestly, I don’t even know why security let you in. If you’re not here to make a significant purchase, I suggest you leave—immediately