The room fell into a stunned silence as they turned to the man. He wore a black suit with a black glass and looked so serious. Dustin immediately recognized him and hauled."Manager Mr. hamos!". Mr. hamos was the hotel assistant manager, but Dustin and Fiona thought he was the manager, since he was the one that Mr. Randall was talking with them, and they have nearly both finalized their partnership.“Mr. Hamos, sir! This blind man—” Dustin rushed to him jabbed a finger in Zaiden’s direction, his voice laced with disdain, “—is sitting on a well-polished leather seat in the VIP section and making everyone uncomfortable. He doesn’t belong here!”.Fiona added in a scornful tone, “And the woman with him is no better! She’s enabling him, entertaining his delusions. They both should be thrown out!”.Dustin sneered, his confidence growing. “Exactly! This blind man doesn’t deserve this space, and that woman—she’s just as ridiculous. You should send them both packing!”.Fiona crossed her arms

Zaiden adjusted his tie as Cynthia made sure every detail of his attire was perfect. She fussed over the smallest wrinkles, ensuring he looked as presentable as possible. As they walked together toward the grand meeting room, Zaiden's cane tapped lightly against the floor while Cynthia matched his pace slowly. The sound of raised voices reached them before they even entered. Pushing open the double doors, they were greeted by the sight of Mr. Randall pacing furiously at the head of the long conference table, his face red with anger. The family members seated around the table looked tense, avoiding his gaze. "What the hell did you all do?" Mr. Randall bellowed, slamming his fist on the table. "Crestview officially announced that he wouldn’t work with us! I got a call from the secretary herself, saying she was considering us, but thanks to Mrs. Hailey, thanks to you, she's now pulling out completely. How?!". He yelled so loudly that Mrs. hailey couldn't even speak. Cynthia stif

Cynthia couldn't believe her ears. “Zaiden…” she began hesitantly. “You are saying you ordered this? You’re the one they referred to as my husband?” Zaiden nodded with a calm smile. “Yes, I am your husband—at least in title. And yes, I ordered it.” A ripple of laughter erupted across the room, harsh and mocking. Dustin leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Oh, that’s rich! Zaiden, you bought this? Something worth three million dollars? What are you even dreaming of?”. Mrs. Hailey snorted, folding her arms across her chest. “In his dreams, maybe. A fool like him can’t even afford the wrapping paper, let alone the necklace.” Fiona joined in, laughing so hard tears shimmered in her eyes. “Zaiden, you seriously think anyone here believes you? You can barely hold a cane, let alone a fortune.” Mr. Randall’s lip curled into a sneer. “It’s beyond arrogant for you to call yourself her husband, Zaiden. You have been here for one day. You don’t even have the decency to clarify that this so

Mr. Randall stepped forward, “Your boyfriend?” he said, his voice dripping with incredulity. “Fiona, are you seriously talking about that guy? The one who got you pregnant—the pregnancy you terminated? That boyfriend?.”Fiona didn’t even flinch. She stood tall, holding the necklace up with a triumphant smirk. “Yes, him. The reason I terminated the pregnancy was that i found He is just an illegitimate son of the president of Daily News, and look at what he just sent me—a three-million-dollar necklace! As an apology, mind you. And for what? For nothing. He’s done absolutely nothing wrong, yet here he is!".The room fell silent for a moment before Mr. Randall scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “The illegitimate son of the Daily News president? That makes him worthless to the family—illegitimate sons are useless. But…” He paused, glancing at the necklace with greedy eyes. “But, if he’s throwing three million dollars your way, maybe he’s got more value than we thought. Hell, Fiona,

As they stepped outside, . Fiona was already waiting for zaiden and cynthia near Cynthia's car, her arms folded, a mocking smirk tugging at her lips.She strode toward Zaiden, stopping just a step too close. “You owe me a slap,” she sneered, her voice low but sharp. “When we get back, I will make sure you get it.”Zaiden’s expression didn’t waver. He simply stared at her, and then Fiona left.Cynthia sighed softly, the sound barely audible. She glanced at Zaiden but didn’t say anything as she stepped into the passenger seat of his car. Zaiden watched her for a moment before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He moved a few paces away, his voice low as he made a call.“Cellinina,” he said quickly. “I need you to come to the Randall Company. Right now.”There was a beat of silence before Cellinina’s confident voice replied, “Understood, sir. I will be there shortly.”“Good.” Zaiden ended the call and slipped the phone back into his coat pocket. He turned back to the car, his expressio