“Fifty million dollars, what do you say?” Horace quickly made his offer known. Before Richard could answer, he quickly added, “Seventy million! It’s a once in a lifetime piece but this is surely a tempting price I’m offering.”“What do you say, Mr Richard?” he asked, his breath caught in his throat. Richard’s expression didn’t waver despite the mouth watering offer. “I appreciate the offer, but this item isn’t for sale,” he said, his tone firm but polite. “It’s meant as a gift for someone very important to me, an elder.”Horace sighed deeply, his shoulders dropping. Regret clouded his face, but a hint of admiration lingered in his eyes. “What a pity,” Horace murmured, shaking his head slowly. “Well It’s evident you can’t be swayed by wealth… I admire that,” he said, nodding. He glanced at the watch before offering Richard a resigned smile. “Then I’ll respect your decision, but know my doors are always open should you ever reconsider.”“Actually,” Richard began, and Horace’s eyes

Sir Wilson’s birthday party was still in full swing with everyone wining, and dining, when Lydia’s phone suddenly rang. “Hey girl,” she said with excitement. “Happy birthday Layla!” “Thanks my love,” Layla replied, equally excited, though her voice was low, competing with the loud background of her birthday party. “Please extend my greetings to my birthday mate,” Layla added. “When will you be here? Everyone is waiting!” “I’ll be there soon,” Lydia replied and hung up. Lydia immediately ran to her father with an eager smile. “Dad, I want to leave now for Layla’s birthday party.” Sir Wilson raised a brow, considering her request. “Alright, you can…” Before Lydia could run off, he quickly suggested, “Why not take Richard along with you?” “Dad!” she exclaimed, her smile vanishing. Before she could protest further, he called out, “Richard! Richard!” and gestured for him to come over. “Richard,” Sir Wilson said warmly when he arrived. “Would you like to join Lydia at

The imposing presence and fearsome reputation of Dario made everyone in the room scramble to distance themselves from the entrance.No one wanted to become the scapegoat of his wrath. Whispers grew louder, accusations flying in the air as they tried to shield themselves.A sharp feminine voice broke through the tension. “It’s you right?!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing at her partner. “You’re always causing trouble. I hope you’re not the one Dario’s after!”The man’s face drained of color, his body shaking visibly. “It’s not me!” he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. He held the edge of the table tight as he silently prayed, his breath shallow, wishing with everything he had that it wasn’t him. Suddenly, Lydia’s voice rang out, sharp and condescending. She pointed directly at Richard, “it’s you,” she said, her voice filled with certainty. “I know it’s you!”She turned to everyone and repeated. “It’s him! I know. He must have offended Dario.”“Pretty lady, are you sure of thi

Richard’s gaze darkened at the mention of Delilah’s name, her name bringing frustration to him. “Delilah??”“Yes, boss,” Dario answered. “Kent’s father is her uncle.”“I see,” Richard nodded, his voice low. He straightened, his tone colder now. “Deal with Kent however you see fit. But under no circumstances are you to reveal my identity. Do you understand?”Dario nodded fervently. “Of course, boss. Your wish is my command.”“Good,” Richard said.Normally, Richard’s temper would have led Kent to suffer severe consequences, but considering Kent’s ties to Delilah, Richard chose leniency. After all, if his engagement with Delilah couldn’t be dissolved in the future, he might have to accept Delilah as family. This compelled him to exercise caution. “Rise,” Richard ordered, his voice calm yet firm. Dario immediately shook his head, his voice slightly trembling. “Boss, no, please! We don’t deserve to rise. If you wish, we’ll stay in this position for the rest of the day. We deserve noth

Dario chuckled, lowering his head briefly before lifting his gaze back to Kent’s father. “Your threats,” he said, his lips curling into a faint smirk, “mean very little.”Kent’s brows furrowed deeply at Dario’s words. His tone was calm, almost bored. He locked his steely gaze on Kent’s father, showing not a hint of concern. “You can rely on whoever you want,” he said. “It will only change little to nothing.”“Now, leave,” he concluded with a commanding tone and sat down calmly. “You are going to regret this,” Kent began but Dario didn’t bother and paid him no attention. Instead he turned to his bodyguard. “Get rid of these pests,” he ordered dismissively. Kent clenched his fists tighter, his jaw tight with suppressed anger, while his father adjusted his coat with deliberate slowness and stood up. The bodyguards urged them forward, and escorted them till they were completely out of the building. The moment they got outside, Kent stormed a few steps forward before kicking a nearb