At the question, Palo staggered back as if he had been struck with lightning, his fingers tightening around his phone. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing, but the numbers didn't lie. This…this is the real deal! His throat bobbled as he swallowed again, his earlier arrogant crumbling under the weight of his mistake. He had insulted—no, humiliated—a man who could drop a fortune without blinking. A man who clearly wasn't just some street beggar playing games. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He forces his lips to move, but no words come, completely deserting him. His mouth was dry, his throat locked. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to backtrack and salvage what dignity he had left, but the way Sabito watched him like a predator toying with its prey was what made his legs go weak. Did you even see how cool he was? Unlike the others, he didn't gloat about how he was going to be able to buy the car which Palo found admirable. Just the amused flint in his eyes,

“He can't afford it?” A mocking tone pierced the air. The voice was crisp and haughty. Everyone's head turned as if yanked by an invisible thread. Well, everyone except Sabito. The rude female attendant, who Sabito hadn't even thought of knowing her name—because he agreed she wasn't worth it—straightened instantly. Her entire demeanor changed, her spine locked and her lips curled upward in a delighted smile. The handful of other customers, who had paused mid-browse, now craned their necks, eyes wide and glinting. The man who had spoken is Kelvin Skye. He stood with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his expensive designer coat, the dark fabric hugging his tail frame like it was sewn on him. His neatly cropped hair glistened beneath the boutique’s chandeliers. His jawline was sharp, the skin pale and pampered. He smirked with the confidence of someone who'd never been told no. But Sabito was going to teach him that a “no” is part of one's life journey. After all, every

Zelda's face feigned with regret. Her lips trembled as she opened them to speak with Sabito after hearing his horrifying decision. “Mr Sabito, I beg of you. Please, do not lay me off this organisation. There is nothing I will go back to.” Her voice throbbed with emotions and her face showed with fear. Zelda's eyes begged for mercy as she looked at Sabito. Sabito shot a deadly glare at her. He flashed back to how rude and arrogant she was with her words. He couldn't pacify his anger nor could he tolerate that level of arrogance or unprofessional ethic in his business. His face went pale and cold. “You should have thought about that before messing with me. Get out of my mall or I will force you out!” My voice was loud but my aura was calm. There was no iota of mercy on my face while my lips spat venom. Zelda gnashed her teeth in pain while tears rolled out of her eyes. Her heart weakened with pain, ‘Had I known? I should have done better.’ Her nostrils inhaled and let out air almo

“What's with this mess, Mr Cross?” He launched a fierce gaze at him as he stepped closer to the scene.“I am very sorry, Mr Francisco. It's all the fault of this lunatic. He walked in here and won't leave.” Cross explained himself very quickly. He had thought Mr Francisco would react outrightly.But Mr Francisco walked up to Sabito. “Who are you? And what business do you have here that would make you cause this kind of mess?” Francisco asked with a sharp glare. He glanced at Sabito from his head to his toe.“My name is Sabito and I am here to acquire a property.” Sabito introduced himself with a soft tone even though Cross and Gabriel had gotten on his nerves.“Okay. In that case, which apartment do you want to acquire?” Francisco asked him.“We have already discussed this, Mr Francisco. You asked me to pick you up in your head office and that is the reason I am here.” Sabito explained. He hoped that would remind him of something.‘Could he be the man that wanted to purchase an high-e

Giselle was the first to wake up the next day after what her brother said. She was tired of going to her present school because they lack good teachers and the infrastructures weren't good enough.‘Are you going to take me to Beverly hills?’ Giselle remembered the question she asked her brother.‘Yes, I will.’ That answer from her brother echoed in her head again and again, triggering the level of her excitement.Beverly Hills is the most prestigious school in the country. Only the rich attend the school. Giselle who had most times got up to dress up late was the first to finish dressing up for school.Giselle walked out of her room elegantly and the first thing in her mind was to wake her brother in case he is still asleep. Giselle walked to the door and knocked on it.Sabito who had been awake for a long period of time was on his bed with his lips curved with a smile as he was swept in the pool in imaginations. He couldn't also forget the priceless reaction of his parents when they