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Bryan was confused as Mrs. James stood firm, insisting he wasn’t worthy to enter the room since he hadn’t paid for anything. Frustrated, Bryan excused himself and called Liana. “Sir, I’ve made the payment. Let me send you the receipt,” Liana said before forwarding it to him. Bryan, now fuming, s
Bryan’s face tightened at Diana’s heartbreaking words. Before he could respond, the arrogant girl turned to her mother, her voice dripping with mockery. “Mom, that’s her dad. He’s just surviving off the extended family!” The mother’s smirk widened. Crossing her arms, she glared at Bryan. “Well, is
Bryan was stunned by Amelia’s speculations. The weight of guilt settled over him—perhaps he had pushed her too hard in his quest for revenge. He turned to the doctor, telling him, “I’ll cover the expenses, but don’t tell her it was me. Just say someone helped.” The doctor nodded. “Of course. She’l
Liana anticipated who they are would call, and Bryan was waiting for his burner phone rang, but none of them came. Dylan's phone rang, and rang but no one came in. Vivienne scoffed and assured him, "I am sure he would pick, he is just busy right now". Dylan smiled and tried it again, this time, h
Dylan and Vivienne were lost, unsure of what to do, and finally dropped to their knees in front of Liana. "Please! Someone impersonated your boss and scammed us. You have to help us find him!" Dylan pleaded desperately, his voice filled with urgency. Liana crossed her arms, a mocking smile playi
Cory caught up with Bryan, stepping in front of him with a smug grin, blocking his path. "You're walking away now? Guess that’s what poor people do when they can't handle the truth," Cory mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. A man that was acting cool some moments ago, he was just pretendi
Amelia went to meet the receptionist to investigate who had paid her hospital fees. Someone had recently sent her money, and she was convinced it was the same person. She asked the receptionist if any high-profile or wealthy individuals had visited the hospital. “Oh yeah, the president of the Ornat
A black SUV screeched to a halt at the scene, and Mr. and Mrs. Gabe stormed out, their faces contorted with anger and fear. They marched straight toward Bryan, their fury palpable. "This is all your fault!" Mr. Gabe bellowed, jabbing his finger into Bryan's chest. "You couldn't even protect your o