155Lana's fury broke through her shock. "Stop it, Edgar!" she snapped, her hands balling into fists. "You're the one who's out of line here!"Mrs. Roberts tutted, shooting Lana a disapproving look. "Lana, dear, calm yourself. We're all adults here. Let's act like it."Lana's breath hitched, and Dar
156Before Darwin could articulate a response, Lana's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Enough!" she declared, her voice quivering with fury and determination. She stood up, her chair scraping against the floor with a sound that echoed like a shot in the quiet room. Her eyes blazed with a
157After discussing, Darwin and James agreed to officially announced the plan.In the quiet of his office, Darwin's phone cut through the silence, vibrating with urgency. He answered immediately, recognizing the number."Hello?""Darwin, it's Lana," came the shaky voice from the other end. There wa
158The family turned to him, expressions ranging from disbelief to outright scorn."You again?!!! What are you doing here?" Lana's father asked as he rounded to face Darwin."I'm here to help securing the contract with Weston manufacturating Corp," Darwin replied calmly. Lana's father scoffed, "An
159Darwin remained undeterred, his expression calm, even as he internally sighed at their stubborn refusal to acknowledge his contribution. "Believe what you will, but I did what I promised. Lana shouldn’t have to marry anyone she doesn't love for the sake of a business deal."At the moment, Darwin
160Darwin nodded, his stance resolute. "Before I go, let me say one last thing," he said, his voice cutting through the lingering laughter. The room quieted, curiosity tempering the scorn."I know you find it hard to believe that someone like me could secure such a deal," Darwin continued, meeting
161The next day, the Roberts mansion was buzzing with activity, the family immersed in preparations for a grand celebration. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation as they congratulated themselves on the supposed secured contract with Weston Manufacturing Corp. Arthur was on t
162As Darwin's car pulled up to the imposing facade of the Roberts mansion, the late evening shadows cast long, somber lines across the brickwork. The air was crisp, echoing the tension tightening in his chest. He killed the engine and sat for a moment, gathering his resolve. His hands gripped the