As Mrs. Davidson stared at her phone, her anger simmered beneath the surface like a pot ready to boil over. How dare Romeo Stewart, her useless ex-son-in-law, have the audacity to call her now, of all times?With a sharp exhale of frustration, she swiped to decline the call, not even bothering to entertain the thought of speaking to him. She had bigger problems to deal with than whatever trivial matter Romeo might want to discuss.But as if mocking her fury, her phone rang again, displaying Romeo's name once more. Irritation surged through her veins like a wildfire, but this time, she hesitated before begrudgingly accepting the call."What do you want, Romeo, what the fuck do you really want you good for nothing numb skull?" she snapped, as her voice dripped with venomous disdain. "Is it very hard to get it into your thick skull that I am a very busy woman unlike you that has nothing to offer the society?""Hey, Mrs. Davidson, stay calm," Romeo's voice came through the line, surpri
As Romeo Stewart was walking down the street, he glanced down at his rumpled shirt and trousers with a slight grimace. He had forgotten to iron them, but being the nonchalant person he was, he shrugged it off and continued on his way to satisfy his craving for a burger at a nearby and prestigious restaurant.Arriving at the prestigious burger shop, he pushed open the door and entered, he was welcomed with the enticing aroma of sizzling patties and toasted buns which enveloped him. As he approached the counter, he could feel the disapproving stares of the other customers, and their judgmental glances made him self-conscious.Amidst the ambient chatter and clinking of cutlery, a group of well-dressed and we'll to do patrons sat at a corner table, and their refined tastes were evident in their choice of cuisine.While Romeo walked in, a few patrons were not so pleased with his appearance.The first customer, a woman with impeccable poise, glanced up from her plate to cast a disdainful
Frustration boiled within Romeo as the mocking laughter filled the air, each snide comment fueled his determination to prove them wrong.With a swift motion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his credit card, holding it aloft for all to see."Here," he declared, as his voice cut through the mockery like a knife, "take my card, run it on your payment machine, take your money and give me the cuisines I requested."The customers fell silent, their amusement was replaced by curiosity as they watched Romeo's bold move. But before anyone could respond, one of the patrons who had earlier made disdainful remarks stood from his seat, as a smirk played on his lips."Come on, bro," he jeered, as his tone dripped with sarcasm, "you still want to prove that you are what you aren't? Why don't you just move over to our table and beg for our leftovers? Maybe then we can consider helping you out. After all, I'm a nice guy. All you need to do is ask."Laughter erupted once again, louder and ha
As Romeo slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbed with a dull ache, and his vision swam with blurry images. With a groan, he shook off the dizziness that overwhelmed him, struggling to make sense of his surroundings.It has been been two days since his kidnap, but who would have been responsible for kidnapping Romeo at this point in time?However, as clarity slowly returned, Romeo found himself seated in a comfortable chair, surrounded by bright lights and the faint hum of machinery. Confusion creased his brow as he realized he was being attended to by a team of stylists, who were meticulously applying makeup and adjusting his attire.He blinked in astonishment as he took in his reflection in the mirror, his rough features had been softened by the skilled hands of the makeup artists. His attire, that had been simple and worn, had been replaced with an elegant ensemble that exuded sophistication and style.It took Romeo a moment to grasp his surroundings fully, his as his mi
Tabitha Scornfield adjusted her posture, as her expression shifted to one of genuine admiration. She leaned towards the microphone, and her voice was measured and composed. "Thank you, Stanley. It’s an honor to be here tonight and to have the opportunity to speak about the Davidsons, a family I’ve known closely for many years."Romeo's eyes darted towards Tabitha, his curiosity was piqued despite his discomfort."Mrs. Davidson, in particular, is a remarkable woman," Tabitha continued, as her voice was warm with sincerity. "She has always been driven by a profound sense of justice and integrity. Even in the face of baseless accusations from NovaTech, she remains steadfast in her commitment to doing what is right. It's important to note that the Davidson family has a long history of philanthropic efforts, supporting numerous causes and helping those in need."The camera zoomed in on Tabitha as she spoke, with an unwavering gaze. "The accusations from NovaTech have been incredibly distr
Stanley Flekken beamed as he turned to the guests, who were all nodding in agreement. "Let's start with our contributions. Dorathy, how much would you like to donate to the Navaurian refugees?"Dorathy Steersman smiled warmly, as her voice filled with sincerity. "I'll contribute fifty thousand dollars, Stanley. It's the least I can do to help these families in need."The audience applauded, and Stanley turned to Ogle Banfield. "And you, Ogle? What will your donation be?"Ogle nodded, as his expression was resolute. "I will match Dorathy's donation and give fifty thousand dollars as well. It is necessary to support these refugees in every way we can."Stanley nodded approvingly. "That's wonderful, Ogle. And now, Tabitha, what about you?"Tabitha Scornfield, with a confident smile, spoke clearly into the microphone. "I will donate seventy-five thousand dollars. It's important that we come together as a community to make a difference in the lives of these refugees."The applause grew lou
Romeo's face contorted with a frown, his anger was barely contained beneath the surface of his stern expression. The laughter and mockery echoed in his ears, fueling a fire within him that demanded retribution. Determined to save face, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, its screen was cracked and edges were worn-out. The whispers and giggles from the audience only deepened his resolve to save his face. He began typing a message to his deputy, Lieutenant General Thompson, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen. The room's attention shifted as Tabitha Scornfield's voice cut through the air once more, dripping with condescension. "Hey, isn't that an old version of an Apple iPhone? Oh, poor guy, look at the way it is all worn out and broken. Maybe we should organize some act of charity for poor Romeo." The audience erupted into another wave of laughter, as their eyes were fixed on Romeo's every move. Ogle Banfield, catching the momentum of the mockery, s
As the numbers on the screen came into focus, a hush fell over the grand hall. The collective gasps of the audience broke the silence. "One point six million dollars!" Most of the people in the audience exclaimed, as their voice was filled with incredulity.Tabitha Scornfield felt a cold shiver shoot down her spine, her smug demeanor began to crumble. A knot tightened in her stomach, the triumph she had relished just moments before now turned to a gnawing dread. How could Romeo, supposedly broke and humiliated, afford such an enormous sum? Questions whirled in her mind, and each one was more unsettling than the last. Had she underestimated him? Was there a hidden benefactor? Or had he been concealing his true financial status all along? The shock and confusion on the faces around her mirrored her own internal turmoil.The audience, too, was caught in a wave of disbelief. Murmurs of astonishment spread through the room as people tried to process what they had just witnessed. Rome