Richard propped himself up on the table, gazing at Gibson through the reflection in the mirror. "I can't let him win."Opening his closet, Richard quickly changed into his finest attire, including a piece from a fairly famous brand. He also styled his hair differently than usual, feeling more ambitious. He mentally reinforced himself, determined not to be outdone by Gibson, even though his longtime rival had become wealthy.He roughly splashed his face, looking disheveled due to recent sleepless nights pondering all the troubles he'd faced. But Richard refused to appear unkempt. He readied himself with confidence and headed to the café for the meeting with Gibson.Upon arrival, Gibson and Richard crossed paths in the underground parking lot. They walked together as if they were ordinary friends. Gibson surveyed the surroundings; everyone involved in his revenge plan against Richard was ready in their respective positions.Gibson and Richard sat at the same table, and a respectful wait
Richard yelled loudly, visibly frustrated with the blinding camera flashes assaulting his senses. "Stop! Stop all of this, damn it!"Richard approached Gibson. He raised his hand, aiming to land a punch on Gibson, but Gibson quickly evaded his blow. Richard didn't give up that easily. He continued trying to land a punch on Gibson's face, but before he could, Gibson kicked Richard in the stomach, sending him tumbling to the floor.Richard coughed while clutching his aching stomach. He glared at Gibson. "You bastard!"Richard got up, determined to get to Gibson. He couldn't accept what Gibson had done to him. With all his might, Richard moved quickly towards Gibson, throwing a swift punch, but it was in vain as Gibson effortlessly dodged every strike.Before Richard could retaliate against Gibson, the journalists who had finished taking pictures swarmed him. "Is it true that you're involved in a major scandal with adult film actors? You're often seen with multiple partners. Is one of yo
In the morning, Gibson was still preoccupied with Kiara and Sandara's plan to destroy Calista. He appeared anxious and restless. Calista, who had been awake for a while, greeted him as he came out of his room."Do you want to have breakfast together? I just made some toast," Calista asked while enjoying her cup of coffee."No, I have to go. I have some things to take care of," Gibson declined and prepared to leave.Calista remained silent, looking disappointed. "No wonder you're all dressed up to go out," she murmured, gazing at the toast she had prepared for both of them.Gibson put on his jacket and fixed his hair. He looked at Calista and wanted to ask something, but his tongue failed him, and he abandoned his intention."Are you leaving already? Are you sure you don't want breakfast?" Calista asked, filled with hope. Gibson gave a small smile.Gibson approached Calista, who continued to stare at him without blinking. There was a nervous feeling that made Calista feel awkward."Whe
Gibson is still frustrated with the information he heard yesterday. He's angry and upset because he couldn't meet Kiara. In his room, Gibson is seriously thinking about finding out Kiara's plans if that's indeed what they intend to do."They just can't stop; causing harm to Calista wasn't enough. And now, they want to repeat that vile act. What should I do now?"Gibson paces back and forth in his room, his mind filled with worry for Calista. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. Currently, Calista is in the spotlight of the media. Her career is on the rise, and things are looking up for her.If something happens to Calista, it's not just her safety that's at risk but also her career. It could affect Calista's hard-earned popularity, and the competition between them is something Gibson can't avoid. However, that doesn't mean Gibson wants to make the situation more complicated and heated. He continues to search for a way out of all that's happening.Meanwhile, in her room, Cali
Gibson chuckled at the irony of Kiara's mother continuously accusing him of being responsible for the downfall of the Kiara family. He couldn't understand why Kiara's mother harbored such a deep hatred for him and refused to accept any other explanation."What do you mean, Mother? Was your house seized by the police? Or the bank?" Gibson said, sounding sarcastic."Don't mock me! I'll get back at you for tearing my family apart!" she retorted."Who's tearing things apart here? My life fell apart because of your precious daughter! Are you still going to deny it?" Gibson shot back."You destroyed yourself! You accused my daughter of infidelity just to avoid facing your own downfall!" Kiara's mother exclaimed."Why do you keep denying the truth? Didn't Kiara end up in a relationship with Hans in the end? And now you're living in his house! Mom, listen, it was your husband's company that caused all of this! He went bankrupt and lost everything. Why do you keep blaming me?" Gibson argued.T
Kiara's mother held her reddened wrist, bearing the marks of Gibson's grip. Her eyes narrowed with anger."Just wait and see, I'll retaliate for this. You... will never receive forgiveness from me! I'll make you suffer far from this!" Kiara's mother declared, clenching her fists to contain her rage.Gibson merely smirked in disdain and sat back down, his anger seething deep within him. He couldn't fathom being humiliated and insulted like this.This meeting yielded no results; it only deepened the hatred and resentment between them. A meeting that should have brought clarity, even the chance of laughter shared for the sake of peace. But it seemed their feud was far from over. Their situation remained volatile, ready to escalate further.Gibson could only sigh heavily, realizing that their relationship would never return to how it once was.Kiara's mother hailed a taxi, her frustration evident. "Drive, quickly!" she snapped with irritation and a raised voice, startling the taxi driver.
A handsome man stared seriously at a document in his hand. His face wrinkled as if he didn't like what was written inside. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He glanced sharply at the young man standing in front of him, who lowered his head. Occasionally, the young man glanced at Hans."Is what you said true?" Hans asked, not taking his eyes off the document he had just read."Are you referring to Mr. Richard?" his employee replied."Yes, you said he was fired and lost all his wealth?""That's correct, sir."Hans furrowed his brow, then returned to his original position and slammed the document down on the desk with enough force to make it echo throughout the room.The man was startled by the sound of the document being slammed by Hans. His glasses even slipped, and with trepidation, he adjusted them back to their position.His eyes glanced at the document, clearly visible on the messy desk, the result of Hans's forceful action. Next to it were stacks of documents that had just b
On that evening, Gibson was on the villa's terrace, gazing at the night sky. The slightly chilly air didn't require him to wear a jacket or sweater; he was accustomed to this mild nighttime cold. Gibson's mind was filled with the complexities of his life, reflecting on all the experiences that had brought him to this point, to a house that wasn't his.Gibson, a diligent and hardworking man, often found himself working tirelessly just to stay afloat in a fiercely competitive company. He navigated a workplace filled with backstabbing and duplicity, where his position as an ordinary employee was frequently threatened. However, his dedication earned him the trust of his superiors, allowing him to attend events outside the office and, in the process, making him a target for many of his colleagues.Initially, everyone treated him kindly and began to see Gibson as a friend rather than an adversary. But it turned out that it was all a facade. They only sought to exploit his innocence, as he c