Henry and Evelyn kept writhing in their seats and within moments, the discomfort they felt became unbearable and they doubled over in pain.An unpleasant stench of fart suddenly permeated the air as Henry let out a strained groan, and Evelyn gasped in horror as she released a loud fart of her own that echoed through the restaurant. The foul odor of her and Henry’s farts quickly spread and this drew the attention of the other customers.“Ew, what’s that horrible smell?” a woman at a nearby table exclaimed, covering her nose.“It smells like a sewage pipe bursted in here!” another lady added, her nose crinkling as she gagged.“It’s certainly hazardous inhaling something as awful as this. Jeez!” someone spat in disgust.“I think it’s them,” a man yelled, pointing toward Henry and Evelyn, who had both turned a shade of green as they tried to contain their embarrassment.A wave of murmurs erupted in the restaurant as the realization that it was indeed Henry and Evelyn, dawned on everyone.
Regina rose from the couch with her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed as they flickered between Anita and Adrian. Her lips curled into a disapproving scowl. “Why are you here?” she gritted, her voice rising with each word as she glared at Adrian with so much intensity. “You have no right to step foot in this house, because you aren’t welcome here! Your plans to leech off my daughter won’t work! Now turn around and get out!” “Mother!” Anita exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration, and her cheeks flushed with anger as she stepped in front of Adrian, as if to shield him from Regina’s hateful stare. “That’s enough! Adrian is my husband for goodness’ sake, and you will not speak to him like that. ” “Husband?” Regina scoffed, her gaze hardening as she ignored Anita’s protests. “He’s just a nobody! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—you deserve so much better than him! Divorce him for crying out loud!” Adrian’s jaw tightened and he clenched his fists, but before he could re
Adrian’s jaw twitched at Paul’s words and Anita could feel him stiffen so she grabbed his hand and subtly signaled for him to calm down. Adrian took a deep breath to calm himself, then he glanced back at Paul who had a smug smirk on his face. “Paul,” he began, a bit of anger still evident in his tone. “I recall you saying you’re a departmental head at Crestwood investment, is that right?” Paul raised his shoulder haughtily. “Of course I am. Why? Do you want me to put in a good word for you? Just say it and I can snag you a job as a janitor.” Some of the classmates snickered at Paul’s words and stared at Adrian mockingly. Adrian’s lips twitched into a mischievous smile, not letting Paul’s jabs affect him in the slightest. “Interesting. But no, Paul, I don’t need a job. Actually I asked you because I have a mean sixth sense, you know. It’s rarely wrong and it’s telling me something right now.” Paul chuckled, shaking his head in mock interest. “Oh yeah? What’s it telling you?”
At Tristan’s declaration, some of the classmates exchanged awkward glances with each other, but none of them spoke up in Adrian’s defense. After all, he wasn’t one of their classmates, and they didn’t want to risk their chance to enter the exclusive club. They simply shrugged and made their way in. Adrian’s expression remained calm as he met Tristan’s gaze. He wasn’t surprised that Tristan had said this. Infact, he expected this kind of pettiness from him. Deciding to indulge him, he raised a brow and asked, “And why am I not invited?” Tristan’s grin widened, his voice low and taunting as he replied. “It’s simple, really. You’re a nobody and a loser that no one wants around. Tell you what though,” he leaned in closer, his breath almost fanning Adrian’s face. “If you lick my feet, I’ll let you in with the rest of us. How does that sound?” Anita’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she quickly stepped in front of Adrian, her voice firm. “That’s enough, Tristan. You’re going too far! If
The atmosphere outside the club grew even more tense as Adrian turned slowly towards the source of the voice. Standing a few feet away was Landon Welsh, his posture oozing arrogance. The smirk on his face was one of malicious satisfaction, and his eyes gleamed with the pleasure of seeing Adrian in what he presumed to be a humiliating situation. Adrian remained impassive as he stared at Landon, and all he could see was the spoiled brat who had once tried to intimidate him and failed miserably. The sheer arrogance he still exuded made it obvious that he hadn’t learned his lesson. He made a mental note to have a serious talk with Harold Welsh regarding this. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Landon taunted when Adrian didn’t say anything, his voice loud enough to pique the attention of Skylar and the bouncer. “Or are you too embarrassed to admit you are one of my father’s benefactors?” Adrian arched an eyebrow, his head tilting in mock confusion. “Benefactor? The last time I
Skyler ignored Landon’s question as she kept staring at Adrian in wide-eyed disbelief, and her mind raced as she struggled to process the reality of her situation. The bouncer also felt a chill run down his spine as he observed Skyler’s panicked expression, then he shot a nervous glance at Adrian before turning back to Skyler. “Manager Skyler, was he really telling the truth about being a platinum member? Before Skyler could reply, the sounds of incoming footsteps echoed across the pavement, and her whole body went rigid as David Reed, the club’s owner, approached with two bodyguards, that sported muscles which put Dwayne Johnson to shame, trailing behind him. David was not so tall, but he had a commanding presence, and his sharp eyes flickered as they scanned the scene. As soon as he spotted Adrian, his expression softened, and he quickened his pace, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he came to a stop in front of him. “Mr. Young,” David greeted with a bow, his tone fil
Skyler’s eyes widened in disbelief. She surely hadn’t expected Adrian to give her such a degrading condition. Her eyes watered as she thought about how her life had taken a downward spiral since yesterday. She really didn’t like to work and preferred the laidback luxurious lifestyle even though she wasn’t from a wealthy family, and this is why she set her sights on wealthy men. She thought she had hit the jackpot with the mayor’s son and wouldn’t have to work anymore. She had even planned to quit her job as a club manager yesterday, but the mayor’s son's sudden decision to break up with her, derailed her plans. She had almost lost all hope of finding another big fish, when Landon came into the picture. She instantly decided to cling to him and seduce him into falling for her, but that plan had failed before it even started. Now, she was left with no other option but to accept Adrian’s condition, because she didn’t want to lose the only thing that’ll put food on her table.With a sigh
Natalie shrieked loudly as Paul spat out his drink on her dress, her voice cutting through the noise of the lounge. “What the hell, Paul!” she screamed, frantically wiping at the stain spreading across her designer outfit. “Look what you’ve done!” “Hey, babe, calm down,” Tristan began in a bid to reassure her but she cut him short. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She rose from her seat after saying this, and with a furious glare directed at Paul, she stormed off to the restroom to clean up herself . Meanwhile, Paul remained frozen in his seat, still clutching his phone tightly as if he expected Martha to call back and tell him it had all been a joke. Minutes passed without him getting a call back, and the reality of his situation sank in—He had been fired. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion as he glanced at Adrian, who was watching him with an infuriatingly calm expression. “How did he know?” Paul whispered to himself in confusion, and his mind raced with the