Apex Villa...In one of the apartments in the villa, the TV was playing an announcement posted by the Sunset Daily broadcasting station. A figure slouched across the long sofa like a depressed soul, matching the black hoodie he wore. The room was quite dark, with only the mild light from the TV, as all the curtains were drawn. It wasn’t until the door opened that a few rays of light managed to enter.“Noah!” Lauren’s voice boomed as she strode directly to the curtains and pulled them apart one by one. She turned to him, placing her hands on her waist. “I told you to stop sitting in the dark like this. Are you trying to make yourself depressed?”“I am depressed,” Noah replied, without looking away from the announcement that had been playing on repeat.Lauren frowned as she approached him. “No, you’re not. You should be strong in times like this so you can fight back.”Noah didn’t respond, which made her sigh. She sat down. “We already knew this was going to happen, didn’t we? It’s like
"Grandpa..." Max exhaled in frustration, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why would you do that?"Grandpa Norman didn't even look up, casually popping another melon seed into his mouth. "Because you're too slow. Do you really think you can win her over by yourself?"Max was left speechless for a moment, clicking his tongue. "I think I can.""Sure, you do." Grandpa snickered, leaning back in his chair. "Anyway, I did my part. The engagement is tomorrow, and Ol' Langley is also expecting you both to come together. If you're not interested, I can call and let her know. But I'm sure you wouldn’t want to embarrass her. And don’t forget, you owe her a thank you for picking you up when you came back. Perfect chance."Max opened his mouth to retort but found himself at a loss. The old man was right—he hadn’t thanked her yet. Alexa had gone out of her way to help him and even bought a bar under his name. "I’m going upstairs to shower," Max muttered, heading toward the staircase. "Don’t bother c
"Hi, it’s Alexa." Her voice came through the phone, hesitant but clear. "I’m not sure if you have my number." "Yeah, I do," Max replied smoothly, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach his voice. There was a pause on the other end before she spoke again. "I heard you’re going to Erica’s engagement?" "Who’s Erica?" His tone was nonchalant like he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. "Grandpa Langley’s granddaughter," she clarified, her confusion evident. "We’re supposed to go together. Didn’t Grandpa tell you?" Max blinked, and then the memory clicked. "Oh, right. Got it. I just didn’t know her personally." "Okay," she muttered, her voice dropping. After another pause, she ventured, "So, what’s the plan? Are we meeting at the hotel entrance?" Max could feel the awkwardness building like she was tiptoeing around something. Maybe it was the memory of that night when she'd gotten a little too tipsy. To break the tension, he leaned back in his chair and said, "Sin
Max turned to look at the speaker with confusion, and his eyebrows twitched when he saw who she was and her entourage. Sure enough, once the other party also saw who he was, she instantly sniggered, "Well, well, well," she sneered, "if it isn't the useless bum!" She spun around to her group, waving her hand dramatically. "July, look who we’ve bumped into! Your useless ex-husband. What on earth is he doing here?" Max slid his hands into his pockets, his initial surprise fading. July and Greg stood together while Vivi, the one who’d just snatched a tux from him, led the group. His eyes flicked around the room, quickly sizing up the situation and figuring that they must have just entered yet came to cause trouble. "What’s a loser like you doing in a place like this?" Vivi’s taunting voice rang out again, but Max didn’t even blink in her direction. That was until July took a step forward, crossing her arms with a smug smirk. Her gaze ran over him, dripping with disdain. "Don’t tell
Max stood there quietly as the three others exchanged smug glances. The attendant, growing increasingly impatient, tapped her foot. She had seen his type before—broke guys who wandered in just to take a few pictures for their social media. The store sold luxury clothes that even she couldn’t afford, and yet, Max dared to show up without a penny. Worse, on her shift. She could get penalized if anything went wrong, but thankfully, they seemed to be the only customers in the store for now.“Are you done wasting my time?” she snapped, eyeing Max. “If you’re not buying anything, leave.”Max raised an eyebrow. “You don't even know if I truly came here to steal or intend to pay for the tux. Is this how you treat all your customers? By judging them based on what some people say?”"Who are some people?" Vivi retorted and came forward, pointing at Greg and July. "You recognize them, don't you? They are regular customers. Are you sure you want to offend them by not throwing this penniless thie
“Sorry, your payment has been declined.” None of them reacted at first as no one expected that, but a couple of seconds later, they all came to their senses. Max’s brows knitted in confusion while the attendant's worried look eased. Meanwhile, Vivi and Greg gave one another pleased looks as they stiffened their mocking laughter. Only July had an angry look on her face as she felt embarrassed. “Let me retry.” The attendant spoke up, clearly relieved. “Maybe there was an error.” Although everyone knew it was probably an insincere attempt to further embarrass Max. After all, how could the system make a mistake? She swiped the card again, and sure enough, that same mechanical voice rang out again. She was about to put it in again when Vivi suddenly snorted and laughed, folding her arms, “Don’t bother. You can try all day and it won’t work. Didn’t I tell you he’s as broke as a church rat?” The attendant smiled, and she turned to Max, regaining her condescending look. “Maybe you gave t
July folded her arms, a smug smile playing on her lips. "We caught him red-handed, and when we asked him to pay up, he couldn’t. The attendant was ready to call the cops on him, but then you walked in."She seemed pleased with herself and kept looking at Alexa’s face to gauge her reaction. After all, no woman would be happy to hear that the man she brought to such an upscale store tried to steal. She expected Alexa to lash out, yell at Max, maybe even storm out in embarrassment. Although she actually knew Max was not the type to steal; he was the holier than thou type and would not do something like that. She just wanted to mess with him.But to her surprise, Alexa looked like she heard something ridiculous and looked toward the attendant. “Max would never do something like that. Could it be a misunderstanding?” Luxe also shot a sharp look at her. "Tell me exactly what happened. How did the tux I specifically put on the rack end up in this mess?" The attendant, now visibly nervous,
July's eyes widened as the rip echoed through the room. For a second, she just stared at the fabric in her hand, disbelief washing over her face. Then, like a switch flipping, she jumped at Alexa, blurting out, "It's not me!"Alexa raised an eyebrow, momentarily stunned before letting out a cold laugh. "Are you serious right now? You were the one yanking at the dress. If it's not you, who is it? Me?""I said it's not me!" July retorted, bent on not taking the blame. She had merely wanted to feel out what was between Alexa and Max a little and intimidate Alexa while at it. She was absolutely not prepared to get in trouble while at it."You know what?" Alexa shook her head and laughed. "I won't bother arguing with you."She scoffed like she thought July was nothing but a joke before walking past her. July was stunned at first but quickly recollected herself and shouted, "Where are you running off to? You were the one who took the dress in the first place? How dare you try to leave it f