As Andrea managed to convince Leo to leave, they walked out of the restaurant together. Leo couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment washing over him, and he noticed Evan's smirk from the corner of his eye. It was a playful expression, but to Leo, it felt like a direct hit to his wounded pride."You're here, bastard!'Leo raised his voice."What's funny?" Leo snapped, his voice filled with anger.Evan's smirk grew wider. "Oh, nothing much. Just the sight of a grown man throwing a tantrum in a restaurant.""I'm not throwing a tantrum!" Leo protested, his face turning red with frustration."Of course not," Evan replied sarcastically."You're just a mature, responsible adult who can't handle a little criticism."Andrea, who had been silently simmering with anger, couldn't stay quiet any longer."Leave us alone, Evan. He's upset.""Upset?" Evan repeated, his voice dripping with amusement."I'd say he's more than just upset, he's humiliated."Leo's fists clenched tightly. "You're quit
Mr. Jones paused briefly before responding, “I'll check if he's free.” Meanwhile, across town, Evan was in a business meeting with Marga. As the meeting wrapped up, Evan's phone rang. It was Mr. Jones. “Mr. Winston,” Mr. Jones whispered, “Mr. Carter is here and he wants to talk to you.” Evan's jaw clenched. “Let him know I'm not available,” he said sharply. Mr. Jones sounded desperate. “But Mr. Winston, he's insistent on speaking with you. It's regarding the ongoing issue with his company.” Evan remained firm. “Mr. Jones, I've made it clear I don't want to talk with him. I have no interest in his words. Deal with it yourself.” With that, Evan hung up and refocused on the meeting. Marga, who had observed the interaction, couldn't help but wonder about the situation between Evan and Mr. Jones. As the meeting concluded, Evan and Marga navigated their way through the bustling mall. Suddenly, Evan's phone rang once more. It was Mr. Jones, sounding even more urgent than before. “Mr
Evan gently reached for the necklace, his fingers lightly brushing against Marga's as he secured it around her neck. A mix of excitement and apprehension filled her heart as she realized the significance behind his gesture. After bidding farewell to Mrs. Sanchez, Evan and Marga left the store, their steps carrying them away from the prying eyes of the sales staff."Thank you" Marga whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the soft murmurs.As they said their goodbyes to Mrs. Sanchez and stepped out of the jewelry store, Marga couldn't contain her curiosity. "Sir," she spoke up.Evan looked at her coldly before she continued."Why did you give me this?" she asked, her eyes searching for answers in Evan's gaze.Evan spoke honestly, "Don't misunderstand. It's all part of a show, Marga."Marga's eyebrows raised slightly. "A show, sir?""Indeed," Evan replied, his voice low and intense."Mrs. Sanchez has always believed that I am a poor and worthless husband during my marriage to her dau
Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez exchanged a quick, furtive glance, their minds racing to find a believable explanation for their daughter's absence."Oh, Leo, we were just...discussing the unusual weather. It's been so unpredictable lately,"Mr. Sanchez stumbled.Mrs. Sanchez nodded softly, her voice barely audible, "Yes, the weather has been quite erratic."Leo's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. "Really? Well, if you're sure, then I'll go."Leo entered the bedroom and discovered Andrea applying makeup at the vanity mirror."Andrea," Leo called out, "we need to talk now."Andrea paused, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's the matter, Leo?""I overheard your parents talking about me," Leo said, his voice filled with emotion."And it wasn't positive."Andrea's eyes widened. "That can't be true. They adore you a lot.""I heard them," Leo insisted. "They regret choosing me as their son-in-law."Andrea's face grew pale. "No, that's i
Evan's gaze remained unwavering as he locked eyes with Marga. "Long enough to hear about your gossip regarding the necklace, Marga."Marga stumbled over her words, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "I-I apologize, Sir. I didn't mean—""Enough," Evan interrupted, his tone sharp. "I didn't come here to discuss personal matters. I need to speak with you privately."Marga nodded, a mixture of apprehension and remorse evident on her face. She motioned towards her coworker. "Emily, could you please excuse us for a moment please?""Of course, Marga. I apologize, sir. I'll leave now," Emily replied, casting a curious glance at Evan before refocusing on her tasks.Evan led the way to a nearby conference room, his mind still processing the revelation of Marga's conversation. Once inside, he turned to face her, his features tense with anticipation."What was that all about, Marga?" he demanded, his voice low and controlled.Marga shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, her earlier con
"What is it, Boss?" Elias asked, his voice calm and composed."I need you to arrange a meeting with Mr. San Fuente," Evan instructed firmly.Elias paused, taking a moment to fully grasp the seriousness of Evan's request."Why, boss?" he inquired."I want you to offer him a huge amount of money again. I heard his company is facing bankruptcy," Evan replied resolutely."Okay, Boss. So how much should we offer him?" Elias questioned."Leave it to me," he smirked. "What do you mean, Boss?" Elias asked, his confusion evident."There's a plot twist," Evan responded. "I am the one who will meet him. I will now reveal my identity to him," he declared. "I know he'll be shocked to learn that I'm the one who's been lending him money all this time," he added.Meanwhile, Mr. San Fuente sat in his cluttered office, the dim light from his computer screen illuminating the papers scattered across his desk. He rubbed his weary eyes and let out a heavy sigh, feeling the immense burden weighing him do
Mr. Fuente felt a surge of guilt rising within him, threatening to consume him whole. How dare Evan show his face here, after he fired him a long time ago? How dare he waltz in and act as though nothing had happened?"What are you doing here, Evan?" Mr. San Fuente demanded, his voice laced with venom. Evan's grin only widened at Mr. Fuente's question, a glint of malice dancing in his eyes."Oh, I think you already know the answer to that, Mr. San Fuente," he replied, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "I'm here to offer you a deal. A chance to save your precious little company from the brink of collapse."Mr. Fuente's blood ran cold at Evan's words. A deal? What kind of deal could Evan possibly offer him? And more importantly, what strings would be attached?"Don’t tell me you’re Elias' Boss" Mr. San Fuente shook his head.Evan leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Mr. San Fuente's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. “Is it hard to believe, Mr.San Fuente?”he
Mr. San Fuente's eyes widened in shock at Evan's bold threat, his mind spinning with the implications of the situation. He had believed he had moved on from his past, but now it seemed that his youthful mistakes had caught up with him once more."You wouldn't dare," Mr. San Fuente murmured, his voice barely audible.However, Evan's demeanor remained cold and unyielding, his determination unwavering in the face of Mr. San Fuente's disbelief."Try me," he stated, his tone filled with malice.With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Mr. San Fuente realized he had no choice but to comply with Evan's demands. Evan handed him the signed check with a smirk."Here's your reward," he said."I can't believe you have this kind of wealth, Evan," Mr. San Fuente remarked."Mr. Winston, that's what you will call me," Evan declared."Okay, Mr. Winston. So you forgive me now?" Mr. San Fuente inquired.Evan looked at him with a cold smile and playfully replied, "What did i say?""Okay. You forgive me, a