Victor winced in agony as he lay on the ground, his broken arm causing him immense pain. Gibson, drenched in sweat, stood tall, resembling someone who had just completed a grueling workout. As the flashing lights of the police cars illuminated the scene, tension hung in the air."Hands up! Nobody make a move!" commanded one of the police officers, their voice authoritative and firm.Without hesitation, the officers swiftly closed in on Gibson, their steps purposeful and efficient. They wasted no time in restraining him, swiftly securing handcuffs around his wrists. Gibson remained motionless, his face betraying no emotion, a portrait of silent defiance.Helen, fueled by adrenaline, rushed out from the gathering crowd. She had been the one to alert the police, and now she needed to make her presence known. When asked by an officer about the caller's identity, she responded urgently, "It was me! I'm the one who called!"Meanwhile, Cynthia watched the unfolding scene with growing trepida
Gibson sat nervously on the hard, wooden bench in the dimly lit police station, his mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions as he reminisced on the chaotic series of events that had unfolded just moments ago. The room echoed with the distant sounds of bustling officers and muffled conversations, heightening his sense of regret and unease.Every detail of the encounter replayed in his mind like a broken record, each moment etched with vivid clarity. The vivid image of Cynthia's distressed face and tear-streaked cheeks haunted him, a painful reminder of the havoc he had unwittingly caused. Doubt gnawed at his conscience as he questioned whether his impulsive decision to show up at her house had been a grave mistake.As Gibson sank deeper into his thoughts, he realized that his actions had been driven by a desperate need to seek redemption, a fervent desire to clear his conscience before taking any further steps. The weight of his guilt bore heavily upon him, making it difficult to brea
President Adams was taken aback by the unexpected sight of Gibson, who stood behind the cold, unforgiving iron bars within the confines of the police precinct. As the President approached, he couldn't hide his astonishment and blurted out, "I am still very shocked to see you here, Gibson."With a hint of defiance in his eyes, Gibson held onto the iron bars, his gaze locked onto President Adams's face. He seemed unfazed by his current predicament and replied, his voice laced with a touch of sarcasm, "Hope Cynthia didn't catch a glimpse of you on your way here, just to make matters worse." He wanted reassurance that his unexpected appearance hadn't further complicated their already complicated situation.President Adams, realizing the gravity of the situation, sighed with relief. "I'm smarter than that, young master," he assured Gibson. "Rest assured, she didn't see me. I made sure of it." There was a glimmer of satisfaction in his voice, as if he had successfully executed a covert oper
Lina's voice carried a tinge of concern as she addressed Gibson, her words punctuating the air between them. The memory of their previous encounter at her business party lingered in her mind, the silence that followed their parting leaving her with unanswered questions. The anticipation of a phone call or any form of communication from Gibson had weighed on her thoughts, yet the silence remained unbroken.Seated in front of her apartment, the atmosphere held a palpable tension as they engaged in a long-awaited conversation. Gibson, breaking the silence, admitted, "It has been a long three days for me." His voice betrayed a hint of weariness, implying that the passage of time had been laden with challenges and introspection.A flicker of empathy danced in Lina's eyes as she acknowledged, "Well, it has also been a long three days for me too." The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, their shared experience weaving an unspoken bond between them.Curiosity sparked within Gibson, comp
Gibson's words carried a weight of secrecy as he shared the inner struggle he faced, confiding in Lina about the advice his mother had imparted. "My mom told me to never reveal who I was," he confessed, his voice laced with a mix of determination and trepidation. "I am trying my best, trust me."Lina's curiosity piqued as she sought to uncover the reasoning behind such a directive. Leaning in, she asked, "But did she give you any reason?"Gibson's gaze shifted, his thoughts drifting back to the wisdom imparted by his mother. "Yeah, she did," he replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "But when the time is right, I would reveal it. For now, I just need to get Cynthia back on my side without revealing who I actually am."A gentle understanding washed over Lina's features, realizing the delicate balance Gibson sought to achieve. She recognized the complexity of his situation, the need to navigate a precarious path that would ultimately lead to his desired outcome. With a nod of affir
Lina's words carried a gentle yet persistent insistence, urging Gibson to meet her family. The significance of the invitation was not lost on him, as he grappled with the unexpected revelation. "Well, you did not tell me I was going to meet your family," Gibson replied, his voice tinged with surprise, taking in the opulent surroundings of her family bar within their grand mansion.A soft smile curved Lina's lips as she gracefully responded, her words laced with a touch of playful amusement. "You were coming to my house. What did you expect?" Her gentle reminder seemed to imply that meeting her family was an inevitable part of their connection, a natural progression that had been implicit all along.Gibson's eyes widened slightly, the weight of the moment settling upon him. While he had entered her home with a degree of uncertainty, the prospect of meeting her family added a layer of significance to their relationship. The lavishness of the surroundings and Lina's inviting smile foster
The family dinner unfolded in a scene of sheer elegance and opulence, the dining hall adorned with lavish decor that exuded an air of grandeur. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate artwork, adding to the aura of refined sophistication.Lina gracefully took her seat beside Gibson, the polished wooden chair providing a comfortable respite. As her parents and siblings settled across from them, the table exuded a sense of unity and togetherness, an intimate gathering of loved ones.The dinner table itself was a masterpiece of fine craftsmanship. A pristine, embroidered tablecloth cascaded down, draping the surface with intricate patterns and delicate lacework. The silver cutlery gleamed under the gentle candlelight, a testament to the meticulous attention to detail.As the food was served, a symphony of flavors and aromas filled the air. Exquisite dishes adorned the table, meti
As the dinner drew to a close, an air of cautious peace settled over the room, attributed to Gibson's discernment in sidestepping any potential conflicts with Lina's parents. Their collective restraint had ensured that the evening had not devolved into a quarrel, preserving the harmony that had prevailed throughout the meal.Lina's father, mindful of Gibson's presence, acknowledged his role as a guest within their abode. With a hint of authority, he addressed Gibson, his words tinged with a subtle reminder of expectations. "The servants will take care of you properly while you are here. Please just make sure you remain law-abiding and don't spoil anything in the house," he declared, his voice carrying an undercurrent of caution.Gibson, though internally stung by the implication that he needed such reminders, summoned his composure and chose to respond with grace. His calm demeanor masked the insult that had momentarily pricked his pride. With measured restraint, he replied, "I have h