Gibson trudged down the deserted street, the cold wind whipping at his face as he struggled to keep his head hung low.
The weight of the divorce was bearing down on him, leaving him feeling dejected and helpless, like a ship lost at sea.
The sadness that had taken over his heart was churning in his stomach, making it hard for him to even take one step at a time.
As he walked, his phone rang, and Gibson glanced at the caller ID, seeing it was a number he didn't recognize. With a heavy sigh, he answered the call, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion.
"Hello?" he said, barely above a whisper.
"Young master, it's President Adams," a deep voice replied, cutting through the silence like a knife.
Gibson was immediately reminded of the immense responsibility that he carried on his shoulders.
He smiled as he heard the respectful title Adams called him. His face lit up as he answered the call.
"Hello, President Adams," Gibson replied.
“Should the new contract be sent to Toluene company?”
The president's question hit Gibson like a ton of bricks, sending a wave of conflicting emotions through his mind. His ex-wife's company, Toluene, was not a name that he wanted to hear.
Memories of their relationship flooded his mind, and he felt his stomach churn at the thought of continuing doing business with her.
Gibson hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he tried to make the right decision. He knew that he had to put his personal feelings aside and do what was best for his company.
With a deep breath, he finally spoke, "Yes, the new contract should be sent to the Toluene Company, but this should be the last contract with them. Please let them know."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before the president responded. "Understood Sir. I will take care of it. Have a good day."
As Gibson ended the call, he let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of his decision settling on his shoulders. He was lost in thought when a sleek car pulled up beside him, its engine purring quietly.
The car's window rolled down, revealing a beautiful girl who leaned out, her long hair blowing in the wind.
Gibson's heart skipped a beat as he was amazed by her stunning beauty.
As Gibson stood some distance away from the car still staring, he was greeted by the young beautiful woman with a bright smile on her face.
She had a radiant aura about her that made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Schwartz?" she asked from inside her car, her voice filled with excitement.
Gibson looked at her, bewildered. His name wasGibson Schwartz so she was right by calling him Mr. Schwartz, but he had never seen her before in his life, so he asked, "Who are you?"
His mind was racing, trying to figure out who this girl was and why she was looking for him.
Without saying a word, the girl suddenly sprang out of the car and dashed towards him. Gibson stood there in shock, wondering what was happening.
Before he could even react, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
“10 years ago, when you were still a teen, you saved me from some gangsters and gave my family 10 thousand dollars. With this money, my family has now became one of the richest families in this city!” She said as she let go of him.
Gibson was taken aback by her sudden affection, but he soon realized who she was. "Lina?" he exclaimed, pulling away from the embrace.
He couldn't believe it had been ten years since he last saw her.
As he gazed at Lina, he could see the transformation that had taken place in her life. She was no longer the timid and frightened girl he had rescued from the gangsters all those years ago.
Instead, she was now a confident and successful businesswoman, radiating with pride and joy.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Gibson felt tears welling up in his eyes. He was proud of Lina and the incredible journey she had taken.
As they caught up on old times, Gibson couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and fulfillment for having played a part in Lina's success.
"It's so good to see you!" Gibson said, smiling.
Lina's eyes glistened with a profound sense of gratitude and admiration as she lifted her gaze towards Gibson.
Her heart overflowed with an overwhelming sense of appreciation that could hardly be contained.
She spoke with a voice filled with sincerity, brimming with a deep sense of appreciation and indebtedness,
"I could never forget what you did for us. Your kindness touched my soul and that of my family in ways that I cannot describe."
Her mind raced with the memories of the past, the sacrifice Gibson made for her and her family.
With a deep sense of obligation, she knew that she had to do something to repay his kindness.
"Please come with me to a business party tonight. Allow me to return the favor. I assure you that it will be worth your while," she pleaded with a look of sincerity etched on her face.
Gibson's chest felt like it was about to burst with warmth as he heard the genuine sincerity in Lina's voice.
Her words had a way of penetrating his heart and evoking intense emotions that he couldn't contain. Despite his misgivings, he couldn't bring himself to refuse her request.
He felt a tinge of uncertainty cloud his mind as he contemplated the idea of going to the party. The thought of being surrounded by strangers made him feel uneasy.
He had always been more of a wallflower, preferring to blend into the background. However, the look on Lina's face made it impossible for him to turn her down.
With a hesitant tone, he voiced his doubts, "I don't know if I'm in the mood for parties, Lina."
But Lina was nothing if not persistent. She begged him to accompany her, her eyes filled with an unspoken plea. "Please, Gibson," she implored. "It's an important event, and I need you there with me."
Gibson took a deep breath, still unsure of what to do. However, the unwavering look in Lina's eyes was enough to sway him.
With a reluctant nod, he relented, knowing that he would regret it if he didn't go.
Before he knew it, he was sitting in Lina's car, staring out of the window as they drove towards the party.
The thoughts in his mind were jumbled, his heart beating faster than usual. He had no idea what to expect,
As they journeyed, Lina regaled him with stories about her family's success, how they had managed to amass wealth and power over the years.
“The party is for our potential business partners and companies all over the country who are looking to partner with us. Lina explained to him as they drove.
Gibson listened attentively, but his mind was now elsewhere. He couldn't help but wonder if his ex-wife's company, Toluene, was one of the potential business partners that Lina's family was looking to partner with.
As they made their way to the party, the atmosphere around them was vibrant and alive. Gibson and Lina were chatting, laughing and discussing. Lina was eager to introduce Gibson to her friends, hoping he would get along with them. But as they got closer to the gate, Gibson's heart sank when he saw Cynthia standing there, arms crossed, with a tall and handsome man by her side.Cynthia's face contorted with anger as she spotted Gibson approaching. "What are you doing here, Gibson?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.Gibson felt his stomach drop, the last thing he wanted was to have a confrontation with his ex-wife. Trying his best to remain calm, he responded, "I was invited by a friend.”Cynthia's eyes narrowed into a fierce glare, and Lina could practically feel the heat emanating from them. The intensity of her stare was suffocating, and Lina could feel her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure.The venom in Cynthia's voice was palpable as she spat ou
Cynthia had been counting down the days to this party, feeling her excitement build with every passing moment. She had always been a massive admirer of the Fernandez family's business prowess and couldn't wait to meet them in person. As she made her way towards the venue, her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her throat. She was nervous, more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life. She tried to shake off her anxiety, telling herself that everything would be fine.But as soon as she entered the party, her fears evaporated like dewdrops in the morning sun. The atmosphere was electric, with the air buzzing with laughter and conversation. Cynthia spotted a group of people gathered in a corner, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized that they were some of the top business moguls in the country. She couldn't believe that she was actually in the same room as them. She could feel her palms becoming clammy, her heart beating faster than ever before.Summ
Cynthia sat slumped at her table, her shoulders drooping, and her head heavy in her hands. The room was silent, except for the sound of her deep, heavy sighs that filled the air. She couldn't believe that everything she had worked so hard for was now falling apart like a house of cards. It felt like her world was collapsing around her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.Cynthia felt a pang of disappointment as she whispered Jonah's name, her voice barely audible as she tried to keep it steady. She felt so overwhelmed that it was hard to keep her emotions in check. She let out another deep sigh and put her head back in her hands, feeling the weight of the situation crush down upon her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, it actually got worse.Cynthia felt a lump form in her throat as she recalled the events of the day. She had been so sure that she was going to win that contract, but instead, she had lost it. She had poured her heart and soul into the
With his eyes locked on Jonah's face, Gibson couldn't help but notice the disdainful sneer that was etched onto Jonah's lips. As Jonah rolled his eyes with contempt, Gibson felt a pang of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. He knew all too well that Jonah held no respect for him, but he refused to let that deter him from helping his ex-wife Cynthia.Feeling the weight of the situation, Gibson took a deep breath before speaking. "Look, I had no idea that you were going to be removed from the business partner list. But I'm more than willing to assist you in any way I can," he said earnestly. Jonah's response was immediate and cutting."Who do you think you are, Gibson?" he spat, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so.Cynthia couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment wash over her.She had always harbored doubts about Gibson's commitment to her business ventures, suspecting that he was more interested in spending her money than putting in the hard work that was nec
Cynthia's heart was filled with an array of emotions as she bowed her head in a gesture of gratitude towards Jonah. The warmth of his kind act was almost too much for her to bear. Her voice trembled as she expressed her sincere thanks to him, "Thank you so much, Jonah," she said, her words quivering with deep emotion. "I honestly don't know what I would have done without your help."Jonah was taken aback by Cynthia's show of gratitude. While he was pleased to be receiving those accolades, he knew deep down that he had nothing to do with how it all came about. Despite this, he tried to brush off her gratitude and responded hesitantly, "Uh, yeah, no problem. I'm glad I could help."Cynthia looked up at Jonah, and her eyes glistened with tears. She was grateful beyond words for Jonah's timely intervention, and she wanted him to know it. "You really came through for me when I needed it the most," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Her words were genuine, and the gratitude she f
Gibson turned to Lina and flashed her a grateful smile. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you today, Lina. I had a lot of fun."Lina returned the smile. "No problem, Gibson. I enjoyed it too. It was great catching up after all these years."“I’d be going away now, goodbye,” Gibson said as he turned started to walk away.“You know it’s already late so you don’t have to go Gibson, you can stay at my place for the night,” Lina pleaded. Gibson paused and turned back to Lina. "No Lina, you’ve already done a lot for me today. I don’t want to burden you anymore. It's getting late, and I have to be going."Lina furrowed her brow in thought. "Hmmm.”Gibson shook his head and waved her goodbye. Lina waved him off with a grin. "Just promise me you'll be safe, okay?"Gibson chuckled. "I will. Thanks again, Lina. Take care."With that, Gibson walked away with his head raised high, feeling the cool calm breeze of the night. Gibson's exhausted feet carried him through the bustling streets of
With an abrupt change in his facial expression, Gibson's countenance appeared to contort into a displeased grimace. His eyebrows furrowed and he fixed an intense glare upon the middle-aged man standing before him, who coincidentally happened to be the designated manager of the establishment. "Pardon me, sir," Gibson interjected in a clear and steady voice, "but based on the information provided to me, I was led to believe that this was an accommodation facility of the utmost caliber, boasting a seven-star rating, if I'm not mistaken. However, given the manner in which you are presently conducting yourself, I find myself compelled to question the validity of that initial assumption." In response to Gibson's measured rebuke, the manager issued him a contemptuous once-over, accompanied by a sneering remark intended to belittle him: "A guest? You appear to resemble more of a beggar than a patron in my estimation."The manager, feeling displeased and agitated, gestured vigorously towar
Gibson hadn't seen President Adams for quite some time, and his face lit up with a genuine smile as he caught sight of the esteemed President approaching him. President Adams, known for his respectful demeanor, made his way over to Gibson, acknowledging who he was and with a hint of remorse in his eyes."I must apologize for everything that just transpired young Master," President Adams sincerely stated, understanding the gravity of the situation. Gibson, although not taken aback by the President's unexpected apology, managed to compose himself and respond."Thank you, Mr. President," Gibson replied with a calm yet disappointed tone. "It's disheartening how people tend to judge solely based on appearances, without getting to know the person behind them."Meanwhile, the onlookers in the reception area were left in a state of shock, witnessing the President's unexpected interaction with Gibson. They had always held a preconceived notion that Gibson was someone to be disregarded, and th