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 necessary for success.
And now, here he was, attempting to portray himself as a hero.
Gibson desperately wanted to clarify his intentions, but Jonah's next move prevented him from doing so.
“Cynthia, I’m willing to…”
“My father!”
Jonah yelled out without warning as he interrupted him and reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"I'll just call my father," he said dismissively, "he'll be able to solve everything."
Jonah boasted like he was going to be her knight in shining armor by coming to her rescue whereas, deep down, he knew it was just a waste of time.
As Gibson stood there, he observed Jonah fumbling for his phone and dialing a number.
For Cynthia, it was as if time slowed down and the world around her faded into a blur, leaving only the sound of Jonah's fingers tapping on the screen and the faint ringing tone of the phone.
Gibson knew deep down that this phone call was just a waste of time but he just kept calm as usual.
Meanwhile, Cynthia's eyes darted between Jonah and the phone, her gaze pleading with him to make the call a successful one.
She silently prayed that the person on the other end of the line would be able to help her in her time of need.
Meanwhile, Jonah made sure he was far away from their ears before making the call.
He just needed to give them the impression he was going to help but he knew it was not going to work out.
"Hello Dad, you are going to do something for me," he spoke into the phone.
“And what is that son?” His father asked.
"Talk to the Fernandez family and get Cynthia back on their business partners list?" he replied, his voice cracking without emotion.
Cynthia exchanged a worried glance with him, knowing that this was a critical moment.
She held her breath, struggling to listen intently to every word Jonah spoke, hoping that his father would be able to assist them.
Despite the tension in the air, all that could be heard was the sound of Jonah's voice as he continued to talk with his father on the phone.
Cynthia strained her ears, desperate to hear any word that might offer her a glimmer of hope.
However, the conversation between Jonah and his father remained hushed and inaudible to the anxious duo.
As they stood there in silence, the weight of the situation bearing down on her, she could feel her nerves fraying and her hopes fading.
As Jonah spoke on the phone with his father, he paced back and forth.
He needed to make them see he tried as he knew that his request was a long shot at best.
"What are you talking about son?" his father asked incredulously. "I have no qualification to talk with Fernandez's family and why should I bail out your girlfriend's failing business?" The weight of his father's words made him crack a smile because he expected it.
He had hoped that his father would be a little bit more cheerful, especially since he was not always demanding of his father.
"I can't help you with this. In fact, you sound really crazy. Do you know who the Fernandez family are? They are very influential, and I am not close to the level of influencing their choices," his father said before abruptly hanging up, leaving Jonah with the burden of masking such embarrassment.
He had boasted excessively before his phone conversation, and now he was feeling a little bit uneasy about it.
He didn’t really care about Cynthia and her business.
All he wanted was to be sleeping with her.
Cynthia, noticing his unease, approached him and asked if everything was okay, but Jonah, not wanting to lose face in front of his friends Gibson and Lina, decided to lie and said that everything was fine.
“I’ve called my dad and told him. There is a lot of hope,” he said smiling.
However, deep down, Jonah knew that he couldn't continue to rely on Cynthia. He had been witness to the slow decline of her business, which was on the brink of collapse, and he couldn't bear to watch her struggle anymore.
As he mulled over his next move, Cynthia's phone rang, and Jonah watched as her expression shifted from sadness to happiness.
"What? I became your business partner again?" Cynthia exclaimed, her voice ringing with excitement.
Jonah couldn't believe it. Cynthia's company had been given a second chance, and he felt a glimmer of hope that maybe things could work out between them after all.
"That's great news, Cynthia," he said with a warm smile, his heart feeling lighter. "I'm genuinely happy for you." He added as he wondered how that happened.
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
The manager's eyes widened, fear coursing through his veins as he mustered the courage to speak. "Who... who are you?" His voice quivered with apprehension, his hands trembling involuntarily.Gibson, wearing a mischievous grin, leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No need to be afraid, my dear manager. You won't be losing your job," he reassured, his voice laced with a comforting tone.A wave of relief washed over the manager, visible in the way his tense shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He had dodged a bullet and learned his lesson well, feeling grateful for the lifeline he had been thrown.Meanwhile, President Adams, his expression etched with remorse, stood before Gibson, his gaze filled with genuine regret. "I deeply apologize for what transpired," he uttered, his voice carrying a heavy weight of guilt.Gibson, his humility shining through, simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture. "No need for apologies, Mr. President. It's
Israel sat down, his brow furrowed in confusion as he mulled over whether he should accept the tempting offer before him. "Should I really take the money?" he pondered aloud, his voice filled with uncertainty.As he weighed the pros and cons, vivid images of the consequences played out in his mind. He saw himself living a life of luxury, free from financial worries, but at the cost of compromising his values and integrity. Deep down, he knew that money wasn't worth sacrificing his principles."No," Israel finally declared firmly, his conviction overpowering the lingering temptation. "I won't let greed cloud my judgment. There are things more important than wealth."Gibson, who had been observing Israel's internal struggle from a distance, smiled knowingly. Understanding the battle Israel had just fought within himself, he approached and placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "We would still get to talk again, Israel," Gibson said with admiration in his voice. "You might ha
Cynthia took a long sip of the exquisite whiskey, her face flushing with a mixture of excitement and alcohol. Jonah, sitting beside her, had already indulged in three bottles of the finest wines, his laughter echoing throughout the VIP section. The waitstaff couldn't help but beam with delight as they observed the two friends immersed in their own world of merriment.As the night wore on, a group of strippers, enticed by the jovial atmosphere, joined Cynthia and Jonah at their table. Cynthia, now teetering on the edge of drunkenness, couldn't hide her disinterest. Slurring her words slightly, she managed to express her desire for privacy."I-I just want us to have some space," Cynthia mumbled, her speech slightly slurred. "These lovely ladies, they're... they're very kind, but we need a moment alone."Jonah, barely able to contain his laughter, chimed in, "Yeah, give us a breather, ladies! We'll catch up with you in a bit!"The strippers, understanding Cynthia's wish, graciously excus
Israel, Jonah's father, found himself drowning in a sea of debts, the consequence of his reckless spending habits. His company, once thriving, now teetered on the brink of bankruptcy. Frustration and regret gnawed at him, clouding his judgment and leaving him vulnerable to the mounting pressures of his financial turmoil.Back at the club, Jonah's desperation escalated as each call to his father went unanswered. He couldn't comprehend why his pleas for help fell on deaf ears. Fear coursed through his veins as he paced the dimly lit VIP section, his mind racing with worries and what-ifs."Come on, Dad, please pick up," Jonah muttered anxiously, his voice laced with desperation as he dialed his father's number once again.But the phone continued to ring, echoing through the empty spaces of his hopes and dreams. No response, only an agonizing silence that deepened his sense of abandonment."He's not answering. What am I going to do?" Jonah whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mix