Seeing how the silly couple who had spited him and talked down on him a moment ago was now praising him, Gabriel understood why. He decided to set the record straight."Just to clarify," Gabriel began with a calm smile, "I know the manager, but we don’t have a close relationship. He just respects his customers."Kiara and Francis visibly relaxed, the relief washing over their faces. They assumed that Gabriel had no significant background after all."Oh, I see," Kiara said, her demeanor shifting like a chameleon. She started throwing light jabs at Gabriel again, her tone once more condescending. "Well, it's good to have connections, even if they're not very deep."Francis's attitude changed as well, though his interest in Camella only grew. He subtly flirted with her, finding her extremely gorgeous, while making sure Kiara didn't catch on. "Camella, you must be the reason Gabriel manages to stay so composed," Francis said with a charming smile. "You have a certain elegance about you."
After the dinner, Gabriel and Camella were heading home in an Uber. Camella snuggled into Gabriel's arms, her smile radiant against the backdrop of the city lights. In a whisper, she asked, "Why didn't you say much to put Kiara and Francis in their place when they were throwing jabs at you?"Gabriel shrugged. "It was a waste of time," he replied nonchalantly.Camella frowned slightly and whispered, "You’re a millionaire now, with 100 million dollars in your bank account. You shouldn't let people ride you."Gabriel looked at her, his expression softening. "No one can ride me, Camella," he assured her. "But let's keep the money a secret for now."She nodded. "It will be best that way," she agreed.Gabriel stared at her, captivated by her beauty and the love shining in her eyes. "Thank you for standing by me," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude.Camella smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Always," she whispered.Gabriel appreciated her support more than words could express. He pulle
Meanwhile, Fredrick's family company teetered on the edge of closure, its reputation devastated by Don Makul's ruthless tactics. Fredrick sat in the family house, facing the wrath of his furious parents."You must have crossed someone powerful to bring this disaster upon us!" his father thundered, his face flushed with anger.Fredrick, pale and desperate, shook his head. "I haven't wronged anyone, Father. I swear!"His mother, eyes red from crying, wailed in the background. “The company investors are pulling out, and our partners are abandoning us! We're ruined!"His father’s eyes bore into him, unrelenting. "This mess didn’t come out of nowhere. You’ve always been reckless. Who did you anger this time?"Fredrick's mind raced, and suddenly, he remembered Gabriel's threat. A chill ran down his spine. "It might be Gabriel," he muttered, barely audible."What did you say?" his father snapped, stepping closer.Fredrick swallowed hard, muttering to himself. "I think Gabriel might be behind
Gabriel was comfortably seated in his plush, private, secret office in Baigh Group, scanning the room after Andrei had left. The general manager had arranged the office for him, ensuring it would remain undiscovered by anyone else in the company.The general manager smiled, "Just as you requested, I've made the office small but cozy. How do you like it?"Gabriel glanced around, appreciating the understated elegance. "It's good," he replied indirectly, giving a nod of approval.Just then, his phone rang. It was Don Makul. "I've done what you assigned, Master Gabriel. Fredrick's family company is now diminished."Gabriel smiled, a knowing look crossing his face. "That could explain why Fredrick wants to see me," he thought silently. Don Makul continued, "I also wanted to apologize for the incident at the supermarket the other time.""It's fine," Gabriel replied curtly and hung up.Turning his attention back to the general manager, he asked, "What is the update regarding the company?"T
The general manager called for the meeting and quickly returned to Gabriel's office. "The meeting is set, Mr. Gabriel," he informed. Gabriel nodded, put on his disguise, and followed Mr. Whitmore to the conference room.As they entered, the department heads stood and greeted him warmly. Gabriel took his seat, feeling the weight of their admiration. Ms. Dawson, head of marketing, was the first to speak. "Mr. Wells, I want to personally thank you for increasing our salaries. It has made a significant difference for all of us."Mr. Lang, head of finance, chimed in, "Absolutely. Your commitment to our welfare has boosted morale across the company. We promise to work even harder."Gabriel smiled humbly. "Thank you all. I'm glad to hear that the changes have had a positive impact."The general manager nodded approvingly. "Now, Mr. Wells has some important news to share with you all."Gabriel stood and addressed the room. "I’m pleased to announce that I am the owner of Greenovation Gardens.
Andrei, who had been waiting in the foyer for Gabriel to finish the meeting, approached Fredrick outside Baigh Group. He looked at Fredrick's disheveled state and smirked. "You look like hell," Andrei remarked. "What happened, big boy? Life not treating you well?"Fredrick clenched his fists, struggling to control his anger. "Who are you and what do you want?""Are you waiting for Gabriel?" Andrei asked, eyes narrowing."Yes, I need to talk to him," Fredrick replied curtly.Andrei pulled out a pocket knife, flipping it open with a menacing grin. "Well, before you see my master, you need to sacrifice something."Fredrick's eyes widened in fear. "Are you serious?"Andrei feigned annoyance. "Your thumb will do."Fredrick backed up, hands trembling. "Please, don't. I beg you."Andrei chuckled, closing the knife. "Relax, I'm just pulling your leg." His expression turned stern again. "Follow me."Fredrick, still shaken, followed Andrei through the building. They entered Gabriel's office, wh
As Fredrick held the door knob, a sinister thought crossed his mind. He turned back and approached Gabriel’s desk, a new resolve in his eyes. "I will sell the company to you," he said, his voice steady. "But the price is $150 million."Gabriel didn't flinch. "I will give you $10 million," he responded coldly, leaving no room for negotiation.Fredrick was astounded. "But $10 million is a fraction of its value!" he protested.Gabriel leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "Well, your company is in ruins, Fredrick. You have no leverage here. Take the $10 million or leave with nothing."Fredrick knew deep down that Gabriel was right. He couldn't make the decision alone, though. "I... I need to discuss this with my father," he stammered, feeling defeated."Do what you must," Gabriel replied, dismissing him with a wave. "But remember, this offer won't stand forever."Silently reprimanding himself for ever messing with Gabriel, Fredrick left the office, his mind in turmoil. As the door closed be
Kiara and her boyfriend, Francis, stood in a corner of the hall, their expressions sour as they watched Gabriel and Camella make their grand entrance. The couple drew the room's attention, their presence radiating confidence and elegance. Kiara couldn't hide her bitterness."Look at them," she seethed. "Gabriel and his perfect wife, stealing the spotlight."Francis, however, barely listened. His gaze was fixed on Camella, who looked absolutely stunning in her emerald green gown. He was mesmerized by her elegance and poise."Francis, are you even listening to me?" Kiara snapped, noticing his distraction."Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm listening," he replied, quickly tearing his eyes away from Camella. "I was just...checking out how different Gabriel looks."Kiara followed his gaze, tracing it back to Camella. Her eyes narrowed. "You're not looking at Camella, are you?" she accused.Francis shook his head, feigning innocence. "No, really, I was just noticing how much Gabriel changed. That suit, it