Mr. Rhinold sighed, shaking his head slightly. “It's someone you underestimated and disrespected," he said cryptically. "He's not someone you can just push around."Benson's mind raced back to the earlier confrontation. The realization hit him hard. "Gabriel?" he muttered, almost to himself. "But he was just—""He's a man of significant influence, more than you could imagine," Mr. Rhinold cut in sharply, though not wanting to admit it was Gabriel. "You should have known better, Benson. Your actions have consequences."Desperation crept into Benson's voice. "Please, Mr. Rhinold, I can fix this. Let me talk to him. I will apologize and make amends. Just give me a chance."Mr. Rhinold gave him a long, measured look. "It's too late, Benson. The decision is final. Learn from this and be more careful about whom you choose to cross in the future."With that, Mr. Rhinold entered his car and drove away, leaving Benson standing there, a mixture of disbelief and regret etched on his face. The we
Fredrick took an entire day to muster the courage to tell his father about Gabriel's offer. When he finally did, his father's face turned crimson with rage. "You did what?" his father shouted, his hand trembling with the urge to strike Fredrick. "You told me you hadn't offended anyone important!""I didn't know, Dad," Fredrick stammered. "I had no idea Gabriel was such a big shot. I still can't believe it."His father stared at him in disbelief. "How could you be so blind? Gabriel, a big person? What nonsense is this?"Fredrick sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "Actually he's the CEO of Baigh Group. Though maybe he was assigned to take over the company and now he's using that power to get back at me. But... I think he has even greater connections than we realize."His father's eyes blazed with fury. "And you just agreed to sell the company for 10 million? A company worth hundreds of millions?""I tried, Dad," Fredrick replied, his voice strained. "I really did. But Gabri
With the transaction completed, Gabriel wasted no time in getting to work. He immediately began the process of rebuilding the company, wasting no time in putting his plans into action. Fredrick and his father watched in amazement as Gabriel effortlessly took charge and set the wheels in motion for the company's revival.As they stood there, stunned by Gabriel's swift actions, Fredrick's father couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, there was relief that the sale had been completed without any hiccups. On the other hand, there was a sense of resignation as they watched Gabriel take control of what was once their family's legacy.But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, there was also a glimmer of hope. With Gabriel at the helm, there was a chance for the company to rise from the ashes and thrive once again.Meanwhile, Camella and Samantha arrived at the meeting with the project's cooperation partner, Mr. Drake, who greeted them warmly (he was actually from Brock's family).
Enraged by Samantha's defiance, Mr. Drake tightened his grip on her jaw, his eyes blazing with anger. "You interfering fool! You had the audacity to spit on me? That's the last thing you'll ever do with that mouth," he snarled, before delivering a brutal punch to her face.Samantha reeled from the blow, but her spirit remained unbroken. "You think you can intimidate me? You won't do anything to me," she spat back, her voice steady despite the pain.Mr. Drake smirked, his expression a twisted mix of amusement and menace. "You could have saved yourself, lady. Instead, you chose to protect Camella. Such foolishness."Samantha's mind raced, but she had no regrets. "I'd do it again," she declared, her eyes flashing with determination.Mr. Drake's smirk faded into a snarl. He grabbed her hair roughly, yanking her head back. "You've got a rotten nose for poking into matters that don't concern you. Now, I'm going to smash that nose."Samantha panted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she
As he approached the hotel, Gabriel's eyes scanned the area, assessing the situation. He parked a few blocks away to avoid drawing attention and made his way to the entrance, his posture radiating an intimidating aura. The Rollers Family would soon learn what it meant to cross him. His mind was a cold, calculating machine as he approached the hotel's front entrance, every step a promise of retribution.Meanwhile, outside the hotel at the rear end, Camella stood frozen, her heart pounding as one of Drake's guards approached her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and she gulped, casting a quick, desperate glance at her phone, now tightly gripped in his hand. Snatching it back seemed impossible.The guard smirked, clearly enjoying her fear. "You can't hurt me," Camella said, trying to inject confidence into her voice. She hoped that being outside the hotel regardless of the place meant she had a chance to escape.The guard chuckled darkly. "It's going to take an angel to save you no
As Gabriel stepped outside, the fresh air hit him, and he saw Camella and Samantha waiting by his car, their faces a mix of relief and worry."Let's go home," he said, his voice softening as he approached them.They got into the car, and Gabriel drove away from the hotel, the young night air cool and calming. Silence filled the car, a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped.After a few minutes, Samantha spoke up, her voice barely a whisper, "Can we stop by a pharmacy? I think I need some painkillers."Gabriel nodded and pulled into the nearest pharmacy. He went inside, quickly gathering painkillers, antiseptics, and bandages. When he returned, he handed the bag to Camella, who was sitting in the back seat with Samantha.As they continued their drive, Camella carefully tended to Samantha's wounds, cleaning and dressing them with gentle hands. She glanced at Gabriel in the rearview mirror, their eyes meeting briefly in silent understanding."Thank you, Samantha," Camella said
Reaching his car, Camella couldn't stop herself. She threw her arms around Gabriel and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Gabriel recklessly savored her lips, pouring all his relief and love into the moment.After a moment, they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. "Thank you for being there," Camella whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You saved me."Gabriel gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, no matter what."She looked at him with amazement. "How did you manage to arrive at the perfect time?"He chuckled softly. "I drove like a mad dog."Her brow furrowed in concern. "What if you had an accident? You need to be more careful!" she scolded him lightly, her worry evident.Gabriel's expression softened. "My lovely wife and the great mother of our wonderful daughter matter more to me than my life. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you."Camella's eyes welled up with tears, but she smiled.
As Walter concluded his grandiose claims about the painting, Mr. Norberg and the other antique experts listened intently, their expressions impassive. All eyes in the room were now fixed on their group, awaiting Mr. Norberg's expert opinion.After a moment of contemplation, Mr. Norberg stepped forward, his demeanor composed yet authoritative. "Thank you, Walter, for your enthusiastic presentation," he began, his voice carrying across the room. "Now, let's see what the experts have to say."With practiced precision, Mr. Norberg and his team of antique experts began their assessment of the painting. They scrutinized every detail, examining the brocade and evaluating the artistic merit of the piece.After what seemed like an eternity of meticulous examination, Mr. Norberg finally spoke, his tone measured yet definitive. "While the brocade of the painting is undoubtedly exquisite," he announced, "the overall artistic level falls short of expectations. I would estimate its value to be aroun