Walking into the room, Camella took off her shoes and heard her phone beep. Thinking it was a message from work about a new issue, she mumbled, "What now?" But when she took out her phone and checked, her jaw dropped. She counted the figures in her account balance and almost screamed. "Nine... ninety million?"She quickly came downstairs, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. "Gabriel, what’s going on? Where did this money come from?"Gabriel was about to explain, but she cut him off frantically. "Did you borrow money from some loan sharks just to appease me?""No, Camella, it’s not like that," Gabriel tried to say."Then why do you keep doing these unexpected things?" she yelled, frustration and fear in her voice.Gabriel stepped closer, gently holding her arms. "I did nothing wrong," he said firmly.Camella, trying to calm down, asked, "Then how did you get the 90 million back when you lost it at the gambling?"Gabriel took a deep breath. "I intentionally lost the money to m
A thought crossed Gabriel's mind, and wanting to mess with her a little, he broke the kiss and gasped. "Wait, what about our daughter?"Camella froze, panic flashing in her eyes as she looked behind him, thinking their daughter was around. Gabriel laughed heartily. "I'm just kidding, Camella."She blinked, her eyes still wide with fear. "Gabriel, you scared me!"He reminded her gently, "Remember, you had Aliyah take our daughter to spend the night at her family's house?"She gasped, realizing her lapse. "Oh, right. I completely forgot." She hit his shoulder playfully. "That wasn't funny."He smirked. "Well, maybe you should remember next time."She rolled her eyes, her panic subsiding into a mixture of relief and embarrassment. "I can't help it when I'm severely intoxicated with you."He caressed her cheeks, then her lips, whispering, "Neither can I." Camella slipped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met again, the kiss deepening with every second. She moan
Gabriel shook his head, smiling. "Don't underestimate yourself, Mike. You have what it takes."He patted Mike's arm as a sign of a job well done, feeling a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his investments and the people he trusted were flourishing.Mike nodded, his smile widening. "Thanks, Gabriel. I will do my best. Though, I don't think anyone would want to make me that big around this city.”Gabriel lifted an eyebrow, slightly taken aback. “Why?"Mike shrugged. "I don't seem to stand a chance. You're the only one who gave me a chance and gave my life meaning again. I feel blessed to have come across you again after college."Gabriel patted him on the shoulder. "Don't think so highly of me. I'm just a mere human. But considering a bigger opportunity to become the national retail king in the future, I've got you covered."Mike was momentarily stunned, then stared at Gabriel in confusion. "What are you planning?"Gabriel smiled warmly and began to explain, "I have a plan to own a c
The third woman, waving a hairdryer with frayed wires, added, "I bought this hairdryer last month, and it already stopped working! What kind of products are you selling here?"Mikel and Gabriel exchanged glances, sensing the urgency to address the complaints.Mike stepped forward, ready to handle the situation. “Madams, I’m very sorry to hear about your experiences. Let us go inside, and we will sort this out right away.”But the women refused and started causing a scene. The commotion grew rapidly, the elderly women continued to voice their grievances loudly, attracting more onlookers and exacerbating the situation. Gabriel, trying to defuse the tension, stepped forward and addressed the crowd calmly.“Ma'ams, please understand that we take customer satisfaction very seriously," Gabriel began, his voice projecting over the murmurs in the crowd. "We will investigate these issues thoroughly and make things right for everyone affected."A few young people who had made up the crowd seiz
Inside his office, Gabriel leaned against his desk, deep in thought. "Mike, have we had any other incidents like this since I placed you in charge and you took over?"Mike shook his head. "No, this is the first time. Everything has been smooth until today."Gabriel frowned. "It's too coincidental. The timing, the orchestrated outcry... Someone wanted to cause trouble."Mike nodded in agreement. "I will start looking into who might benefit from tarnishing your reputation and that of this supermarket. Maybe someone connected to the previous owner?"Gabriel rubbed his temples, trying to piece together the puzzle. "Possibly. Keep me updated on what you find. I will also look into it from my end."Mike got curious and a bit confused. “What do you mean by you would look into it from your own end?”Gabriel waved “I know how to get informations and you shouldn't worry much about it.”Mike nodded thoughtfully, adjusting his stance as he processed Gabriel's words. "I understand. You've got your
Don Makul's curiosity was piqued. "What's happening, Master Gabriel?"Gabriel quickly briefed him on the situation with the elderly women and the orchestrated scene outside the supermarket. "I suspect foul play, Don Makul. Get here as soon as you can."Don Makul's tone grew serious. "I will be there shortly, Master Gabriel. You can count on me.""Good," Gabriel said, ending the call. He turned to Mike, a determined look in his eyes. "Let's see what Don Makul can uncover. I won't let anyone tarnish what I've built here."Mike nodded in agreement, his respect for Gabriel evident in his expression. "I'm sure Don Makul will handle it. He's quite resourceful. I've heard some things about him."Gabriel returned the nod, his mind already formulating strategies. He appreciated Mike's trust in Don Makul's abilities, knowing that having capable allies was crucial in times of trouble.Recalling Gabriel's earlier mention of confronting Brock's family on his behalf, Mike felt a surge of gratitude
For several consecutive days, Gabriel's supermarket faced a series of troubling incidents. Every morning, Mike would report to Gabriel about new issues that had cropped up overnight.One morning, Mike called Gabriel early. "Gabriel, we have a problem again."Gabriel sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "What is it this time, Mike?""Someone broke into the storage room and damaged a lot of our stock. It looks like deliberate sabotage," Mike explained, frustration evident in his voice.Gabriel rubbed his temples. "I'm on my way."Arriving at the supermarket, Gabriel surveyed the damage. Shelves were overturned, and products lay scattered across the floor. Customers who had come early were turned away by the mess, grumbling about the supermarket's decline."We can't keep letting this happen," Gabriel said, turning to Mike. "It's affecting our business and our reputation."Mike nodded, his expression grim. "I agree. I’ve already called Don Makul. He’s on his way to investigate fur
Inside, the air was thick with tension. Gabriel's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he saw a man sitting tied to a chair in the center of the room. The man looked up, his eyes filled with fear.Gabriel recognized him after a long stare and muttered, "Dax."Don Makul asked, "You know him?"Gabriel nodded, "I clearly do. He's one of Vincent Morgan's subordinates."Don Makul frowned and said, "Dax told me they were hired by some low-level gang to cause trouble, but he didn’t mention Vincent Morgan's name."Gabriel, not believing what Dax had said earlier to Don Makul, glared at Dax, who avoided his gaze. "Who are you working for?" Gabriel demanded, stepping closer.Dax shuddered but remained silent.Gabriel's patience was wearing thin. "I won't ask again."Dax finally spoke, his voice dripping with anxiety. "You know him. He’s powerful and..."Gabriel cut in curtly, "Certainly your boss, Vincent Morgan. Right?"Dax said nothing, quivering but gently nodding, acknowledging Vincent Morga