Camella bristled at the thinly veiled insult, her pride stung by Mark's insinuation. Yet, she remained composed, refusing to allow his provocations to rattle her. "I never said that," she retorted evenly, her gaze unwavering as she met Mark's challenging stare.Mark nodded with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mockery. “So, you think you're capable, but you're belittling our company then?"Camella arched her brow and let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes rolling in response to Mark's provocation."I respectfully disagree," she retorted, her voice unwavering despite the tension in the room. "The Wellington Group is renowned for their stringent negotiating tactics and unwavering stance. Our past attempts to secure deals with them have faced significant challenges."Once again, several heads in the room nodded in agreement, affirming the validity of Camella's arguments. However, Mark remained unconvinced, seizing the opportunity to take a jab at Camella's confidence.“Camella, h
Camella shot Gabriel an icy glare as he approached, her displeasure evident in her tense demeanor. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice laced with thinly veiled frustration.Gabriel shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, his expression sheepish as he struggled to come up with a plausible explanation. "I... uh... I'm here to... uh... recover my unpaid salary from the head of the security department," he stammered, his lie falling flat in the face of Camella's incredulity.Camella's eyes narrowed at his feeble excuse, her patience wearing thin. "That's disappointing," she snapped, her tone laced with disappointment. "You should just forget about it."As Gabriel recoiled at her harsh words, Camella couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at the way their conversation had unfolded. Deep down, she knew that their relationship was strained enough without adding further tension to the mix.His facade of reluctance faltered under Camella's gentle reassurance, his expression softe
Mark's confidence wavered as he felt Gabriel's strength, but he refused to back down. "I know exactly who I'm dealing with," he retorted, trying to maintain his composure. "And I won't let you or your wife get away with anything."Gabriel's grip tightened even further, his eyes narrowed into slits. "You're treading on dangerous ground, Mark," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will repeat myself once and for all. If you dare to touch my wife, you'll regret it."Mark swallowed hard, realizing he had underestimated Gabriel's resolve. With a shaky nod, he pulled away, straightening his collar. "We'll see about that," he muttered.“Okay then. Go on. Keep trying,” Gabriel encouraged, finding it amusing. He felt it was fun to play along with Mark and humiliate him later. Mark chuckled, believing Gabriel was cowering before hastily making his way to the general meeting room. Watching him disappear into the room, Gabriel stood there, his jaw clenched with anger. He knew he had
The General Manager, keenly observing the reactions of most people and sensing the unease in the room, sought to alleviate any discomfort. "Please, everyone," he began, "understand that Mr. Wells values his privacy and prefers not to engage in direct interactions. Hence, the mask."Mark, seizing the opportunity to impress the new shareholder, quickly jumped in. "Absolutely," he affirmed, his tone authoritative. "Let's all respect Mr. Wells' preferences and focus on the agenda."Addressing Gabriel directly, albeit unknowingly, Mark continued, "Mr. Wells, we want you to feel at ease here. If there's anything we can do to accommodate your needs, please don't hesitate to let us know." Gabriel, hidden behind his disguise, simply nodded in acknowledgment, observing the dynamics of the room with keen interest. Despite Mark's attempts to curry favor, Gabriel remained guarded, wary of revealing his true identity just yet.As the General Manager respectfully invited Mr. Wells to address the ro
Mark, feeling the sting of Gabriel's remark, attempted to defend himself. "I've done a lot for this company," he protested, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "That's why the General Manager values my contributions." He glanced at the General Manager. However, before he could continue, the General Manager intervened, his tone firm and commanding. "Let's focus on the matter at hand, shall we?" he interjected, effectively silencing Mark and redirecting the conversation back to the agenda. Mark, left to simmer in his wounded pride, reluctantly complied, knowing that his attempts to impress Mr. Wells had backfired.After the meeting agenda had been completed, Camella approached the General Manager, seeking permission to discuss the task assigned to her by Mark – negotiating a deal with the Wellington Group, a task that seemed daunting and nearly impossible. With the General Manager's consent, she turned to Mr. Wells for advice, explaining the challenges she faced.Mr. Wells listened a
Gabriel arrived at Baigh company with Jessie in tow, both of them wearing bright smiles. "Hey, Camella," he greeted Camella as they met in her office."Hi, Mom!" Jessie exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "Look at all the cool clothes Dad got me!"Camella couldn't help but smile at her daughter's enthusiasm, but she also couldn't ignore the pang of concern in her chest. "They're very nice, sweetheart," she said, examining the clothes. Leaning into Gabriel, she spoke softly, her voice tinged with concern. "Gabriel, you need to be careful not to spoil her with knock-offs," she murmured, her eyes flicking towards Jessie. "We don't want her to become too focused on material things."Gabriel, not one to dwell on small details, simply nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed Camella's advice. "You're right, Camella. I'll make sure to remember that next time," he promised, his voice steady and reassuring.Jessie's excitement remained palpable as she nodded e
Chapter 40Camella's initial shock quickly turned into frustration as she regarded Gabriel with narrowed eyes. "Gabriel, this isn't about bragging. We need to be practical," she lectured, her tone firm.Gabriel's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression earnest as he attempted to explain. "I understand, Camella. But I just want to make this special for your father," he protested, his voice tinged with sincerity.However, Camella's resolve remained steadfast as she shook her head decisively. "We can't afford to splurge like this," she insisted, her tone unwavering.Sighing in resignation, Gabriel nodded in understanding, realizing that Camella was not going to budge on her decision. “We can get something else similar or…”"No, let's go to the antique shop then," Camella acquiesced, her voice tinged with disappointment.Gabriel sensed Camella's disbelief in his ability to afford the expensive cups. Wanting to avoid any tension, he agreed to her suggestion without protest. Together, th
They arrived at an antique shop and they all started looking out for something. As Camella and Jessie browsed through some items with modest price tags, Gabriel's keen eye caught sight of a seemingly ordinary antique tucked away in a corner. With a curious glint in his eyes, he approached it, his interest piqued. The shop owner noticed Gabriel's intrigue and approached him with a polite smile. "Ah, that one catches your eye, sir?" he asked, gesturing toward the antique. Gabriel nodded, examining the piece with a thoughtful expression. "Yes, it does. It seems rather unassuming, but there's something about it that intrigues me." The shop owner nodded knowingly. "Indeed, sir. That piece may look ordinary, but it holds a significant value, both in terms of its history and craftsmanship." Intrigued, Gabriel listened as the shop owner shared the story behind the antique, detailing its origins and the skilled hands that crafted it. Meanwhile, Camella and Jessie wandered over, curious abo