Anna entered the house, pushing the door open with an air of confidence. Jia, the housekeeper, appeared at the entrance, greeting her politely. "Welcome, Ms. Anna."Anna frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You should've locked the door, Jia," she scolded lightly.Jia, looking a bit flustered, apologized immediately. "I'm sorry, Ms. Anna." She took Anna's luggage, her brow furrowing as she studied Anna’s face. "Are you okay, Ms. Anna?"Anna gave her a sharp look. "Don’t I look okay?"Jia hesitated, then spoke gently, "You look a bit pale."Anna opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a sudden wave of nausea hit her. Her stomach twisted, and she bolted toward the nearby room, barely making it to the bathroom. Jia stood frozen in shock, unsure whether to follow her or stay put. Moments later, Anna emerged, dabbing the back of her hand against her mouth. She looked weak, her face paler than before. Jia rushed toward her again."Are you okay, Ms. Anna?" Jia asked, her voice
Camella took a step closer to Gabriel, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How long have you been standing there?" Gabriel asked with a slight smile on his face.She shrugged, moving even closer. "Long enough to see you're planning something big."Gabriel raised an eyebrow, a playful expression on his face. "You know me, always thinking ahead."Camella smiled softly but couldn't hide the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "I hope whatever you're planning works out.""It will," Gabriel replied confidently. "It always does."Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt as though everything around them disappeared. There was a brief silence between them before Camella spoke again."Are you really going to build a mall?" she asked, her voice almost hesitant.Gabriel nodded. "You heard that.""Yeah," Camella replied. "But it would require a lot of funds, you know.""I know," he said, his tone calm and collected. "I'll handle it. I need to build that mall so I can reinstate my old staff from th
Barry took a step closer, eyeing Vincent, who stood with a grimace. The air between them was heavy, filled with tension. "How are things going for Gabriel?" Vincent asked, his voice low, almost daring Barry to give him bad news."He's excelling again," Barry said, his tone a mixture of surprise and reluctance. "He wants to build a mall. The biggest one in the country, from what I've heard."Vincent's eyes widened in disbelief. His face twisted in irritation. "Really? After I made that supermarket of his vanish? I’m sure he lost a fortune from that, yet here he is, planning a whole multipurpose mall?" He scoffed, the bitterness in his voice unmistakable.Barry nodded, his expression serious. "Rumors are swirling that the minister met with him to honor him. Gabriel’s definitely a low-key zillionaire."Vincent's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "I hate that he's hiding that fact," he muttered, pacing back and forth. "I’ll ruin him. I’ll reduce him to nothing."Barry watched hi
Gabriel was leaving the site at 6:30 PM when he saw Camella pull up in front of him. She stepped out of the car, her face lighting up as she walked over and kissed him on the cheek."How’s everything going, hubby?" she asked, her voice warm."Fine, my darling," Gabriel replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. "How was your day?""Pff, tiring as always," she sighed dramatically, "But I decided to drop by and see if I’d be lucky enough to catch you. I want us to go home together."He smiled, appreciating the thoughtfulness. "That’s so sweet of you, but…" He paused, glancing behind him nervously. "I need to go somewhere now.""For what?" Camella raised an eyebrow, her smile fading slightly."For a dinner meeting," Gabriel said quickly."With who?" she asked, curiosity creeping into her voice.Gabriel hesitated. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he knew she wouldn't like the fact that he was going to Anna's house. "Just… a business partner," he offered, a half-truth slipping from his
The next morning, Gabriel stirred, groaning softly as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt groggy, his head heavy. As he turned to his side, his heart sank. There, next to him, was Anna, lying beneath the duvet, her bare shoulder exposed. His breath caught in his throat.Anna blinked awake, feigning surprise as she looked at Gabriel. "Gabriel... what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with fake confusion.Gabriel stared at her, his mind racing. "What… what’s going on?" he asked, dread rising in his chest.Anna glanced down at her body, pulling the duvet tighter around herself as if only now realizing her state. She gasped, her eyes wide with feigned shock. "We… we did it," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.Gabriel’s eyes darted around the room, seeing his clothes scattered across the floor. His heart raced as he turned back to Anna. "What do you mean…?"Anna nodded, biting her lip. "We had sex last night, Gabriel."He stared at her in disbelief, struggling to comprehend w
Camella returned to her office after a team meeting, her mind buzzing with the tasks she needed to accomplish for the day. But as she stepped inside, she froze in surprise. Her usually plain office was now decorated with colorful balloons and flowers, with a few cards neatly placed on her desk. She blinked, taking in the sight, wondering who had gone through the trouble of decorating the space.Her eyes darted around, scanning every corner of the room. That’s when Gabriel stepped out from the shadowed corner near the bookshelf. He held up a handful of small, pastel-colored apology postcards, each with handwritten notes. “Surprise!” he said, a playful grin on his face.Camella sighed and walked over to her desk, placing her files down with a thud. Gabriel, sensing her feigned annoyance, followed her. "Why are you here, Gabriel?" she asked, not looking at him. "And why have you turned my office into a..." she gestured at the decorations, "a birthday party venue?"Gabriel smiled, undete
The manager led Gabriel to the conference room, Andrei tagging along. There, Gabriel sat at the head of the table, confused by the news the manager just delivered. "We've lost three of our top influential partners, and our stock is depreciating because of that," the manager said, his tone serious."What?" Gabriel leaned forward. "How did that happen?"The manager glanced down at his papers before responding. "The other day, I suggested you meet the partners. We'd postponed the meeting three times already, and it was crucial, but you refused."Gabriel furrowed his brow. "Me? When did I say that?"Before the manager could respond, Andrei, standing silently by Gabriel's side, tapped him on the shoulder. He leaned in and whispered, "He's right. But it wasn't you. It was Jarod. He spoke rudely to the manager and the partners."Gabriel's stomach sank as he processed the information. His hands clenched into fists under the table. Jarod’s behavior had been reckless, and now the entire company
Gabriel entered the office with the manager at his side, and they were greeted by the stoic expression of Mr. Fangs. His face, consistently severe and unreadable, was set in stone as they approached. He didn’t bother with formalities; instead, he asked curtly, “Why are you here?”The manager cleared his throat nervously. “Um, Mr. Fangs, this is Mr—”“I’m Gabriel,” Gabriel interrupted, stepping forward with confidence. “A representative of Baigh Group.”The manager blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden change in the introduction. He had been prepared to present Gabriel as the owner of Baigh Group.Mr. Fangs looked Gabriel over with a disdainful glance, his lips curling slightly. “I thought as much,” he said dismissively. “I’ve been hearing about this Mr. Wells for some time now, but I’m yet to see him. Mr. Simon said he encountered a young man who was claimed to be him, and he was disrespected.”Gabriel kept his expression calm, knowing this would be difficult. “Mr. Wells