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
Later that night, Camella sat beside Gabriel, her eyes clouded with concern. "Gabriel, lately, Baigh Group hasn't been doing well. Three major partners ended their relationship with us," she began, her voice tight with worry.Gabriel feigned surprise, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" he said casually as if he hadn’t heard the news.Camella frowned, not buying his reaction. "Yes. Rumours have been circulating that Mr. Wells refused to meet them on three separate occasions. And when he finally saw Mr. Jones, he spoke to him in a way that wasn’t... professional. I don’t think Mr. Wells would do something like that, though."Gabriel gave a small shrug. "Right?"Camella nodded, her brows knitting together. "I mean, I don’t know Mr Wells personally, but his reputation doesn’t suggest that kind of behaviour. He's supposed to be... reliable. Kind of like you, you know?"Gabriel let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, you think so? Funny, because when I said earlier today that I owe the company, you didn
Mr. Fangs cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. The room was thick with anticipation. "Gentlemen," he began, "I've reviewed both proposals. Both are strong, and I can see the benefits from each of your companies." He paused, glancing at Gabriel and Huckins, measuring their reactions. Huckins, already confident, began to rise from his seat, a small smile on his lips. It was clear he thought he had this in the bag. "However," Mr. Fangs continued, "I've decided to go with Baigh Group’s proposal." The room went silent for a beat, the air heavy with shock. Mr. Jones's eyes widened, disbelief clouding his features. Huckins, halfway to extending his hand, froze. "What?" he blurted out, his smile vanishing. "This must be a mistake, Mr. Fangs," Huckins added, regaining his composure. "Our proposal was far more comprehensive and cost-effective. Surely you'd reconsider?" Mr. Fangs shook his head, his expression firm but calm. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Huckins, but Baigh Gr
Tamara's hands trembled as she stared at the photos, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, in the images, was Gabriel—sleeping and holding hands with Anna. Some of the pictures showed them together, almost naked on the bed, with Anna smiling intimately as she kissed him. Others captured Gabriel's arm wrapped around her waist, while she was on top of him, both of them looking flushed and heated. "What…?" Tamara whispered, her voice barely audible. "This… Camella can't see these. It will cause a disaster for her and Gabriel."Tamara quickly gathered the photos, her heart racing. She picked up the box, ready to dispose of them, when she heard distinct footsteps approaching. Camella's voice echoed through the hall. "Tamara, did you get something from me?"Tamara froze, her breath hitching. She exhaled deeply, trying to compose herself. Forcing a smile, she turned, but in her haste, the box slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. Camella’s eyes darted to the box. "What's t
Gabriel stood there, staring at the closed door, his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to talk to her, to explain everything, but she had shut him out. Suddenly, his phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He fumbled for it, glancing at the caller ID. It was Anna.“Hello, Gabriel,” Anna’s voice cooed through the speaker, casual and almost cheerful.“You… Anna,” he replied, barely containing his anger.She laughed softly. “I love it when you recognize my voice every time… It’s almost as if you’re expecting my call.”“What do you want?” he snapped, his patience wearing thin.“Oh, nothing much. Just calling to check on Camella,” she said with a smirk. “I heard she got my little package. How’s she doing?”Gabriel’s grip tightened on the phone. “How could you do that?” he hissed.“What? I just thought she deserved to know the truth of that night. That you slept with me,” she said, her tone mockingly sweet.“No!” Gabriel shouted, his voice echoing in the room. “I didn’t do that, an
“It’s a fake, right?” Gabriel said, trying to convince himself as much as anyone else. Anna chuckled, tilting her head as if amused.The paper slipped from Camella's grasp, fluttering to the floor. Gabriel quickly picked it up, scanning the result. Tamara stepped up beside him, her eyes narrowing as she read the words that confirmed Anna's pregnancy.“This is impossible,” Gabriel muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.“It’s very possible, Gabriel,” Anna said, her voice firm. “I’m one week pregnant. After that night we spent together, I started feeling off a few days later. I finally went for a checkup yesterday, and it confirmed everything.”The room was still, as if time had frozen. Marie was the first to break the silence, a broad smile spreading across her face. “This is wonderful news! Congratulations, Anna!” She stepped forward, hugging Anna tightly, ignoring the tension from everyone else. “Welcome to the family.”Oliver frowned, clearly disapproving. “Marie, don’t be so ha