As soon as Hannah, Ava, and Dave arrived at the Cents' Sports Club and made their way through the entrance, heads turned, conversations paused, and all eyes focused on Hannah and Ava.
Their beauty was undeniable and captivating! Ava's dark, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, perfectly complementing her emerald green dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Meanwhile, Hannah's fair complexion and delicate features were also accentuated by a flowing lavender gown that made her look like she had stepped out of a fairy tale. Dave was dressed in simple attire—a plain shirt and trousers that marked him as a commoner in the eyes of the club’s elite, so no one seemed to notice him. However, Dave wasn't perturbed. Some of the young men, dressed in their finest attire, were captivated by Hannah and Ava's ethereal beauty. One of the men, Clark, who had been pursuing Ava for some time, approached her. "Ava, you look absolutely stunning. You're simply irresistible," he remarked with a charming smile. Ava, accustomed to such attention but uninterested in Clark's advances nodded and offered a faint smile in response, searching for Jerry amongst those involved in the game. Clark was undeterred so he leaned in slightly with a more intimate tone, "You look incredibly sexy today, Ava." However, Ava remained nonchalant with her gaze drifting away as if uninterested in Clark's compliments. When Clark noticed her lack of response, he persisted, hoping to capture her attention. Almost immediately, his eyes shifted to Dave who stood calmly beside Ava. Upon seeing Dave, Clark gave him a condescending look, especially when he noticed Dave's simple attire. Clark believed that Dave was probably Ava's bodyguard because he couldn't be Ava's boyfriend, after all. To attract Ava's attention, he asked, "I hope this guy isn't your boyfriend. I mean, look at him. It's obvious he's not from our world." Ava felt a bit embarrassed, but Hannah quickly added, sarcastically. "He's her boyfriend. So what about that?" "What?" Clark looked on in disappointment. How could this lowlife be Ava's boyfriend? Was she blind to even go out with someone like this? This was ridiculous! Nevertheless, Clark decided to try his luck. "You know, Ava, if you gave me a chance, I would take care of you. Unlike him," he nodded towards Dave, "I can tell he's not capable of providing for a beauty like you." Ava, maintaining her composure, replied nonchalantly, "Thank you, Clark. I'm not interested." Then she turned towards the field, searching for Jerry with her eyes. Jerry was an imposing figure with broad shoulders and chiseled chest which gave him a statuesque appearance, while his strong, sinewy arms were a testament to his athletic prowess. No doubt, Jerry's handsome features were striking and well-defined. Meanwhile, in the central area of the club where the noble competition was taking place, all eyes were fixed on the intense match between Jerry and his opponent. As the match reached a critical point, the tension was palpable. Jerry's precision and agility were on full display as he executed a series of impressive shots, earning enthusiastic applause from the crowd. The young ladies, in particular, were captivated by his prowess and their cheers rang out in support of their favourite player. "Go, Jerry!" one of the girls shouted with her voice filled with excitement. "He's amazing!" another exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. Hannah and Ava joined in the applause as they exchanged knowing glances, appreciating the skill and dedication Jerry displayed on the court. The match continued with Jerry gaining a decisive edge over his opponent. Each point he won was met with louder cheers and more fervent applause. The crowd's energy was infectious, and even those who had been indifferent at the start found themselves drawn into the excitement. As the final point was played, Jerry delivered a powerful serve that his opponent struggled to return. The ball sailed past, landing just inside the baseline. The umpire called, "Game, set, match!" and his call was drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Jerry, smiling broadly, raised his racket in triumph and acknowledged the applause with a gracious wave with his eyes scanning the crowd. The girls continued to cheer with their admiration evident on their faces. Ava turned to Hannah with her eyes sparkling with excitement. "He's incredible, isn't he?" Hannah nodded, equally impressed. "Absolutely! It's no wonder everyone is so taken with him." Jerry made his way through the crowd, approaching Ava, Hannah, Dave, and the group of people gathered around them. He was greeted with enthusiastic congratulations and admiring glances from the young women who had been watching him intently throughout the match. "Ava, Hannah!" Jerry called out with his voice filled with the excitement of victory. "I'm glad you could make it." With her eyes sparkling with amusement, Ava stepped forward to give Jerry a congratulatory hug. "You were amazing out there, Jerry," she said, her admiration clear. Hannah smiled warmly at Jerry with her eyes reflecting genuine appreciation for his skill. "Congratulations, Jerry. That was an incredible performance." As Jerry basked in their praise, his gaze shifted to Dave, who stood quietly beside Ava. Seeing Dave, his expression changed from one of joy to one of confusion and slight irritation. "Who’s this?" he asked with a frown creasing his handsome features. Hannah responded before Ava could speak. "Oh, that's Dave," she said with a sneer. "Ava's husband. He’s a lowlife and cheap guy with no money or background," She laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the jibe. Ava shot Hannah a reproachful look, but Jerry's attention remained fixed on Dave. Jealousy flickered in his eyes, but he forced a polite smile. "Is that so?" he said with a strained tone. "Nice to meet you, Dave." Dave extended his hand with a calm, composed demeanour. "Nice to meet you too, Jerry," he replied, unfazed by the insult.Jerry's blood continued to boil in indignation at the sight of Dave.How could someone like Ava, his dream goddess, be married to a commoner? It was a humiliation he could hardly bear!In Jerry's mind, Dave was not just unworthy of Ava; he was unworthy of being his rival. The mere thought of competing with someone like Dave filled Jerry with disdain. He decided he needed to put Dave in his place and teach him a lesson about where he truly belonged!With confidence, Jerry faced Dave with his voice dripping with condescension. "Hey, Dave. Why don't you join me in the noble sports competition today? Let's see how much of a man you are."Dave looked at Jerry expressionless, "I'm not interested, Jerry," he replied casually.Jerry's eyes narrowed. He was not accustomed to being dismissed so easily. "What’s the matter, Dave? Afraid you can’t keep up? Afraid you'll embarrass yourself?" He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a mocking whisper. "Or maybe you just know that you're not
Upon hearing Jerry's remarks, the crowd burst into laughter. Jerry's smug smile widened as he soaked in the attention, feeling victorious, even before the competition had begun. He had every reason to believe that Dave would crumble under the pressure."Come on, Dave! Prove you’re not just a waste of space!" someone shouted from the crowd."Yeah, Dave, show us what you’ve got, if you’ve got anything at all!" another person added.Dave, however, was not someone that could be easily pushed around or manipulated. He gave Jerry a cold look."Hey, man, if you’re so eager to make a fool of yourself, then I’ll grant your wish. I’ll compete with you. And when I win, everyone will see who the real fool is."The crowd fell silent for a moment, shocked by Dave's retort. Then the laughter resumed, louder and more boisterous than before. Jerry's eyes narrowed with his smile fading into a tight-lipped grimace."How could a loser like you even talk of winning? I'm sure you've never played sport
Despite the lack of evidence, the murmurs of cheating and deceit continued to circulate among the members of the club. For many of them, it was easier to doubt Dave's character than to accept that someone from a humble background like his, could defeat Jerry so effortlessly! Jerry, who had been seething with anger and embarrassment, now found a twisted sense of relief in the crowd’s continued mockery of Dave. The accusations of cheating provided him with a convenient escape from the humiliation of his loss. As long as they continued to mock Dave, his pride remained somewhat intact! "Did you see how he played?" another club member whispered to another. "No way someone like that jerk could beat Jerry without some kind of trickery." "I know, right? It just doesn't add up," the other replied. "Jerry is one of the best. That guy must have done something sneaky." Jerry, overhearing these comments, felt a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth. Though he had no proof
Ava, who had been glaring at Dave with obvious disdain, turned her attention to Jerry. "What is it, Jerry?" Jerry's smile widened, sensing an opportunity to regain control of the situation. "I heard from my Uncle that Carl Mullen, the head of the Kevton Chamber of Commerce is hosting a banquet tonight. I know you've been working hard to help your family's business, Dexters' Associates, join the chamber. This could be your chance, you know?" Ava's eyes lit up with interest. "Really? Carl Mullen is in town?" "Yes," Jerry confirmed. "I thought you might want to attend the banquet. I can introduce you to him and pave the way for Dexters' Associates to gain access to the Kevton Chamber of Commerce. Don't you think it's going to be a great opportunity?" The mention of such a prestigious event immediately captured Ava's full attention, and she momentarily forgot her disdain for Dave. "That would be amazing, Jerry. Thank you for thinking of me." Jerry's eyes glea
Jerry's face froze with a flicker of disbelief crossing his features. "What are you talking about, loser? I got the information directly from my uncle." "Well, your uncle must have missed the latest update," Dave replied calmly. Jerry burst into laughter as he turned to Dave with a sneer. "You know what, fool, it's pretty bold of you to claim the banquet is cancelled. Do you even know who Carl Mullen is?" He laughed once again with a condescending tone lacing his words. "Someone like you probably doesn't even know what a banquet is, let alone anything about its status." Dave remained composed, unfazed by Jerry's mockery. He took another sip of his drink and met Jerry's gaze steadily, silently enjoying Jerry's naive pride. "You shouldn't envy my connections and background, jerk. It's not something someone like you could ever understand," Jerry continued. "But, if you really want to attend the banquet, I suppose I could reluctantly take you along. You know, just to bro
Almost immediately, the call ended. Everyone's gazes shifted to Dave, surprised at his prediction. Most of them involuntarily speculated that Dave might be a big shot who was only disguising as a commoner. Otherwise, it made no sense how he could assert so confidently that there was no banquet that evening. Ava, who had initially dismissed Dave's claims, now found herself in a swirl of conflicting emotions. How was Dave informed that the banquet had been cancelled? She rationalized that he must have overheard the news from somewhere. Despite her belief, the regret of missing out on the banquet gnawed at her. It was a missed opportunity for her to enter the renowned chamber of commerce which was a crucial step for her family's business. Jerry, who had been so confident in his assertions, was now filled with uncertainty as he tried to process the unexpected turn of events. His confidence was shaken. Just then, Hannah broke the silence with a loud, mocking laugh.
"Master," Carl's voice was urgent, "my daughter's condition has suddenly worsened. "I've made all the arrangements, and she is ready to receive treatment at any time. I can't wait to receive you, sir." "Don't worry, I'll be with you shortly," Dave assured, and then he turned to Ava. "I need to leave. It's urgent." Ava believed that Dave was leaving because he could no longer bear the mockery after being exposed for his supposed boasting. Therefore, she didn't stop him or ask why he was going. Although, they just obtained their marriage certificate that day, making them legally married, she still had no feelings for Dave! Even though they had done what a couple should do, but the reality of their relationship was far from romantic! As Dave moved towards the exit, Ava caught up with him. "Before you go, I need to make something clear." Dave turned to face her with a calm expression. "What is it, Ava?" "Don't dare come home tonight," she replied harshly. "
However, Emily's expression quickly turned to one of disgust when she noticed Dave. He didn't look like a professional. He was simply dressed in a plain shirt and trousers, with no stethoscope or medical kit to signify that he was a medical practitioner. "Did this jerk miss his way or what?" She thought as she looked Dave up and down with her lip curling in disdain. "Who is this?" she finally demanded, turning to the butler. "And why did you allow him in?" The butler, trying to maintain his composure, replied, "Madam, this is Master Collins, the recommended doctor by Master Mullen..." Before the butler could finish the introduction, Emily interrupted with her voice dripping with scorn. "No doubt, you have made a mistake by bringing in the wrong person! How could you even mistake the real doctor for this... this piece of trash?" She waved her hand dismissively in Dave's direction. "Madam, I assure you, Master Collins is the doctor who Master Mullen invited. Maste
"Hannah, you’ve always been quick to jump to the wrong conclusions. Ava is truly unfortunate to have you as a friend."At this moment, Ava became more angry at Dave.She had expected him to apologize to Jerry and even thank him for helping them. But here he was showing no sense of remorse.To her, it was beyond embarrassing—especially in front of Jerry, who had saved them from a dire situation.“Dave, your behavior is insufferable,” she said sharply, turning to face him. “You don’t realize how much embarrassment you’ve caused. Do you think we can’t see through your lies and your desperate need to prove yourself?”Dave's expression remained indifferent. He seemed unfazed by her accusations.Without hesitation, he turned to face Ava, standing beside Gerald and Hannah."You all are blind and ignorant,” he replied calmly."You’re praising the wrong person while being deceived. But that’s none of my business, is it? Fools will always pay their dues to liars.”Ava’s face flushed with anger
Jerry blinked, clearly surprised. He had never met the casino manager before, so how could the man speak of him as someone important he didn't want to offend? Even his family had no ties to the underground world."Your presence alone was enough to scare them off. How influential!" Gerald exclaimed.The room buzzed with murmurs as the rest of the family considered Gerald’s theory. It made sense, in a way. Jerry was well-known in high society, and his family’s influence was undeniable. If anyone could have caused the casino manager to retreat, it would be someone like him.Jerry, realizing that everyone was now looking at him expectantly, decided to roll with it. He chuckled, patting his chest in mock humility. “Well,” he said with a grin, "That was the least I could do. Ava and I are good friends, after all, and if my presence helped her and her family, I'm glad I could be of help."Hannah, standing next to Jerry, smiled and placed a hand on his arm. “That’s so like you, Jerry.
Gerald was just about to cry out to Jerry to help him, but before Gerald could say a word, the casino manager spoke up. Steeling himself, the manager gave a subtle but respectful nod toward Dave before addressing the room. “Listen everyone,” the manager began, his tone now composed and businesslike, though there was a slight tremor in his voice. “I’ve just realized something important. It appears that this family is hosting a very distinguished guest.” “Given this, I must apologize for any disturbance we’ve caused. Rest assured, Gerald’s debt is hereby cleared in full.” It turned out that just a couple of days ago, the manager had seen the photo of Dave in his boss's office. Although his boss hadn't explained Dave's identity, since he wasn't qualified to know too much either, had sternly warned his subordinates not to offend the person in the photo under any circumstances, or even God wouldn't be able to save them! The casino manager never expected to meet the person
Dave’s firm words seemed to hang in the air. The Dexters stood frozen, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. Joyce was the first to break the silence, her expression twisted in anger. She pointed a trembling finger at Dave. “Are you insane?” she hissed. “What kind of fool are you to provoke someone like that? Do you want to destroy this family?” Greg stepped forward, his voice low and trembling with suppressed rage. “You think this is a game, don’t you? That casino manager isn’t someone you mess with. You’ve just made things worse for all of us.” Ava, though still processing the chaos of the situation, turned her fiery gaze to Dave. “This is exactly why I didn’t want you involved in my affairs,” she snapped. “You’re reckless and useless, and now you’ve jeopardized us all with your foolish words!” But Dave, far from being intimidated or cowed by their anger, smirked and crossed his arms. He turned his attention to Gerald, who was standing in a corn
The tension in the room was palpable as the underground casino manager leaned against the doorframe, his cold, calculating eyes scanning the family like a predator sizing up its prey. His men stood behind him, arms crossed and faces hardened, creating an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to crush the very air in the villa. "One billion dollars," the manager repeated menacingly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Pay up!" "Or we'll take Gerald and teach him a lesson he won't forget. Maybe a few broken limbs will remind him not to mess with us." Gerald, whose legs had already been trembling, now fell to his knees, his face pale as a ghost. He turned to his parents, his voice quivering as he pleaded, "Mom, Dad, please! You can't let them take me! Do something!" Joyce clutched her chest, her breathing ragged. Greg was visibly shaken, his eyes darting around the room. The manager smirked, clearly enjoying their desperation. "You have two options: pay the full amount
The atmosphere in the villa was suffocating as tension and fear loomed over the Dexter family. Ava stood frozen, her frustration bubbling dangerously close to tears. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she glared at her brother, who stood awkwardly amidst the chaos he had caused. Gerald’s pale face betrayed his fear, but his attempts to maintain a mask of bravado only worsened Ava’s frustration. "Unbelievable," Ava hissed, her voice shaking. "You’ve done nothing but embarrass this family, Gerald. Do you even understand the gravity of what you’ve done?" Greg and Joyce were equally distraught, and Greg paced back and forth, muttering curses under his breath. Joyce also wrung her hands together as tears welled in her eyes. “How could you do this, Gerald?” Joyce finally blurted, her voice a mix of anger and anguish. “Do you have any idea what you’ve risked?" "Do you realize what could happen to this family if Gordon decides to disinher
Dave watched the scene unfold with a bemused expression. He could see the anger simmering beneath Gerald’s forced apology, but he didn’t care. “Apology accepted,” he said casually, waving his hand as if dismissing the entire matter. Gerald’s eyes blazed with fury at Dave’s dismissive tone, but he held his tongue. He couldn’t afford to cross Gordon, not now! But the humiliation was like a fire in his chest, and he could feel his anger festering. Just then, Ava appeared, walking back into the yard after finishing some errands. She noticed the tension in the air immediately and stopped in her tracks, taking in the scene: her brother, seething with anger, Dave standing calm and unbothered, and Gordon looking exasperated. She rolled her eyes, a deep sigh escaping her lips. “What now?” Ava asked, exasperated as she walked past them toward the dining area. The servants were busy setting up the tableware and arranging the lavish dishes for lunch. Ava barely managed t
Joyce, still seething, quickly nodded in agreement. “I think we should call Gerald back home. He’ll know how to handle that arrogant bastard! He'll put him in his place.” Gerald was their son, and they knew what he was capable of. Greg wasted no time in reaching for his phone. Within minutes, he had made the call, and Gerald promised to return as soon as possible. It wasn’t long before the front door opened, and he stepped inside. He was a tall and athletic man in his late twenties. His parents wasted no time. They explained how Dave had manipulated and exploited Ava, siphoning off a staggering 1.2 million dollars! "Gerald, we need you to handle this," Greg said. "You’ve got to get that money back. That scoundrel needs to be taught a lesson!" Gerald cracked his knuckles and gave a reassuring nod. "Don't worry, Dad," he said, his tone laced with a sinister edge. "I'll make sure the bastard regrets ever messing with Ava." By now, it was almost lunchtime.
Meanwhile, Joyce, who had gone to the kitchen earlier, stepped into the living room and saw Dave still standing there. She folded her arms, glaring at him with a smirk. “You know, loser,” she began, her voice laced with disdain, “you’re like a toad lusting after a swan." "Do you really think someone like you has any chance with a priceless jewel like my daughter?" "It's truly pathetic. You should just walk away while you still can." "Dave kept a blank expression. Joyce continued, her voice growing colder. “My ideal son-in-law is someone like Jerry, Ava's friend. He’s successful, wealthy, and comes from a respectable family. He’s everything you’re not. So, do yourself a favour and stop this ridiculous charade! You’re out of your league!” Before Dave could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Greg, Ava’s father, entered the living room, his presence commanding immediate attention. He had come back into the living room to have lunch whe