Leander finally went to meet Camila, who had been waiting for him. He saw the frustration in her eyes. With concern on his face, he asked softly, “Am I late?” Letting out a nervous sigh and a deep smirk, Camila said, her lips pursed in dissatisfaction, “You knew you were late. Ahh, I’ve been here for the past thirty minutes” “My apologies. I don't have a watch or a phone, which is why I was late,” Leander muttered, a warm look in his eyes. However, he was still skeptical. Was this truly the same Camila who had insulted him for being poor and chosen a rich campus playboy over him? The one who had called him a loser? Memories flooded Leander’s mind, causing him pain and filling him with anger. Despite feeling humiliated and on a suicide mission, he ultimately chose to hear what Camila had to say after reflecting on it. “Oh… no problem. Honestly, I don't dispute that,” Camila responded, her voice trailing off with confidence. She raised her head, searching for the right words. “Ca
Deep in thought, Leander was puzzled over Camila's words, questioning if there might be a hidden motive behind her sudden visit. Could she simply be probing for details about his wealth for Rex, or was there more to it? “This is ridiculous!” Leander thought to himself. *** Leander, smirking, joined his father for dinner. Entering the dining room, his eyes darted around, taking in the opulent surroundings. Soft light bathed the golden candlesticks and tableware in a warm glow, and the chandelier sparkled like stars above. The mahogany dining table, adorned with intricate gold filigree, commanded attention. Leander sank into the plush gold-upholstered chair, eager for the meal ahead. The table beckoned with trays of succulent turkey, its aroma mingling with fresh herbs and creamy mashed potatoes. Crusty artisan breads, soft rolls, and vibrant salads created a feast for the eyes. Dessert options ranged from rich chocolate tortes to delicate fruit tarts, catering to all tastes. Cry
The long-awaited wedding day of Daxton and Sophia had finally arrived. Excitement buzzed in the air as guests flooded the venue. From the lavish decorations to the impeccable service, every aspect of the event displayed opulence. In fact, the Goldstein family had spared no effort to create a celebration reflecting their power and status.Royal guards, in crisp formal uniforms adorned with badges and insignias, stood like statues throughout the hall. Delegates from King Alexander IV, the ruler of the kingdom, were accompanied by escorts, enhancing the event's formidable aura. The unease and anticipation in the regal chamber were palpable. Surrounded by the grand party, Leander’s eyes roamed the elegantly decorated hall. The memory of his parents' impending marriage brought back the same disbelief he had felt before. "Could it really be true?" he muttered, shaking his head. There was no denying it now; his parents were uniting.Leander walked confidently towards the stage where a popul
The air remained tense as Rex stood firm on his words. But then, the royal guards loomed nearby, a silent threat palpable. However, Leander remained unfazed and showed no sign of readiness for submission. Rex's ultimate desire was for Leander to kneel before him, no matter what it took. "You can never be a leader because you don't even know the responsibility it carries. Why should I kneel for no reason?" Leander's frustration bubbled over, his words flowing like a rapid stream. The onlookers gasped at his confidence. And suddenly, a young lady shot up from her seat, her eyes ablaze with impatience. Instead of putting an end to the clash, she fueled the rift: "Rex, can't you hear the disrespect in his tone? This man should be held accountable for his words." Rex sighed softly, noticing the displeasure clouding the woman's face. With unwavering composure, he spoke, “I know what I’m doing. Don't worry; I will surely show him the consequences of his actions.” Rex's smirk deepened
"Dammit! They've frozen my bank account," Leander exclaimed, his fists clenched in frustration. "Is it really that serious? Why would they freeze your account if you weren't involved?" Sophia's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Uh, we need a lawyer to fight this," she suggested, a deep concern creeping into her voice. She pushed her hair back and reached for her phone, fingers trembling slightly. As she dialed the lawyer's number, doubt gnawed at her. Could Leander be capable of such a crime? Were there secrets he was hiding? "Leander, you need to prove to me you're not tied up in this fraud mess. Just hiring a lawyer won't cut it if there is more behind the scene." Doubt and worry filled the room as Sophia laid down her terms. At her words, Leander felt a chill run down his back. Clearing his throat nervously, he started, "I understand how hard it is for you to trust me right now but I've come clean. Rex and his group singled me out, assuming my poor lifestyle would make me an eas
However, Leander took his eyes off him nervously and still couldn't process what he was trying to figure out. Rather than struggling, he maintained his composure. Moving closer to the Rolls-Royces, Leander stood just a breath away from two striking models: the classic Phantom and the exclusive $420,000 Ghost Prism, a limited edition celebrating Rolls-Royce's 120th anniversary. Running his hand over the glossy exterior, he was captivated by its elegance. "Which of these cars catches your eye, master? The Ghost Prism seems to have drawn your attention," Jeeves, specific, requested as he noticed that Leander doesn't look ready to select. "Mm-hmm, yeah... The Ghost Prism," Leander rushed his words, his gaze examining other cars nearby. Ambling forward hastily, he circled the custom-made Rolls-Royce, scrutinizing every inch. Letting out a breath of relief, he asked eagerly, "Where's the key fob for this car?” Jeeves sucked in a sharp breath and shot Leander a quizzical look. Disr
Racing through the city's skyline, Leander finally arrived at Brianna's residence. However, he was shocked to find Brianna in his rearview mirror, standing at the entrance of the opulent mansion. She was dressed in a chic outfit with stylish sunglasses perched on her face.Sighing nervously, Leander tapped the brake and lowered the tinted windows. Until Leander waved frantically, Brianna had no idea what was going on.Stepping closer, she squinted to identify him. Seeing Leander in a limited version Rolls-Royce car model struck her with awe, hands covering her mouth. “Wow!” She was so excited.Leander winked, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Are you off somewhere, dear?"Brianna exhaled and said, "Um, my friend had a crash and has been hospitalized since yesterday, so I wanna go visit her, but my driver isn't here""Do you need a ride? Trust me, I will perform better than your driver," Leander replied with sarcasm. With a smile forming on her face, Brianna nodded, “Ah, I’m sure y
Arriving at the bustling hospital, Leander however pulled up. He and Brianna both exited the car and briskly made their way toward the hospital ward.Walking down the corridor, they were approached by a man in a pristine white lab coat, his face holding a hint of nervousness, "Your Excellency, how may I help you. Who are you looking for?" he queried. The honorific used by the doctor shows Brianna is widely recognized as a former royal member and high-profile individual.Brianna, caught off guard, moved ahead. "Okay, we are searching for a patient who gets by the name Ms. Walker. I heard she was brought in yesterday," she inquired in a hushed voice."Excuse me, ma'am, I’m sorry to ask. How do you know her? Please, it is just for safety," Brianna and Leander were caught off guard by the doctor’s unexpected question, as it seemed out of place for him to ask someone of noble heritage, not even a stranger.Arching her eyebrows in disapproval, Brianna let out a long breath and taunted sharp