As Eric and Emily made their way to the breakfast cafe inside the hotel, they were greeted by the hustle and bustle of a movie crew setting up nearby. Excited murmurs filled the air as people gathered around to catch a glimpse of the popular actors and actresses on set.Among the crowd, Claudia Michaelson stood out, her presence commanding attention as she prepared to take on her role as the main lead of the movie. But as Claudia glanced over towards the cafe, her attention was drawn to a sight that filled her with a mix of frustration and jealousy."What's this? Eric and Emily Walter... together? How dare they enjoy themselves while I'm here working so hard!" Claudia was dumming.Her eyes narrowed as she watched Eric and Emily, their laughter and smiles seemingly mocking her from afar. She couldn't understand how Eric, someone she considered beneath her, could find happiness with someone like Emily."This can't be happening. Eric doesn't deserve to be happy, especially not with he
Confusion and wonder l churned within Eric as Emily stormed away, her hurt and anger evident in the air. Claudia's revelation about their past marriage had been the cause of it all.Leaving him dealing with a lot of indescribable emotions. Does Emily have feelings for me? he pondered, his already filled with uncertainty.With confusion still stirring within him, Eric made his way out of the hotel, because he had plans for himself in that late morning.Could it be that Emily was starting to admire him beyond friendship? Why was she hurt? He was only a fake boyfriend to her. A fake boyfriend who had done the most to protect her.Upon reaching the golf gathering, Eric made a conscious decision to shed his Mr. Radcliffe persona, opting instead to blend in as common Eric. However, his poor outfit and down to earth aura made him stood opposite the opposite of the extravagance that surrounded him.Only the elites were gathered there and he wasn't even invited. His outfit made him stand o
As Eric basked in the astonished silence of the crowd after his perfect shot, a shadow fell over him. It was Silas Deane, a prominent man known for his skill on the golf course, stepped forward, his eyes glinting with jealousy and contempt."You got lucky with that shot," Silas sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "But let's see if you can keep it up. I challenge you to a game of golf. Winner stays, loser eats grass like an animal. And we know who looks like the animal here."Eric's jaw clenched at the insult, but boldness burned in his eyes. "You're on," he replied, his voice firm and unwavering.The crowd murmured with anticipation as Eric and Silas squared off on the green, the tension between them was thick in the air."I'll enjoy watching you make a fool of yourself," Silas taunted, his confidence fueled by the cheers of the onlookers.A smirk tugged at Eric's lips as he raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that," he retorted, his tone laced with quiet determination.With the
As more challengers stepped forward, eager to test their luck against Eric, the air was filled with anticipation. Each opponent sought to prove their superiority, but one by one, they fell to Eric's expert strokes and unshakable focus. It was as if Eric had been playing golf for years, effortlessly outmaneuvering his them with each swing of the club.Amidst the murmurs of admiration and awe, some of the guests began to take notice of Eric's remarkable talent. "Have you been playing golf for a long time?" they asked, their curiosity piqued by his exceptional skill.Eric simply shook his head with a modest smile. "Just using my instincts," he replied, his tone casual yet confident.With his shoulders held high, Eric approached Mr. Greg Johansson, Calvin's elder brother, the man who wanted Calvin dead and gone.It was Eric who had gone there in the favor of Calvin."I know about your father's intentions," Eric began, his voice low yet steady. "He wants to pass the company over to Calv
The roar of the plane's engines filled the air as it taxied to a stop on the tarmac. The door opened, and a a man emerged, tall and imposing, clad in a crisp military uniform. General Alexander Hargraves had arrived.Waiting at the airport entrance was Mason, his elder brother. As he watched Alexander descend the stairs, flanked by a group of equally powerful-looking men, Mason couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was his half brother his brother who had gone into the military, because Mason ensured his father didn't give Alexander any part of the company.As Alexander approached, Mason hopped out of his car and approached him with a grin. "Good to see you, Alex," he said with a mocking salute, his tone laced with sarcasm. He couldn't resist a chuckle at the sight of his brother's stern expression.Alexander's jaw clenched at the familiar nickname, his gaze hardening as he looked at Mason. Despite being only two years younger, Mason had always treated him with disdai
With a deadly glare and jaw clenched tight, Alexander Hargraves strode forward, his large and intimidating body was enough to cause fear.The head of the Walter family recoiled slightly, his eyes wide with fear as he beheld the furious general."Who... who are you?" Mr. Walter stammered, his voice barely a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.Alexander's lip curled in disdain as he locked eyes with Mr. Walter, his gaze ablaze with fury. "So you're Mr. Walter, the man who conspired with Radcliffe to put my father in jail," he snarled, his words dripping with venom.The Walter family stood frozen in stunned silence, their eyes darting between Alexander and the jeD of their family, utter disbelief on their faces.Mr. Walter blinked in confusion, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he protested weakly, his voice trembling with fear.But before Mr. Walter could utter another word, Alexander's fist shot out like l
As Eric and Emily rushed into the hospital, the tense atmosphere greeted them like a heavy fog. Emily's family huddled together, their faces filled with worry and sorrow."Why did you bring him here?" Emily's mother's voice trembled with anguish as she looked accusingly at Eric, her eyes red and swollen from tears.Emily's brows furrowed in confusion as she turned to her mother."What do you mean? Eric has been helpful to me," she protested, her voice containing frustration.But her mother shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she spoke. "You shouldn't have brought Eric here. He's incapable of doing anything. We need someone as powerful as Mr. Radcliffe to fight for us," she sobbed, her words accompanied by heart-wrenching sobs.Eric's jaw tightened at the mention of Mr. Radcliffe, his gaze flickering with concern and understanding. Emily's mother's words were like a dagger to his heart, a reminder of his own limitations as Eric, in the eyes of those around him. When in
As Eric remained in the ward, the weight of the mysterious ring on his finger felt heavier than ever, urging him to take action. However, Mia's presence posed a potential obstacle, one that required careful handling.Feeling a subtle tug at his shoelace, Eric's attention was drawn to the ring's influence on his shoes. It deliberately undid his shoelace.At this, an idea popped in his mind and so he approached Mia, maintaining a neutral expression."Hey, Mia, could you do me a favor?" Eric asked, his voice laced with feigned discomfort.Mia, unaware of Eric's true intentions, nodded quickly. "Sure, Eric. What do you need?""My back's been acting up from standing for so long. Think you could help me tie my shoelace?" Eric requested, masking his urgency with a strained smile.Without hesitation, Mia leaned down to attend to his shoelace, her focus solely on it.As Eric extended his hand toward Mr. Walter, intending to use the mysterious power of his ring to aid the unconscious man, the su