The place was filled with laughter. The old man's expression suddenly turned serious. He dropped his spoon and said, “Young man, how did you meet my daughter?"Bright's expression turned somber. "I first met your daughter when we got into an argument," he began, "but then we ran into each other again at my boss's house. Even though we argued all the time, I started to develop feelings for her. I can't help it - I'm completely smitten with her." He paused, then added, "I hope you can accept me as a potential son-in-law." His tone was hopeful, but he was nervous about the response he would receive.Mrs. Reagan smiled in satisfaction. Her future son-in-law was direct and clear. He was handsome and smart at the same time.Rosca's father was not pleased by Bright's words, and his tone became skeptical. "My daughter has a fiery temper," he said. "When she's angry, she tends to destroy things around her. How do you plan to deal with that?" His eyes narrowed as he studied Bright's face, waiti
Rosca could see the tension in Bright's face, the way he was gripping his fists and his brow was furrowed. "Don't worry," she said gently. "I'll go easy on you." She wasn't trying to patronize him, but she wanted to put him at ease. He looked like a deer in the headlights, and she wanted to reassure him.Bright scoffed, “Do your best. I am not a weakling."Rosca smiled and nodded, "Alright, let's do our best."Bright didn't want to make the first move. He just stood there, frozen in place. Rosca was waiting for him to make a move, but he remained still. She had expected him to come at her with everything he had, but instead, he was standing there, as if he was afraid to start the fight. She was beginning to wonder if he was as confident as he seemed.The grandfather, who was watching, asked in confusion, “Why is he not attacking?”Mr. Rogan's expression was mocking, and he looked down his nose at Bright. There was a clear air of condescension in his voice as he spoke. “Did you think h
Bright felt completely overwhelmed. First, he sparred with Rosca, a woman. Now, he was being asked to face off against his future father-in-law. He turned to Rosca for support, but she avoided his gaze. He looked to her mother for help, but she only shrugged in response. Bright let out a deep sigh, feeling like there was no way out of this situation.Soon, the fight began, and Bright. The old man was the referee. “Don't look down on me because I'm old. I'm stronger than you think. The two men stood face to face, their muscles tense and ready for action. Mr. Regan was the first to make a move, feinting a punch to the left. Bright dodged the blow and returned with a kick to the side. The older man dodged the kick, and the two began to circle each other again. Their movements were slow and deliberate, each one watching the other's every move. The tension in the air was palpable, Rosca and her mother were silent as they watched the match unfold. Even the old man was surprised. The two m
… At Jerome's mansion… Joan sat on the floor, with Baby Ava in front of her. She said she was training her on how to sit down. Baby Ava was attached to Joan more than her mother. The only person who was able to console her every day was Joan. In the opulent halls of Jerome's mansion, Joan sat on the floor with Baby Ava in front of her, gently guiding the infant to sit up straight."Come on, Ava, you can do it," Joan encouraged, her voice soft and soothing.Ava wobbled uncertainty, her chubby hands reaching out for support. With a little assistance from Joan, she managed to balance herself for a few seconds before toppling over with a squeal of delight."Good try, Ava! You'll get it soon," Joan praised, scooping the giggling baby into her arms.Eleanor watched from the doorway, a mix of admiration and jealousy flickering in her eyes. "I wish she'd bond with me like she does with you, Joan," she admitted, her voice tinged with longing.Joan smiled warmly, understanding Emily's struggl
Today was Thursday. Rosca called Eleanor to meet her at the nearest restaurant so she could tell her about the good news. “Hi, my lovely friend," she called her.Eleanor, who heard her friend's tone, chuckled. “Yes, how may I help you?” She feigned anger."Come on, why do you look angry?" Rosca asked."When did you last call your goddaughter? I shouldn't have chosen you as a godmother. You have never bought anything for your goddaughter.”“Oh my dear, I'm sorry. I have been busy recently. I promise to fulfill my duties as a godmother," she said, trying to convince her.“Whatever, why did you call me?" She still feigned anger.“Can you come to the nearest restaurant since your husband wouldn't allow you to go far?"“Is there a problem?"“No, but I have some good news. I have missed our favorite Jollof rice. Can you make it?”"Okay, I've got it," Eleanor said. The two of them chatted for a while longer, until it was time to hang up. As soon as the call ended, Eleanor reached for her pho
Eleanor also became serious, “Okay, tell me what the problem is?""My grandfather wants me and Bright to start attending events together and making engagement plans," Rosca said, her voice full of irritation. She let out a dramatic sigh, as if she couldn't possibly be more put-upon. "It's too much, I tell you!""But he's the perfect match for you!" Eleanor's voice rose in enthusiasm. "You two are made for each other. You have so much in common, and you get along so well! You'd be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this!""But he already has a girlfriend!" Rosca exclaimed. "And besides, he's not exactly the most refined person. He's a bit of a barbarian, if you ask me!"Eleanor clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Tsk tsk, you clearly have no idea what a good man looks like," she said with a hint of disdain. "It's no wonder you're still single! If you can't see how wonderful Bright is, it's no wonder you can't find anyone. I really feel for your poor grandfather. He'll die without an
A lightbulb went off in Jerome's head. "Wait, check Joan's background," he ordered. "If she was truly kidnapped, why would she have removed the bracelet? It doesn't make sense. I think she knows something we don't." Even though her background was already checked, Jerome felt something was wrong somewhere. Bright was taken aback by Jerome's suspicion. "You mean... Joan might have something to do with this?" he asked, a note of skepticism in his voice. "But why would she do that?""We need to know everything we can about her background," Jerome said, his voice urgent. "Let's start by checking where she's from. I'll go to her hometown and see if I can find any clues there.""Alright, boss," they hung up.As Jerome pulled up to the mansion, he spotted Eleanor pacing back and forth in the living room with Rosca sitting on the couch, shaking. When she saw him, she ran to him and collapsed in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "It's my fault," Eleanor wept, her voice cracking. "If only I had
Jerome didn't say anything, instead, he simply sat down on the couch without being invited. The old couple stared at him in confusion and disbelief. "Young man, how may we help you?"Jerome said nothing, instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of photos. He placed them on the table, one by one, without saying a word. Finally, he looked up and said, "Do you know her?"The old couple picked up the photos and looked at them carefully, turning them over and studying them from every angle. "No, we don't know her," they said with a shake of their heads.Jerome was taken aback by their answer. He looked at them, searching for any sign of deceit. "You... don't know her?" he said, his voice heavy with disbelief."We honestly don't know her," the couple insisted, their faces reflecting nothing but sincerity. They seemed completely baffled by Jerome's question.Jerome's eyes narrowed, growing cold and hard. He hadn't expected such an answer. He cleared his throat and asked, "