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The Richest Heir CHAPTER 123
"Fine, let's go," he mumbled with a sigh, Caleb turned to leave, his thoughts weighed down by the unsettling situation.As Caleb made his way towards the exit, a voice called out to him, breaking the rhythm of his departure."Mr. King?"He paused, turning to find a man impeccably dressed in a black suit and crisp white shirt. It was Mr. Holland, the manager of The Royal Palm Restaurant. Surprise flickered across Caleb's face."Mr. Holland," he greeted, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion, as to why he stopped him.Mr. Holland approached with a welcoming smile. "Mr. King, it's a pleasant surprise to see you again," he remarked. "Leaving so soon?"Caleb shrugged, a hint of wariness in his voice. "Well, my friend Miss Roberts and I had hoped to dine at your establishment tonight. Unfortunately, it seems there's no availability. And," he added, gesturing towards Miss Roberts beside him, "Miss Roberts was hungry, so we've decided to goto go elsewhere." Caleb's hands found their way
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Mr. Holland studied William, a nagging suspicion crept into his mind. He couldn't recall ever seeing this man before, nor did his profile ring any bells. The absence of familiarity raised red flags, casting doubt on William's claims of membership.As William noticed the suspicious look Mr. Holland was giving him, panic surged within him. Desperate to salvage his facade, he swiftly pulled out his wallet and brandished the membership card he had borrowed from a friend, waving it around in the air."This is my membership card!" William declared, his voice tinged with urgency as he attempted to validate his false identity. In his haste, he failed to realize the folly of his actions.Mr. Holland's expression remained unreadable as he extended his hand towards William. "May I see the card, please?" he requested calmly, his tone betraying none of the turmoil swirling within him.With a nonchalant shrug, William handed over the card to Mr. Holland, a forced smile plastered on his face. Mr
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How on earth am I going to get out of this?' William pondered silently, his mind racing with desperate thoughts.To maintain the illusion of being the wealthy and extravagant King, William borrowed the Royal Palm Restaurant's membership card from a family friend. He spun a tale of being deeply enamored with a girl and wanting to sweep her off her feet on a date she'd never forget. The unsuspecting friend bought into his story without hesitation. Little did the family friend know, that William's true intention was to prolong the facade, all to orchestrate a scenario where Emily would end up alone with him in a hotel room.He thought showing off the membership card would get him a fancy dinner and bring him closer to taking Emily.To finance the expenses, he turned to borrowing money from several friends to secure the deposit for booking the table. With unwavering confidence, he believed that the mere presentation of the membership card would suffice to dissuade the manager from prob
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"I'll pay for the fine," she said firmly, meeting Mr. Holland's gaze. Given that most of the funds in her account originated from King, it seemed like the least she could do.Despite her increasing doubts about William's intentions, there was a small twinge of gratitude towards him lingering within her.As Mr. Holland's eyes moved from Emily to William, a hint of contempt danced across his face. He found William's composed demeanor, allowing his companion to foot the bill, utterly distasteful.Without a word, Mr. Holland turned on his heel and made his way to the receptionist desk, where he swiped the card, processing the hefty $45,000 fine.Returning to the table, he handed the card back to Emily, who accepted it with a somber expression. William let out a sigh of relief, seizing Emily's hand and guiding her hastily towards the exit, eager to put the humiliating ordeal behind them.As they walked, Emily glanced at William, her hesitation palpable before she finally mustered the cour
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You're supposed to be a part of this family, but all you do is disappoint me. Couldn't you bargain with them? Use that tongue of yours for something useful."Sophia felt a pang of hurt at his words but kept her composure. "I did try, okay! But if you think you can do better, then why don't you go and bargain with them, and see if they'll give you a 2.75 million-dollar villa, which by the way was the cheapest villa they had, for one million," she said, her voice steady as she met his gaze head-on."I'd watch my tone if u were you young lady" Arther hissed at Sophia, his voice laced with warning.Her mother, eager to appease her husband, interjected, "I've already given her a piece of my mind, but she's just too stubborn. I think we shouldn't entrust such important matters to her anymore. It's clear that she's had everything handed to her on a silver platter ever since she moved in with us. Despite all that you've done for her, instead of showing appreciation, she's become extremely
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Why would anyone willingly pay the extra 1.75 million just because I liked it? Do you think I'm a fool and will believe this nonsense? I won't be fooled by a fraud like you. Managing director, my foot!" With that, she angrily disconnected the call.Sophia looked up, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon her. However, their stares were not filled with confusion but with anger, evident from the way they frowned at her for abruptly ending the call without listening to the man on the other end.As Sophia glanced down at her phone, Amanda leaned in with curiosity. "Who was it? What were they saying about the villa?" she asked eagerly.Sophia sighed, her frustration evident. "It was someone claiming to be from the showroom sales department," she explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "He said he was the general manager, and the villa I was interested in is suddenly available for one million, with the rest of the 1.75 million being paid by someone else. Can you believe the nerve
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What's going on here? What's with all the whispering?"Just as Sophia was about to confront Amanda about her hurtful words, about Caleb,her cell phone rang out again, interrupting the tense moment.RINGRINGRINGSophia warily picked up the phone without bothering to check the caller ID."Hello?" she answered cautiously."Please, Miss Walters, before you disconnect the call, just hear me out," Mr. Jackson pleaded, his tone urgent.Sophia's frustration boiled over as she interrupted him, her tone sharp and angry. "Listen, Mr. Jackson, I'm not falling for your lame tricks. Do you actually expect me to believe that someone bought a house just because I liked it? Stop calling me, or I'll report this harassment to the police!""Miss Walters, please calm down. There's no need to call the police," Mr. Jackson responded calmly. "I assure you, I'm not lying. Someone did pay the excess amount on the villa. All you need to do is provide the one million dollars, and the house is yours."Sophia's
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"Mr. Jackson has called me to the showroom, specifically to the sales department, where he's waiting to meet me. If he was a fraud, he wouldn't be allowed on the premises, let alone have the audacity to invite me there. So rest assured, mother, I'll read the contract and see from there, since you're oh so worried about the villa."Her words were tinged with sarcasm, a subtle jab at her mother's apparent prioritization of the contract over her safety.As Sophia was putting on her coat, Amanda approached her, her presence slicing through the tense air like a knife."Do you really believe that man is the general manager? And why would anybody want to pay the bulk amount for a villa, especially for you?" she taunted, eyeing Sophia up and down. "It can't be because he's fascinated by you. Besides, he's probably someone Caleb paid to call you and impress you. Maybe he's playing some sick game..." she mused.Sophia let out a heavy sigh, her patience wearing thin. "I won't know until I go,