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Harrold stood tall, his gaze fixed firmly on Caleb, a smug smile playing on his lips. The restaurant buzzed around them, diners stealing glances at the unfolding drama. He adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate ease before addressing Caleb with an air of superiority. "Since you've ruined my girlfriend's dress," Harrold began, his voice carrying a self-assured tone, "I'll give you two options." He paused, enjoying the moment as Caleb raised a skeptical eyebrow in response. "The first option," Harrold continued, his smirk widening with a hint of mockery, "is for you to pay for the dress." He let the suggestion hang in the air, knowing full well that Caleb, from a less affluent background, would likely struggle to come up with the substantial sum. His eyes flickered with anticipation, almost daring Caleb to accept this challenge. Caleb maintained his composure, his expression unreadable as he waited for Harrold to lay out the second option. Harrold's arrogance was palpable, but Ca
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Jake shook his head vigorously, his disbelief evident on his face. "Seriously, mate? That piece of scrap is worth $45,000? I think you've been royally duped. I wouldn't pay $45 for it, let alone forty-five grand!" His tone was incredulous, bordering on comical. He shook his head in disbelief, glancing around as if expecting someone to confirm it was a joke. "I mean seriously,?" Tommy, standing beside him, crossed his arms with a smirk. "Yeah, even if it is worth that much—which I highly doubt—Caleb isn't coughing up for it" Jake nodded vehemently, his expression full of mock seriousness. "Exactly! Just take it to the dry cleaners. They work miracles these days. It'll be as good as new, and we can all move on with our lives. Honestly, you think we're going to fork out that kind of cash for a bit of fabric? Get real. Caleb isn't made of money, and even if he was, there's no way he's shelling out for this." Tommy chimed in again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, besides, I be
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The thought of paying off Harrold also crossed his mind, but he had already informed his friends that he could barely cover the bill. Revealing he had an additional $45,000 would undoubtedly lead to questions about his identity that he wasn't prepared to answer. As Caleb weighed his choices, uncertainty gnawed at him. He needed to find a solution that wouldn't compromise his secret, yet would assert his authority over Harrold. It was a delicate balance he had to strike, and time was running out. The girl fumed quietly as Caleb remained still, her impatience growing palpable. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, her frustration clear. "I don't understand why this guy has such an attitude when he's just a delivery boy. Why isn't he kneeling and apologizing already? It's not like he has any real standing to be so defiant." After a few moments of brooding silence, something seemed to dawn on her. She scrutinized Caleb from head to toe with a disdainful expression, as if sud
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"What did you just say to Caleb?" Cassie asked, her voice laced with a subtle sneer. Her eyes narrowed, demanding an explanation while silently warning the woman to choose her words carefully. The woman furrowed her eyebrows as she examined Cassie with a mix of annoyance and surprise. With a resigned sigh, she turned her gaze towards Caleb, her expression contorted into a look of disdain. "If you must know," she began, her voice dripping with contempt, "I said that this man," she gestured towards Caleb with a dismissive wave, "is such a loser. No girl would ever look at him, and he'll definitely be single for the rest of his life... just look at him." She crossed her arms defiantly across her chest, her posture daring Cassie to challenge her further. "Did you just call him a loser?" Cassie asked, her teeth clenched in anger. "Oh, I most certainly did," the woman replied with a smirk. Cassie felt a surge of anger boiling inside her, tightening her fists at her sides. She tried to
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Tracy, Kenneth, and Carl, who had arrived just five minutes earlier, stared at Cassie with perplexed expressions as if she had grown two heads. "What's the relationship between that girl and Caleb?" Carl asked, clearly confused since he didn't know Cassie as well as Tracy did. "Relationship?" Tracy repeated the word tasted sour on her tongue. "It just doesn't add up," Carl pondered aloud. "I mean, look at her. She's beautiful, sexy, dressed in designer clothes—obviously from a wealthy family. Why would she be acting like she's with that loser? It doesn't make sense. She must have better taste than that." Tracy's expression turned sharp as she quickly interjected, "No, they're definitely not together," Tracy retorted sharply, shooting a pointed glare at Carl. The suggestion seemed preposterous to her. It had only been a little over a month since she and Caleb had ended things, and she knew how deeply he had cared for her. There was no way he could move on so quickly and find an
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Harrold fidgeted nervously in his spot, his eyes darting everywhere but towards Cassie. He knew he couldn't defy her—his father would ground him and cut off his pocket money if any of his secrets came to light. Cassie's gaze shifted to Harrold's girlfriend, who stood with brows furrowed, clearly puzzled by Harrold's submissive behavior in front of the woman who had slapped her. The girlfriend, undeterred, stepped forward, attempting to defend him. "Are you trying to threaten my boyfriend? Because if—" she began, but her words were abruptly cut off as Harrold pulled her back. "Keep your mouth shut and behave," he ordered coldly, his tone brooking no argument. The shock of his stern command left his girlfriend speechless for a moment, but she quickly found her voice again, her frustration bubbling over. "But baby...," she protested, her voice rising. "You can't just let her talk to us like that!" Harrold's eyes flashed with irritation as he tightened his grip on her arm. "I said
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"Did they now?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement and a hint of challenge. A look of horror crossed Harrold and his girlfriend's faces. The girlfriend shook her head vehemently, silently pleading for leniency. Cassie's smile turned cold and calculating, a chilling contrast to her usual demeanor. "Well then, it's only fair to demand the same," Cassie stated firmly, her voice cutting through the tension in the air. She turned her gaze towards Harrold's girlfriend, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Kneel and apologize to Caleb right now." The woman glanced desperately at Harrold, silently seeking his support. However, Harrold remained silent, his expression caught between discomfort and resignation. She pressed closer to Harrold, her words barely above a whisper. "H-Harrold..." Silence "Harrold, say something. I'm not going to kneel; it'll be humiliating," she urged urgently. Harrold's jaw tightened visibly, his irritation showing. "Just do it," he muttered throu
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Cassie grabbed Harrold's hand and slammed the wad of cash into his palm. "Here's your fifteen thousand dollars for the dress," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Even though it was your own girlfriend's fault, I'm feeling generous today." She then took out a few coins and tossed them at Harrold's girlfriend. "And for you," she mocked, "here's some change to get that dress dry-cleaned." Kenneth and Tracy looked on, their faces masks of shock. They exchanged bewildered glances, unable to understand why Cassie was paying the money instead of Caleb. What was going on between the two? The girlfriend stared at Cassie, biting her lip hard, her hands clenched into fists by her side. She knew Cassie was deliberately humiliating her in front of everyone. Desperate, she looked at Harrold for some sort of reaction, but he remained frozen to his spot, avoiding her gaze. When the girlfriend didn't make a move to pick up the coins, Cassie sneered, "Well, what are you waiting for? Pic