*BEEP*TRANSACTION SUCCESSFULThe room fell into silence as onlookers stood in astonishment. A young man, dressed shabbily, had not only smoothly handled a payment of 6.5 million dollars.Slowly whispers emerged like a soft ripple through the crowd, each person grappling with the incomprehensible sight before them."I can't believe it what I'm seeing!""I never expected this...""Did you see that?""Who is he, really?""Its like a scene from a movie...""Looking at him who would have thought he had so much money...."After a few moments, the murmurs subsided, and silence engulfed the room once more. Onlookers weren't just stunned; they were in awe of Caleb's actions.Since entering the showroom, Caleb had scarcely uttered a word. Despite enduring humiliation and insults, he maintained his composure. Simply inquiring about the cost of the villa for sale, he proceeded to pay the full price with his card without delving into any additional details.Most clients would typically inquire
The drama in the showroom kept getting more intense, each moment bringing surprising twists.The room fell into silence as onlookers stood in shock. The fact that a young man, dressed shabbily, had not only smoothly handled a payment of 6.5 million dollars but was now gifting an expensive present to a girl he had just met.They attempted to grasp the true nature of the kind of man Caleb was.In the past, when wealthy clients visited the showroom, the staff easily recognized they were wealthy by the lavish clothing and high-end cars they flaunted. The women consistently showcased designer outfits, paired with matching bags and shoes, creating an unmistakable air of prosperity. Caleb's initially shabby appearance stood in stark contrast to this, making it even more surprising when he revealed he had a lot of money.No one, just moments ago, could have guessed that a man like Caleb, who had entered the showroom dressed in worn-out clothes, would turn out to be the potential owner of su
Angela felt her insides tying in knots, and her hands trembled with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. It all seemed surreal.Glancing down at the pen, she noticed her hand shaking slightly. With a faint smile, Angela turned to Caleb, seeking reassurance."Are you certain about giving the villa to me?" she asked, seeking confirmation.Caleb nodded affirmatively, saying, "Yes!"With newfound confidence, Angela leaned over the desk and signed the contract without further hesitation.The staff members observed with envy and disbelief as Angela confidently signed on the dotted line. She transformed from an ordinary girl to a millionaire in a matter of seconds, a stroke of fortune that left them all in awe.Miss Roberts, in particular, couldn't hide her bitterness. She clenched her fists at her sides, a sneer distorting her face. The room echoed with silent regrets as she realized the missed opportunity. If only she hadn't been so foolish, rude, and devoid of any humanity in dea
What the hell is wrong with you, Angela!"Both turned to see Miss Roberts walking towards them with an unexplained expression on her face."Why are you behaving so stubbornly! Mr. King has been so kind as to gift you such an amazing gift, and you're acting so ungrateful.""No, Miss Roberts, it's just...." Angela began, but the manager raised her hand to stop her."Stop complaining. If Mr. King wants to give you a gift, then just accept it graciously. Otherwise, you will let him down! And you wouldn't want to disappoint a man who has done something so good for you."Miss Roberts kept her voice soft, pretending to care about Caleb's feelings."I know, and like I said, I appreciate what he did for me. But I just can't accept something that is so expensive."If Caleb were willing to take her as his mistress, then she would happily accept the gift, knowing that she was giving something of hers in return for the gift.But Caleb didn't seem interested in her body. Angela couldn't help but th
Caleb remained silent, his eyes fixed on Miss Roberts. Unfazed by his lack of immediate response, she swiftly pulled out her mobile and began showcasing pictures of the suggested villa.She meticulously flipped through each image: the luminous and expansive lounge with marbled floors, the high-ceilinged space adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows, a compact yet modern kitchen equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, an open-plan living and dining area, a round-shaped swimming pool, a sauna, a library, and a study room.Caleb's attention shifted to the price tag displayed on the screen - $99 million dollars."Isn't it stunning?" Miss Roberts inquired, her voice breaking through as she stood uncomfortably close.Caleb nodded unknowingly.Miss Roberts' smile widened, "Well then, let's go and have a look. I assure you these pictures don't do justice to the villa. The place is much more beautiful when you see it in person."Caleb shook his head, "No.""But..."Caleb firmly declined, "I
Leaving the sales room and the very overbearing manager behind, Caleb hailed a taxi to go home.As the taxi carried him, he reflected on the tiring day. A smile crept onto his face as he thought about Sophia.Recalling the restroom incident where he was attacked from all corners by Kenneth, Tracy, and Amanda, he appreciated Sophia's stand. She was the only one trying to persuade Amanda to let things go, believing that the splashing water incident was just an accident. Caleb wanted to get to know her better and hoped she could see the real him, not the image that her stepsister might have painted.Upon arriving home, it was already quite late, and Caleb's body was worn out from the day's emotional events.He felt a headache creeping in, signaling the toll the day had taken on him.In the kitchen, he retrieved painkillers from the cabinet, his tired hands struggling with opening the bottle. Frustration lingered in muttered curses, his fatigue more evident than he had realized.After w
Caleb lay in bed, staring at his mobile, replaying the events in his mind. The realization hit him – someone was pretending to be him by hacking into his old account. The confusion lingered, as he questioned why anyone would bother stealing an account with not a single cent.It simply didn't make sense.As Caleb pondered the mysterious account theft, a specific thought crossed his mind – could @Inappropriatefan124 be behind it? However, he swiftly dismissed the idea upon realizing that the thief hadn't utilized Caleb's fame to promote other streamers.A couple of days ago Caleb had learnt from Emily, that this person @Inappropriatefan124 was actually the owner of a broadcasting company, and wanted desperately for Emily to sign up for his company.If this person had stolen Caleb's account, it would be logical to leverage his popularity for promoting his own singers and anchors. Yet, the thief simply gifted helicopters to Emily and disappeared.Left utterly confused, Caleb couldn't com
Caleb just stared at her shocked. He knew she was being played...but the fact was, how was he going to tell her the truth. THAT HE WAS KING! Caleb felt as if the distant thunder and lightning had suddenly struck him. He never anticipated that Emily would harbor such feelings for King, let alone be willing to start a relationship with him."You've got to be kidding me," were the first words that echoed in Caleb's mind as he heard her.Emily had no clue that the real King was standing right next to her, and the person she was eagerly anticipating having dinner with was an impostor.The hacker had rewarded a $20,000 gift to Emily during her live broadcast tonight, perhaps thinking he could win her heart with this sum of money.Emily possessed genuine kindness and a heart of gold, and Caleb recognized that she deserved better than what the hacker was attempting.Caleb had not planned to disclose his identity as King to Emily, which is why he did not to respond to her messages in private
As Caleb began to walk out of the classroom, Professor Hanks reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and disbelief."Caleb," she said softly but firmly, "I need you to tell me the truth. Did you steal that money?"Caleb looked down at her hand gripping his and then met her gaze. He could see the earnest plea in her eyes, the hope that he wasn't guilty. He took a deep breath, his expression calm and resolute."No, Professor Hanks," he replied quietly. "I didn't steal the money."Professor Hanks studied his face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit. Finally, she released his hand with a sigh, a flicker of hope still lingering in her eyes."Alright, Caleb," she said firmly, her grip still strong on his hand. "But don't stay silent like you did here. You need to defend yourself clearly when you see the headmaster. Speak the truth and avoid any unnecessary remarks. I'll do everything in my power to support you,
Jane’s eyes were fixed on Caleb, desperately waiting for him to say something, to shout, to scream his innocence. But he remained calm and collected, his gaze never wavering from Carl. Carl, noticing Caleb's unwavering calm, smirked and turned to Mr. Henderson. "Here's the proof, sir. Now it's up to you how you deal with this thief." Mr. Henderson glanced at Professor Hanks, who was staring at Caleb in shock, unable to reconcile the calm student with the accusations against him. Mr. Henderson nodded and said, "I can't believe after all this time we've actually caught the thief red-handed. Caleb, come with me to the staffroom. We will discuss further what we should do with you with the rest of the staff." Hearing Mr. Henderson's words, some students nodded in agreement, murmuring among themselves that Caleb should be punished. The accusation seemed to fit with the recent rumors and suspicions. However, those who were close to Caleb, especially Jake, Tommy, and Jane, were filled
The students stared at Caleb with disgust, their eyes shifting between him and the pouch on his desk. Whispers and pointed fingers only deepened the collective disdain. Many had always harbored suspicions about Caleb, simply because he was poor. Yet, in the last few months, something had changed. Caleb had started spending money freely, treating classmates to dinners in expensive restaurants, flaunting an attitude of newfound confidence. The sudden shift was startling. Now, with Jane's pouch found among his belongings, the students were convinced their suspicions were confirmed. To them, Caleb's recent spending spree must have been funded by stolen money from the college. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, the air filled with murmurs and pointed looks. No one seemed to remember the Caleb who once struggled quietly. Instead, they saw only the image of a thief, their minds made up by the damning evidence before them. "I can't believe it!" another student exclaimed, shock evident
"Well, Carl, after an hour, you'll regret what you're doing right now, and you will pay for what you have done." Carl narrowed his eyes at Caleb momentarily and chuckled, muttering under his breath, "Is that a threat?" Caleb didn’t bother to respond, his silence conveying more than words could. Carl shrugged off Caleb's words, confident that they were meaningless. What could a loser like Caleb do anyway? Carl's smirk grew as he unzipped the bag. He knew that as soon as the money was found, there would be no escape for Caleb. The whole class fell silent, the only sound being the slow, deliberate zip opening Caleb's bag. Kenneth leaned forward on his desk, casting a quick glance at Tracy, who had a small smirk playing on her lips. They knew that any moment now, their plan would come to fruition. On the other hand, Tommy and Jake watched nervously, their anxiety palpable. But the most anxious of all was Jane, the class monitor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was
"I..." Caleb began, weighing his words carefully. Caleb paused for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the situation. He instinctively slid his hands into his pockets, a subtle gesture to calm his nerves. His gaze shifted towards Carl once more, observing the smug confidence etched on his face. It was becoming clear to Caleb that Carl wasn't acting on mere suspicion but had orchestrated this accusation deliberately. The reason for Carl's unwavering confidence in Caleb's guilt pointed to a calculated plan. As Caleb pondered Carl's motives, his eyes flickered briefly to his desk where his bag lay discarded underneath. He couldn't shake the sinking feeling that the money, the very evidence Carl was banking on finding, might have already been planted there. A surge of frustration and anger welled up within him, but he maintained his composure outwardly, preparing to address Professor Hanks and the rest of the class with clarity and conviction. He had been set up. As his
Professor Hanks's hand slammed down on the table with a resounding thud, instantly quelling the rising chatter that had filled the room. "Silence!" Her authoritative command cut through the noise like a knife, demanding the attention of every student present. Once the room had settled into a tense silence, she fixed her unwavering gaze on Caleb, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Caleb," she began, her voice firm yet tinged with curiosity, "do you have anything to say?" Her eyes bore into his, silently urging him to speak up and address the accusations that had been thrown his way. Caleb paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before standing up. "What Carl said just now-his analysis of what could have happened-is very reasonable," he began, his voice calm and measured. "However, there is one small thing he seems to have forgotten to mention." Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "And what might that be?" she prompted, her gaze s
Mr. Henderson straightened his tie with an air of authority, smoothing back a few nonexistent strands of hair as he smiled at Professor Hanks. "Just before you arrived, we may have made some progress regarding the thief," Mr. Henderson announced, his voice projecting across the room. He briefly glanced over at Caleb, who met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Professor Hanks furrowed her eyebrows, her expression shifting to one of focused curiosity. Stepping closer to Mr. Henderson, she asked in a firm tone, "What progress have you made?" Mr. Henderson's smile widened slightly, relishing the attention from Professor Hanks. Leaning in slightly, he lowered his voice as if sharing a confidential matter. "Before you got here, Carl accused Caleb of being the thief." Professor Hanks's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scanned the room until her gaze landed on Caleb, who met her look with a disbelief apprehension. Carl stood smugly with his arms folded across his ches
Mr. Henderson's expression shifted from annoyance to cautious interest. He fixed Carl with a penetrating stare. "You know who it is, Carl? Thrn enlighten us" he demanded, his voice low and serious, cutting through the chatter in the classroom. Carl took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking again. "It's..." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. The suspense in the room was palpable, each second feeling like an eternity as everyone waited for him to continue. As tension hung thick in the air of the classroom, Carl stood up abruptly, his face wearing a confident smirk. His words cut through the silence like a knife. "The thief is amongst us," Carl declared, his voice echoing off the walls, "and he is sitting in this room right now!" A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as students exchanged shocked glances. Whispers erupted like a sudden storm, as everyone began to scrutinize their classmates with newfound suspicion. Mr. Henderson, hi
The professor's glare bore into Jane with unmasked frustration. "Do you have any brains ! Thats what happebscwhen you dont listen!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I explicitly warned all students on the notice board to be vigilant with their belongings, knowing there's a thief among us. Yet you, young lady, have managed to have the entire class's fees stolen. And you dare call yourself a class monitor!"His words stung like a whip cracking through the air, each syllable laced with disappointment and accusation. The classroom seemed to shrink under the weight of his condemnation, leaving Jane visibly shaken under the harsh spotlight of Professor Henderson's scrutiny.Jane stood frozen under the professor's harsh gaze, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find her voice amidst the palpable tension in the room."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I... I didn't mean to... I thought... I thought it would be s