Dylan got into his car and settled Maya in, ensuring her seatbelt was properly fastened. He gave her a smile before placing his hands on the steering wheel.Suddenly, anger at how he had been treated inside the house sparked a thought in his mind. He blinked and reached for his phone, dialing Lord Owens' number."Lord Owens, could you help me investigate Gerald Griffin?" he asked."Gerald Griffin? From Signature Woodworks Co.?" Lord Owens clarified.Dylan nodded. "Yes, the furniture company. Both him and his son pretended to know you and used it to deceive Allison, my girlfriend. I need you to give them a warning.""Consider it done, Master Dylan," Lord Owens assured.Dylan nodded again and ended the call.Although he hadn't exposed Mason right then and there, it didn't mean he would forget about the issue. He couldn't ignore the fact that Mason had lied to Allison, and he knew he had to intervene.He started the car engine and drove out of the premises.Shortly after Dylan drove away
Mason arrived at his father's house, hoping to gain a better understanding of the reason behind his father's urgent call. He couldn't get why things played out the way they did.As he entered the living room, Mason found his father, Gerald, already on his feet, approaching him. Without giving him a chance to ask questions, Gerald spoke first, his voice filled with anticipation, "So, how did it go? All I want to hear is that they forgave you. Did they?"Mason blinked, his disappointment evident, and shook his head in despair.Gerald's eyes widened in horror. "They didn't?! How dare you set foot in my house without obtaining their forgiveness? You should have knelt down! Or are you too proud to do so?! What kind of son do I even have? Did you come into this world to ruin my life? To destroy everything I've worked damn hard for? What you've done could bankrupt our business and land us in jail!" Gerald's furious words echoed, aware of the dire consequences they faced.It felt as if they h
Sean reclined comfortably on one of Dylan's couches, his gaze wandering around the room with a trace of amazement evident in his expression. A soft chuckle escaped him as he remarked, "Unbelievable. So, Dylan, you've been keeping secrets from everyone."Dylan cradled Maya in his arms, being careful not to disturb her as she peacefully slept. He glared at Sean and retorted, "Be clear, Sean. What on earth are you talking about?""Don't play dumb with me, cousin. I had you followed because I became curious about your life and the money you stole from my family. That's when I discovered your connection to Lord Nigel Owens. Care to explain?" Sean inquired, genuinely perplexed by this revelation."So, you've had me followed," Dylan repeated with a chuckle, taking a seat. "Well, let it be known that I don't owe you any explanations."Sean gritted his teeth and averted his gaze in frustration before speaking again, "Just give me something, Dylan. Our family has completely fallen apart. Our li
After a period of silence, Allison contemplated the situation, genuinely questioning the possibility. She couldn't fathom how Dylan's connection could have reached the Apex Conglomerate, considering he was insignificant compared to Lord Owens, who held immense power."You're correct. I suppose I had hoped for too much, and now I'll be left wondering once again about the identity of the person who assisted me," she finally admitted to him.Dylan nodded, fully aware that no matter how much she wished for it, she would find it hard to believe until he revealed his true identity. "Indeed. I wished there was something I could have done to assist you in that regard. Perhaps there was a way, but as you mentioned, it was beyond my capabilities. I'm simply grateful that someone was able to help you.""But Why?" Allison inquired, a sense of unease creeping over her. She despised the feeling of being indebted to someone, especially when she had no knowledge of their identity."Well, if that indi
The following day, Dylan escorted Maya to Stephanie's house after Maya boldly expressed to him that the sandwiches he made were not as good as Stephanie's."I want to have Mom Stephanie's sandwich instead," she declared to Dylan, ensuring her preference was known even before Dylan entered the kitchen to prepare it.While Maya savored her meal in silence, Stephanie positioned herself in front of Dylan, who was seated on a sofa, engrossed in his phone. "There's something I'd like to discuss with you," she began.Looking up at her, Dylan recognized the seriousness in her demeanor. He nodded and suggested, "Then have a seat instead of standing in front of me."Stephanie let out a sigh and settled down beside him. "Firstly, how is your relationship with Allison going?" she inquired.Dylan met her gaze with a hint of uncertainty but still replied, "We're doing fine.""Do you truly love her?" Stephanie inquired. "I mean, she's a wonderful girl and all, but if I'm being honest, the issue lies
Dylan chuckled softly in response to Julia's question. "I'm here to dine, of course. Why else would I be in a restaurant?" His playful tone brought amusement to the others who were present, finding Julia's question somewhat comical.However, Madame Beth's reaction was different. She nudged Julia slightly, giving her a warning gaze as soon as she referred to Dylan as "brother-in-law."Leonard's eyes brightened as he admired Julia's beauty. Unaware that Dylan was married again, he couldn't help but be captivated by his stunning sister-in-law.Madame Beth's eyes narrowed as she directed a suspicious glare at Dylan. "Do you even realize the kind of establishment you're in? Have you looked around and made sure you're in the right place? Are you certain you didn't get lost?" Her frustration grew as she couldn't fathom why Dylan, given his financial situation, would dare to step foot in a high-end restaurant.Her anger still lingered from her husband's resentment towards her after she accide
Dylan felt a wave of relief wash over him as Madame Beth, David, and Julia settled back into their seats. It seemed like the world had regained its peace and quiet once again.Leonard had been feeling uneasy throughout the argument. "Uh, Dylan, maybe we should consider finding another place to eat," he quietly suggested. He wasn't entirely convinced that Dylan could afford such a high-end establishment.Dylan chuckled and flashed a mischievous grin at him. "Go somewhere else? Leo, what if I told you that I'm actually one of the shareholders of this very company? Would you believe me?" he asked, teasingly.Leonard stood there, dumbfounded by Dylan's statement. "Dylan, your joke isn't funny at all," he protested. He knew Dylan well enough to understand that he didn't have the financial means to invest in a prestigious restaurant like this. It simply didn't add up.Dylan may have had connections and influential acquaintances, but the idea of him having enough money to invest seemed far-f
Overwhelmed by disbelief, Madame Beth struggled to process the unexpected turn of events."Manager Grey, I find it difficult to comprehend," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. "This individual standing before us is Dylan, a person of no significance or wealth. He is impoverished, so how can you possibly address him as Young Master Dylan? Could it be that you have mistaken him for someone else? It seems highly improbable."David, sensing the urgency to clarify the situation, stepped forward and added his perspective. "Indeed, Manager Grey, we are intimately acquainted with him. Dylan is undeniably a destitute individual who has endured mistreatment at the hands of the Harpers. He has tragically lost everything due to his association with his criminal family. It's simply inconceivable that he could be the person you believe him to be. There must be some confusion.""And who might you be?" Maxwell inquired, his gaze shifting from Dylan to David, seeking clarification.Davi