Calvin’s Intention
Everyone was taken aback by Calvin's demand. The room fell into a stunned silence, the shock palpable among the guests. Kevin, unable to contain his fury, slammed his fist on the table, the sharp sound echoing through the room.

Alana blushed deeply, misinterpreting Calvin's request as a sign of lingering jealousy and a desire to win her back. She cast a sidelong glance at Calvin, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and unexpected flattery.

Kevin's face was a mask of rage as he leaned forward, his voice a harsh growl. "Even if I don't marry Alana, don't think for a second that she would ever go back to you, Calvin," he spat. "You're just a loser living off the generosity of others. Don't get cocky with the little wealth you have now; it's all from conning rich people like Albert Finch."

Calvin stood there, silently enduring the barrage of insults, a serene smile never leaving his face. He knew Kevin's words were meant to provoke, but he remained unshaken, his calm demeanor a stark con
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