Calvin swiftly retrieved his grocery bags and declared, "I must head home now. Take care of your grandson." With a nod to Albert, he turned on his heels and left without further ado, leaving Albert intrigued by the encounter.Calvin's departure left a lingering air of intrigue, his abrupt exit prompting Albert's mind to churn with questions. His gaze lingered on the spot where Calvin had stood moments ago, pondering the enigmatic stranger who had dared to challenge convention.Meanwhile, Jenkins's indignation simmered beneath the surface, his loyalty to Mr. Finch fueling his disdain for Calvin's perceived audacity. "That man lacks respect! Mr. Finch is among the wealthiest and most influential figures in the country. He must be some ignorant fool who doesn't comprehend the gravity of his words," Jenkins scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain.As they made their way towards the awaiting car, Albert, now clad in his jacket, reflected on the passage of time. "I retired many years ago, J
Calvin trudged through the chill of the evening, his clothes clinging damply to his skin from his recent dive into the lake. Despite the biting cold, he harnessed his inner reserves to generate warmth, his determination outweighing the discomfort. Amidst the serene backdrop of the approaching snowfall, a notification pinged on his system, breaking the tranquility.Ding![User Calvin Hudson has successfully saved a life: a drowning patient. Congratulations! User Calvin Hudson has unlocked 1 point to enhance martial arts skills.]Recalling his earlier aspiration to impart self-defense skills to Lizzie, Calvin's mind buzzed with renewed determination. The thought of empowering his sister with the ability to protect herself spurred him onward.As Calvin stepped into the warmth of their humble abode, Lizzie's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of her brother's drenched form. The flickering light from the nearby lamp illuminated the droplets of water clinging to his hair and clothes, ca
Calvin listened to Lizzie's insistence with a thoughtful expression, considering her words carefully. "You may have a point, Lizzie. Using a taxi might not be the most... dignified option," he conceded, a hint of reluctance in his voice.Lizzie's eyes sparkled with determination as she seized upon Calvin's moment of wavering. "Exactly! You need to make a grand entrance, Calvin. And that means arriving in style," she declared, her tone firm and resolute.Calvin sighed, realizing the validity of Lizzie's argument. "Alright, alright, I'll consider getting a car," he relented, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips."But first things first," Calvin continued, his tone turning more serious. "I have to go tomorrow morning. After that, I might head straight to the event and return late at night," he explained, outlining his plans for the following day.Lizzie nodded in understanding, her expression softening with empathy for her brother's busy schedule. "That sounds like a plan. I'
As tension crackled in the air, Calvin's resolve remained steadfast, his voice cutting through the chaos with a commanding edge. "Let's put your skills to the test," he challenged, his demeanor exuding confidence as he braced himself for the impending confrontation.With a sudden surge of aggression, the assailants lunged at Calvin with knives drawn, their movements fueled by malice and intent. Yet Calvin, fueled by determination and honed reflexes, met their onslaught with a seamless blend of speed and precision. In a flurry of motion, he deftly disarmed each attacker, swiftly neutralizing the threat they posed and leaving them scrambling in defeat.“Damn it! Run!” one of them cried.The would-be assailants, their bravado shattered, hastily retreated into the shadows, their footsteps echoing into the night as they slunk away.Turning his attention to the woman, Calvin's concern was palpable as he approached her with a reassuring presence. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice tinged
Calvin stood on the bustling sidewalk, his gaze scanning the rows of vehicles passing by until he spotted an available taxi. Raising his hand, he signaled for the cab to stop, its yellow exterior gleaming under the city lights. As the vehicle pulled up to the curb, Calvin opened the door and slid into the backseat, greeted by the familiar scent of leather and air freshener."Where to, sir?" the driver inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity as he adjusted the rearview mirror to catch Calvin's reflection.Calvin glanced at the driver through the partition, offering a polite smile. "To the suit boutique downtown, please," he replied, his tone decisive yet courteous."Are you sure? Those stores are hell expensive," the driver looked at Calvin with doubt.“Just drive me there,” Calvin said.“Alright then,” the taxi driver answered.Calvin nodded in agreement, settling back into the seat as the cityscape whizzed by outside the window. The rhythmic hum of the engine provided a s
As Noven's patience dwindled, his frustration with Calvin's defiance bubbled to the surface, manifesting in his threatening tone. "Leave right now! Or I’ll kick you out," he barked, his voice laced with irritation and impatience, his eyes flashing with annoyance.Just as the tension between Noven and Calvin reached its peak, the gentle chime of the doorbell heralded the arrival of a new customer. Nancy's entrance into the store was like a breath of fresh air, her poised demeanor contrasting sharply with the charged atmosphere. Her keen eyes swept across the lavish boutique, momentarily pausing on Calvin before fixing on Noven with a furrowed brow."You! Why are you here? Why is this rude person here in this upscale boutique?" Nancy's voice dripped with disdain as she directed her pointed questions at Noven, her displeasure evident in her piercing gaze.Noven's demeanor underwent a sudden transformation in the presence of the new arrival, his hostility melting away to be replaced by a
After Nancy's departure, Calvin proceeded to browse the store, selecting all the items he needed and paying for them with his black card. He carefully chose a variety of outfits, ensuring each piece reflected his impeccable taste and style. Additionally, he picked out some exquisite jewelry as a special gift for Lizzie, knowing she would appreciate the gesture.“Please wrap those jeweleries because I want to give it to someone as a gift,” Calvin said.“Of course, Sir,” Noven said.As he finalized his purchases, Calvin couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite the initial confrontation, he had emerged victorious, asserting his presence and refusing to be intimidated. With his shopping completed, Calvin realized he couldn't take everything back to his current apartment, knowing it wasn't safe. There are so many shopping bags and boxes. It will not only draws attentions, but also will not be fit into his room.“Is there anything else we can help you with, Sir?” Noven asked
Calvin strode down the sidewalk, his pace quickening as he spotted Lizzie sitting forlornly on a nearby bench, her head bowed in dejection. As he drew closer, he could see the anguish etched upon her face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears."Lizzie," Calvin's voice was soft but filled with concern as he approached his sister, "are you okay?"Without preamble, Lizzie launched into her account, her words tumbling out in a rush of frustration. She recounted how she had been unceremoniously ejected from the real estate office, pointing towards the building behind her as she spoke."They told me to leave," Lizzie's voice trembled with indignation, "just because I don't fit their idea of who belongs here."Calvin's jaw clenched with anger at the injustice of it all. "You have every right to be here, Lizzie," he assured her firmly, his voice unwavering. "Let's go back inside and sort this out."With firm resolve guiding his every step, Calvin ushered Lizzie back into the real estate offi