Diana sighed, worry etched on her face. "He's trying to fool me with a fake $10 billion bank credit, thinking it'll fix things between us. Who does that?" she muttered. Ava, Diana's close ally, scoffed, "He's just chasing after rich women to fill his bad nights." "But that won't fix anything. It's likely that he's clinging on to our family to avoid poverty no matter what." Amelia, Diana's mother, added with a relieved sigh. "Caspian's got a mysterious side. He bears both Williams and Steele, and it's confusing. I can't figure him out," Ava admitted. Diana nodded, crossing her legs. "Yeah, I've noticed that too, but those faces look different." Amelia, nervous, agreed, "Exactly!" "The Caspian Steele I knew seemed more troubled and poor than ever," Diana raised her eyebrows. "I heard his name at the World Economic Forum," Ava said, frowning deeply. "Yeah, but no one noticed him there," Diana argued, defending her point. Ava muttered, "Not sure." "Now, Ava, are you saying the po
"Hello, how may I assist you?" the retail manager asked as Caspian stepped into the store and approached her."Yup, I want to buy a phone. And of course, a good brand," Caspian demanded."Alright, sir, we have different brands of high-quality phones; I don't know which one will best meet your preference," the retail manager said."What brands are available?" Caspian asked, his face looking serious."Well, we have G****e, Samsung, iPhone, Huawei, Xiaomi, Motorola, Oppo, Vivo, Tesla, and more. Just to mention a few; I believe you know these are the best exclusive phone brands right now.""Got it! I want the latest Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 6," Caspian requested."Okay, sir, just a moment," the retail manager moved to the shelf to get the product.Olivia Mitchell, the retail manager, scrutinizing Caspian's appearance, taunted, "It costs $2110, but will you be able to afford it? Maybe consider a more affordable and durable brand like Xiaomi or Oppo.""Yes, of course, I know it's costly, and di
"He must be a young elite. The phone is not just an ordinary model," one customer exclaimed, eyeing Caspian's sophisticated phone at the counter."Custom-made? It's directly made by Samsung," another customer chimed in."Aah. They've messed with the unknown. What if he comes to take revenge?" someone speculated."Justified. Assaulting a customer is absurd no matter what happens and when he's willing to pay for the damage," a woman expressed her opinion while a wide murmur invaded the store."If I were in his place, I'd have dealt with them on the spot," someone in the crowd continued, and Mrs. Olivia's hands trembled upon hearing this."He doesn't need to sue them; their company's reputation will pay for their offence," another, among the huge crowd erupted in noise."They'll probably apologize," someone suggested. "Apologize for what? If he takes legal action, will they apologize in court?" a furious voice retorted."This might be my last time buying here," one customer declared, and
"Emily, got a birthday invitation. Dinner is tonight; I'll be back at the hotel after the party," Caspian said, speeding down the highway. "Expecting you, Master," Emily replied. Caspian increased the car's speaker volume. "Jovan, Sylvie Miles' birthday today. Business matters." "More important than the birthday itself," Jovan replied. "Sylvie, daughter of a billionaire politician, my dad's friend. Still good friends after my parents' kidnapping," Caspian explained. "I love spending time with my friends. Business is tedious. You monitor and coordinate the company's activities," Caspian continued as the music crescendoed. "We're there," Jovan said as they approached a luxurious mansion. Caspian applied the brakes, bringing the car to a halt. They entered a beautiful exotic garden, adorned with flowers and shrubs, leading to the mansion. The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, laughter, and clinking glasses. As they slipped into the shadows, Caspian, a secret young billionaire C
Sylvie's voice was a desperate plea, filled with aching desire as she let out a shaky exhale. Her words were like shards of ice, piercing the air between them. "Uh, I need you to make love with me."Caspian recoiled in shock, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "What? Are you serious?"The loud chatter from the nearby house seemed to mock their intimate moment, a sharp contrast to the raw emotions swirling between Sylvie and Caspian."Please, Master Steele," Sylvie's voice cracked as she spoke through gritted teeth, her desperation turning into anger.But Caspian brushed her off, avoiding eye contact and changing the subject. "We'll talk about this later. I have to leave now." He could hear slow footsteps approaching and knew it was Diana, someone he wanted to avoid at all costs."No, you can't just walk away while I'm here," Sylvie pleaded, her eyes boring into Caspian's back."But it's night. Can't you stay? There are plenty of empty rooms in this mansion," Sylvie begged, grasping
Mr Anderson's face twisted in anger as he cursed under his breath. "Uh, it's all my fault!"If only he had known the identity of the man he had embarrassed, the owner of the powerful multi-national Nebulon Conglomerates, he would have held his tongue. But now it was too late, and Mrs. Olivia stood in front of him with a look of terror in her eyes.She fired back at him, her voice trembling with no fear or desperation. "Sir, forget about that; does he have to damage the phone before he pays? He must be dealt with for breaking the ethics of buying and selling. Simply pay, and the purchase becomes yours."Mr Anderson couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could she still be concerned about technicalities when their chance at a mind-boggling $245 million contract was slipping away? But he knew he shouldn't have expected any better from her."It's your fault, Mrs. Olivia," he said glumly, drowning in regret. "I should fire you for making us lose such a valuable deal."Her eyes widened in
Caspian led himself to the dressing room so he could change into his less fancy clothing. Changing had a reason behind it; his intention was to stay under the radar and dress in inexpensive attire. Once he finished changing his clothes, he went to his room to prepare for the next menu course. "Hey, take them back!" Caspian, discontent with the waiter's service, confronted her about bringing the wrong order. "You brought the wrong order again just like yesterday? Is that the way you treat consumers?" Caspian expressed his dissatisfaction, imagining a hotel he managed with a few insignificant flaws. Shame is the result of all these errors. "Oh sorry, sir. I gotta bring the right order. It's not going to take longer," the waiter, apologetic, rushed out of Caspian's place. "Damn," Caspian let out a frustrating sigh. The first thing that crossed his mind was to have a chat with Emily, the hotel manager, about efficiency, productivity, and accuracy – observations he made since his initi
"And what else? I've told you I'll never kneel because you don't deserve it," Caspian retorted with a sneer.Realizing that Caspian was not ready to kneel at all costs, Enzo frowned, letting out a deep sigh."Don't go beyond the red lines! You're just a lowly cleaner here. I can tell your manager to sack you, so you'll go jobless," Enzo exclaimed, but Caspian remained unfazed, his arms crossed."Huh. Are you kidding or what?" Caspian scoffed, his words all in one breath."Dare me?"Feeling uncomfortable, Enzo ordered, his voice laced with a threat, "Now, clean my shoes or I'll embarrass you.""Not ready. So you better do what you want to do quickly. I don't have much time to waste on these uncultured men," Caspian said with a cold glare."Luring yourself into trouble related to me has a big penalty. Haven't people told you how ruthless I am?" Enzo walked up to Caspian, aiming to grab his jaws.His voice emitting a sense of fright, Enzo continued, "How long will it take you to kneel do