Vere was astonished when he saw the woman get out of the car. "Crystal? Oh my, it's her," he whispered to himself, lowering his car window. "Hey, mister!" A woman's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You've blocked my way!"
Realizing he had inadvertently obstructed the path to confront her from her driving she hit vere's car side but instead, Vere swiftly apologized, "I am sorry, Crystal. I didn't mean to." The woman was taken aback. "What? Did I hear right? How do you know me?" Vere was momentarily stunned, having forgotten that he now looked different, thus unrecognized by Crystal. He quickly diverted the conversation. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I gotta go." With a farewell, Vere left Crystal standing there, equally bewildered by the unexpected encounter.
At that moment, Vere hurriedly drove off, leaving Crystal behind. The chance meeting had stirred a whirlwind of emotions in both of them. Vere's mind raced with memories of a past where he and Crystal were acquainted. However, time had changed his appearance, rendering him unrecognizable to her.
To avoid potential compromise, Vere swiftly departed upon realizing Crystal, a police officer, was in his vicinity. He knew she was aware of his escape from Prison. Arriving at the mansion, Vere settled in the living room, memories flooding back from his initial encounter with Crystal on the road when he and James were on their way to the Fuentez mansion. Their paths crossed again when Vere escaped from the prison, and Crystal, recognizing him, offered refuge, granting him an opportunity to execute his plans, as he knew that Vere was innocent, but because of the law and because he was a police officer, She only offered Vere a small chance to work on her plans.
Seated in the familiar surroundings of the mansion, Vere reminisced about those moments meeting Crystal and the past journey with James when they were still good friends and James was still a good personal assistant at the time. He met her at an unexpected reunion in his time of need. Vere found Solace in the sanctuary Crystal provided, a haven where his aspirations could potentially come to fruition despite the looming threat of his past catching up with him.
Vere reflected on the debt of gratitude he owed Ronnie. His mind drifted back to the time their paths crossed, the moment Vere accidentally hit Ronnie with his car. He had taken responsibility for Ronnie's treatment and rehabilitation after discovering Ronnie's struggles with addiction. As he contemplated, Vere couldn't help but wonder how Ronnie was doing. Their communication had ceased, leaving Vere concerned about his friend's well-being.
"Ronnie, I hope you're doing okay. I miss you, buddy," Vere mused, his thoughts consumed by worries about Ronnie's welfare. He fervently hoped that Ronnie had remained on the path of recovery and had not succumbed to the clutches of addiction once more. The memory of helping Ronnie through his darkest times weighed heavily on Vere's mind, and the uncertainty of Ronnie's current state gnawed at him.
Despite the lack of communication, Vere silently vowed to find a way to reconnect with Ronnie, to ensure that his friend was alright. The concern for Ronnie's welfare lingered, stirring a mix of emotions within Vere empathy, worry, and a deep-seated desire to ensure Ronnie's well-being. With a heavy sigh, Vere hoped for the best, yearning for Ronnie's stability and inner peace amid their disconnected lives.
Vere treasured the memories of the time spent with both Crystal and Ronnie. It was a chapter in his life that he held dear for a period when he found himself in dire straits. However, that memory was irreplaceable - a time shadowed by Danger, not just for himself but also for Crystal and Ronnie.
"The moments we shared were precious," Vere reflected, acknowledging the significance of their support during a perilous phase in his life. Yet, it was a time he couldn't revisit, a time when Danger loomed over him and could potentially jeopardize the lives of those closest to him.
"I promise that one day we'll be together again," Vere vowed silently, yearning for the chance to reciprocate the kindness and support Crystal Ronnie had shown him. His determination to reunite and to repay their generosity and care fueled his resolve. He aspired to create a future where they could share moments free from the perils that once entangled their lives.
The memory of their selfless help lingered, inspiring Vere's commitment to one day stand by their side, offering the same unwavering support they had once extended to him. It was a pledge that resonated deeply within him, a promise to himself and his cherished friends that their paths would converge once more, and he would be there to express his heartfelt gratitude for their invaluable presence during his most challenging times.
"Alexa, who saved my life when I was swept away in the river," Vere recalled to himself. Encountering crystal unexpectedly triggered a rush of memories, including those of the individuals who had been instrumental in his life. However, Vere felt a pang of sadness, realizing that, over time, he hadn't had the chance to revisit or reconnect with those who had been his pillars of support.
Reflecting on the distance that had grown between them, Vere felt a sense of remorse for not reaching out to remind them that they were not forgotten. His life had become entangled with new hurdles, hindering his ability to fulfill the plans he once envisioned, the very plans that included reconnecting and expressing his gratitude to those who had selflessly assisted him.
Vere's heart weighed heavily with the awareness that, despite his earnest intentions, Life's obstacles had impeded his efforts to honor the promises he made to himself and to those who had stood by him during his most trying times.
In the quiet of his thoughts, Vere resolved to find a way to bridge the gap, to let those who had made a difference in his life know that their kindness was etched in his memory. He longed to express his appreciation, to reunite with these individuals, and to convey the gratitude that had remained unsaid for far too long. The desire to rekindle those connections and honor the debt of gratitude fueled Vere's determination to navigate through life's challenges and find a way back to the people who had left an indelible mark on his life.
"Really, I want to visit Alexa," Vere thought to himself. As he reminisced about the memories of those who had been pivotal in his life story, Vere found himself drifting into a light doze on the couch. However, he was roused by the persistent ringing of his cell phone, jolting him awake. Despite his drowsiness, he managed to groggily answer the call, but there was no response to the other end, the weight of sleepiness causing him to inadvertently lower his phone.
When Vere eventually woke up again, he noticed that an unknown number had been the caller. It puzzled him that someone unknown had dialed him. He pondered whether it might have been a wrong number or perhaps someone trying to reach him for a reason unknown to him.
Curiosity mingled with a hint of confusion as he contemplated the odd phone call. Vere's mind flickered with questions about the unidentified caller and their potential intent. Was it a mistake, a random call, or was there something more significant behind it? The urge to understand the purpose of the call tugged at him, leaving him with a sense of intrigue and an unspoken curiosity about the mysterious, unexpected contact.
Vere shrugged off a seemingly misplaced call, attributing it to a simple dialing error. Ignoring whoever might have been trying to reach out, he resumed his slumber. The next morning, Vere woke up early, diving into his emails. Among them was a message from James. "Mr. Wayne, I am sorry to inform you that one of Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez's properties has been sold to the millionaire, Mr. Luke. We won't be reserving it for you due to an important reason, likely one you're already aware of, being Miss Olivia's assistant. You know that in the business world, it's all about give and take."Vere's brow furrowed as he absorbed the contents of the email. It seemed that a significant property deal had slipped through their grasp. The implications were clear, tying back to Miss Olivia's affairs. In the cutthroat realm of business, it appeared that personal connections often dictated the course of transactions.He pondered the intricate dance of favors and influence in the corporate landscape, where
At that moment, when Vere turned to face Ronnie, he hugged him, stunned by the stark contrast in Ronnie's appearance from when he last saw him during rehab. Ronnie then invited Vere to his apartment. However, Vere kept his identity hidden due to his altered appearance."Mr. Wayne, thank you so much for saving my life." Ronnie expressed his gratitude.Vere glanced at Ronnie, smiling softly. "It's okay; don't thank me. I owe you a lot."Ronnie was taken aback and confused by Vere's words. "Owe? What do you mean?"Realizing his slip, Vere quickly recovered. "Uhmm, I meant you're welcome. Sorry, I remembered my friend; his name is the same as yours," he explained, smiling warmly at Ronnie."Ah, okay, hahaha," Ronnie chuckled, though a hint of curiosity lingered in his eyes.Despite Vere's attempt to redirect the conversation, Ronnie seemed intrigued by the slip-up. Nevertheless, they shared a light moment, both laughing at the easy camaraderie they shared.Later, as they conversed in Ronn
"You?" Crystal, Ronnie's visitor, exclaimed upon seeing Vere. Vere met her gaze and courteously greeted her, "Good afternoon, ma'am."Ronnie, taken aback by Crystal's arrival and the interaction between her and Vere, introduced them. "Ah, Crystal, this is Mr. Wayne, the one I told you about who saved me."Crystal's voice lowered as she acknowledged Vere, "Hello, Mr. Wayne. Nice to meet you for the second time around."Ronnie, slightly confused by their familiarity, inquired, "Oh, you know each other?"Vere nodded, maintaining his composure. "Yes, we've met before," he confirmed, careful not to reveal too much about their previous encounter.In that moment, despite sensing Crystal's apparent displeasure, Vere knew he had to remain composed, disregarding any impressions she might hold. Unbeknownst to them, the individuals they once knew were now in the presence of Vere, bearing a different face and name, yet still the same person.Vere felt a pang in his heart, realizing the company of
A few had boarded their respective vehicles and left. Vere waited a few minutes before driving towards the mansion. As he entered, he hurried to the CCTV screen to check and see who the visitors outside were. Despite scrutinizing the CCTV footage, the faces of the unfamiliar men didn't ring a bell. Vere was at a loss trying to identify these unexpected visitors loitering outside the mansion's gate.After reviewing the footage, Vere dialed Olivia. During their conversation, he mentioned the visitors, but Olivia denied knowing them, expressing her surprise at their unexpected arrival."Olivia, did you recognize those men in the video that I sent you?" Vere asked, concerned about lacing his voice."No, Mr. Wayne, I have no idea who they are. I wasn't expecting any visitors today or later as I am focusing on my business here in California," Olivia responded, her tone mirroring Vere's unease."This is puzzling. They didn't seem like delivery or service personnel," Vere pondered aloud, his
On that night, Vere drifted off while waiting for Olivia's text. The next morning, he was roused from slumber by the persistent ringing of his cell phone. Rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, he answered with a hint of grogginess."Hey, Olivia, I was worried about you!" Vere started, concern evident in his voice."I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, oh, hahaha, Wayne, I mean," Olivia replied, her voice tinged with inebriation."Are you... drunk?" Vere inquired, noting the telltale signs in her speech."Yeah, friends invited me to a birthday party," Olivia explained.Without skipping a beat, Vere dove into the purpose of his call: "I need you to know about Mr. Smith. He's going to sell his company.""Seriously?" Olivia's tone shifted to seriousness."Yes, and that's why I've been trying to reach you," Vere continued. "I've decided to buy his company.""This is the happiest news I've heard from you!" Olivia exclaimed, her enthusiasm apparent. "So, okay, what are you waiting for? Grab it!"Vere felt
But before Vere took any steps outside, he abruptly halted. Hastily, he ascended to the mansion's second floor, entering his room to retrieve the gun. Swiftly returning to the screen where they observed the parked car near the mansion, Vere continued monitoring the situation."Mr. Wayne, hold off on using the gun, especially if you're not sure who these people near the mansion are," Ronnie advised, his tone conveying concern.Vere glanced at Ronnie, acknowledging his words. "Yes, Ronnie. Thank you. I'm just really cautious in these situations, given past experiences," Vere explained, his eyes reflecting a sense of vigilance.Ronnie, understanding Vere's heightened state, nodded in agreement. He empathized with Vere's wariness, comprehending why he was on high alert.As they continued observing the screen, Vere kept a watchful eye on the parked vehicle, his instincts on edge. The uncertainty and the possibility of a threat lingered in the air, intensifying Vere's vigilance and wariness
Vere works as an employee under his boss. He wanted to ask for a pay raise due to the medical bill for his sick Mother. His boss instead humiliates him and mocks him for asking for a pay raise, and instead lowers his salary and threatens to fire him if he does not accept. Due to his Mom being sick, he needed the job and accepted begrudgingly. However, he soon found out that his girlfriend whom he loved dearly was cheating on him with his boss as her sugar daddy. Vere flipped out and tried to attack his boss, only to get thrown out to the streets after getting badly beaten. When he was angry at life for treating him this way, a beautiful lady clad in business dress approached him and told him to marry her. "Who are you? Vere questioned her with his weak voice. Vere gently opened his eyes after hearing a woman's voice say, "Hey, wake up." The world around him was blurry at first, but slowly, his surroundings came into focus. He found himself lying on a park bench, the harsh streetli
That afternoon the two had arrived at the café... As he sipped his coffee and watched the rain patter against the window, Mira arrived, her warm smile putting Vere at ease. "Vere, I've been thinking about our conversation," Mira began. "I understand that your family's financial situation is difficult. I still believe we can help each other, but we should discuss the details and set some ground rules." Vere nodded, grateful for Mira's pragmatism. They spent hours that evening discussing the logistics of their arrangement. They agreed on a clear plan: they would enter a fake marriage for a set period, enough to cover his mother's medical expenses. During this time, they would pool their resources, split the costs, and appear to be a married couple to the outside world. But behind closed doors, they would maintain their individual lives and personal boundaries. In the weeks that followed, Vere and Mira put their plan into motion. They met with a lawyer to ensure all the legalitie