15 Darius stood in the center of the grand room, the weight of the Werner family's disbelief pressing down on him like a thick fog. His mind raced, a plan forming amidst the sea of doubt and mockery that filled the air. He knew he had one shot to convince them, but the truth of his identity was a
16 Darius took the card, his hand slightly shaking. "I... I don't know what to say, Mr. Sanchez. Thank you," he murmured, feeling a mix of gratitude and relief wash over him. Sanchez waved his thanks away. "It's only my duty, young Master." However, the conversation took another turn, and Sanchez
17 Darius' heart was racing as he drove to the county clerk's office. Leslie's call had caught him completely off guard. Marriage? He barely had time to process living in the villa, and now this. His mind swirled with questions. The building where Darius parked his car didn't look special at all f
18 As Leslie’s words echoed through the opulent hallway, a silence descended on the gathering. Darius felt Leslie’s hand squeeze his hand. Lord Werner, his face a mask of shock and fury, took a step forward. His hands, hidden in the folds of his expensive suit, balled into fists. "Married?" he spu
19 Lord Werner's eyes narrowed, a flicker of interest amidst the storm of anger. "You think you can manage that? you can undo this mess? Your naivety is astounding." he sneered, disbelief coloring his tone. Darius nodded with a small smile. Think he could do it? How laughable! He'll definitely do
20 Fiona, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, looked at Leslie with a hard, calculating gaze. "Leslie, we need to think clearly now. There's only one way we can fix this mess. But first, we need a place to strategize. We can't stay here." Leslie, her heart heavy, could barely meet her
21 Darius arrived at The Velvet Spoon, Strawberry City's most opulent dining establishment. The grandeur of the place took him by surprise, with its crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the plush velvet seats and marble floors that seemed to sparkle underfoot. He was here to meet Mr. Sanche
22 The waiter, under the weight of Lydia and Howard's influence, gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, but if you don't leave voluntarily..." "What? You'll make me?" Darius's eyes narrowed, his stance firm. He could feel the eyes of the other diners on him, the air thick with tension. At that moment, Ly