33 The tension in the emergency room shattered as the doors swung open with a sharp snap, admitting John Lucre. Tall and imposing, with streaks of silver threading through his once-black hair, he carried the authority of a seasoned patriarch. His sharp, calculating gaze swept the room, instantly co
34 Darius, his anger barely contained, stepped forward, his voice tinged with contempt. "You stroll in here as if you own the place. It’s despicable!" John, with a dismissive flick of his hand and a sneer, retorted sharply. "Of course I do. I'm John Lucre. This is how power works, you 'nobody'. Yo
35 The room fell silent, the weight of Dr. Martin's words hanging heavily in the air. John's mouth opened, then closed, his usual confidence deflated by the firm rejection from someone he couldn't bully or influence. Dr. Martin turned to walk away, then paused, glancing back at John with a final n
36 Darius gave Mrs. Kinsey's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I'll be back to check on you soon. Please rest and focus on recovering." He turned and walked briskly out of the room, his mind racing. Back in the orphanage, chaos unfolded in Mrs. Kinsey’s absence. Leslie, who had come to vi
37 Leslie's heart fluttered with worry as she processed Darius’s location. "You're at Sanchez's company now? Darius, please wait for me there. I'm coming over," she insisted, her voice a mix of determination and concern. "I can wait, Leslie. But what's this about?" Darius's voice held a note of cu
38 Darius, despite the insults, kept his composure. His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he felt the anger bubble up within him. He breathed in deeply, his chest rising and falling noticeably, trying to keep his response measured. "Ray, your concern for my affairs is, as always, misplaced and
39 Ray’s temper flared, but he caught the eye of Mrs. Simmons, who was watching him closely, her expression unyielding. He exhaled sharply, trying to temper his anger. He didn't want to make a scene in front of Mr. Sanchez's secretary, aware that it could hurt his family's interests. "Look, Mrs. S
40 Her eyes darted up to meet Mr. Sanchez’s, seeking confirmation that what she was seeing was real. “Yes, it’s what you think it is,” Mr. Sanchez said, his voice now infused with a warmth that hadn’t been there before. “Based on your commitment and the potential I see in your family's company, I
Olivia only had eyes for Darius. She greeted him with a radiant smile and pulled him into a warm hug. "Darius, it's wonderful to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it."Her kindness toward Darius, when others had once scorned her, was not lost on those present.Darius warmly returned Olivia’s
Darius said calmly to Jason, "I have nothing to prove to small minds like yours. My keys, if you please."Sensing that Darius wasn't getting riled up, Jason gripped the keys tighter, sneering. "Admit what we all know deep down—you’re not living the high life, poor boy." Laughter echoed around them.
285But before Darius could respond, he noticed Jason approach with Brianna on his arm. Jason’s face was twisted in a sneer as he eyed Darius, clearly irritated by the attention he was receiving."Pretending to be rich now, are we, Darius?" Jason said in a mocking tone. Darius could see the jealousy
284As Darius West stepped into Chez Michel, the warm greeting from the maître d' momentarily eased his tension. "Good evening, sir. May I have the name for your reservation?""Darius West. I'm here for Miss Olivia Donna's party," he replied, keeping his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in
283Few hours after Sanchez left, Darius' phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his old friend Eric calling. He answered with a calm tone, despite the whirlwind of thoughts still brewing in his mind."Hello, Eric. What's up?" Darius said, leaning back in his chair."Darius, mate! Great n
282The next day, Darius woke up feeling the weight of last night's conversation with Max still lingering in his mind. His body ached slightly from the tension, but there was no time to dwell on it. After a quick, cold shower to shake off the fatigue, he dressed in his usual sleek, understated suit, his mind already racing through the tasks ahead.Stepping into his Eclipse, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, the engine purring beneath him as he drove toward the office. The city blurred by, but his thoughts were sharp. Jason’s plan, Max’s betrayal—it all simmered under the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike back.Once inside his office, the cool, modern interior did little to settle his nerves. He tossed his briefcase on the desk and immediately reached for the phone, dialing Mr. Sanchez’s number. The line rang only once before it was answered."Good morning, young master," Mr. Sanchez’s voice greeted, calm and professional as always.Darius didn’t waste time with pleas
"I don’t want any part of this," Max’s voice cracked through the phone, clearly strained. "That’s why I’m calling you. I’m out. Whatever Jason’s planning, I want no involvement. I just thought you should know."Darius stopped pacing, his brows furrowing as suspicion bubbled inside him. "You’re sudde
280Darius stormed into the villa, his mind racing as he dialed Eric's number. The phone rang twice before Eric's voice answered, sounding strained."Darius? What's up?""What’s up?" Darius repeated, his voice hard. "Why didn’t you tell me you fought Jason tonight? Are you okay?"Eric exhaled sharpl
279Just as Darius was pulling into his driveway, his phone rang again, cutting through the silence. Without glancing at the caller ID, he picked up, already anticipating Brianna's voice on the other end. His frustration boiled over immediately."What now, Brianna?" he barked into the phone, his gri