71The saleswoman's eyes lit up with malicious glee as she declared the total once again. "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars, please." Darius stood there, facing the saleswoman's smug grin with an air of calm confidence. Inside, though, he was seething. How dare she assume he couldn't afford i
72The saleswoman's smirk twisted into a triumphant grin as she saw the two security guards approaching, ready to oust Darius from the store. Darius, however, held up a hand, motioning for them to wait. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned back to the saleswoman, his mind racing with frustra
73"How...how is this possible?" Howard stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "He can't be that rich, can he?"Lydia's eyes narrowed as she watched Darius and Leslie with a mix of resentment and disbelief. "I don't know, but we need to find out," she hissed, her voice laced with determination
74The next morning, Darius felt a surge of excitement as he made his way to the hospital. Today was the day he would finally take Mrs. Kinsey home. As he walked through the hospital corridors, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing her reaction to the surprise he had planned.Upon reac
75"Veronica," Mrs. Kinsey replied, her tone polite but lacking warmth, her gaze flickering over Veronica's impeccably styled hair and expensive attire. "What are you doing here?"Mrs. Kinsey clenched her fists, struggling to maintain her composure in the face of Veronica's snobbery. She remembered
76Veronica's smirk faltered for just a moment before she recovered, her eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "You? Living in the most expensive villa in the community?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with incredulity.Martha felt a surge of satisfaction at the look of shock on Veron
77As the fragile cup shattered against the marble floor, the tension in the room escalated. Martha's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the fallout.Veronica's eyes narrowed at the sound of the breaking porcelain, her lips thinning into a tig
78As Martha phone buzzed insistenly, Benjamin eyes narrowed, his expression darkening with impatience. "Pick it up," he commanded, his voice like ice. With a shaky breath, Martha answered the call, her voice barely above a whisper. "H-Hello?" she greeted, her words quivering with anxiety."Mrs. Ki
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