Noah, recovering from his initial surprise, strode confidently towards the senior officers, his expression shifting into one of charm and pride. "Wow, what a display of force," he said, his tone smooth and flattering. "The commissioner sent you all here too? I must say, the criminal doesn't worth that much.I assure you, your junior officers are more than up to the task of apprehending him."Noah, his confidence growing, continued his attempt to charm the senior officers who stood there watching him without uttering a word. "In fact, I'll be sure to call the commissioner and thank him personally for sending such a highly skilled group of men. This is a real honor for me, and I appreciate the extra measures that have been taken to ensure the criminal's capture."Mr. Williams, his voice swelling with pride and reverence, chimed in to praise Noah. "When I say Noah is the man, I mean it. I am so proud of you, my future son-in-law. Your power and authority in this town are truly formidable
The web of influence and power that the Nathaniel's had woven was far-reaching. Though the Noah family may not have had any direct business dealings with the Nathaniel's, they were still a part of that web, connected by a thousand invisible threads to the Nathaniel's immense power and influence. And now, like a target, the Noah family had been back listed by them. Avery, her face a mask of nonchalance, stood up with a pride, her mocking smile sharp as a knife's edge. "Well, I think my business here is done. Time to hit the road," she announced, her voice dripping with a quiet confidence.Inside, her mind raced with Joy. She could already imagine the look of triumph on Jeremy's face when she told him the news.Her grandparents followed suit, Mrs. Williams, her voice cold, spoke with a measured tone. "Noah, you have to find a way out of this, and fast. The Nathaniel's are not to be trifled with," she warned, her words carrying the weight of experience. "I wish I could help you, but
As they stepped out into the bustling streets, Avery put a gentle but firm hand on Jeremy's arm, her expression now tinged with concern. "Are you sure we should be doing this? This is one of the most expensive malls in the city, and we didn't exactly plan for a shopping spree," she cautioned.Jeremy, his smile unwavering, took her hand in his, their fingers entwining. "My love, don't worry about a thing. Today, we're going to forget about budgets and stress and just enjoy ourselves. Trust me," he said, his voice full of reassurance.Avery, her concern for the future evident in her voice, persisted. "I'm serious, Jeremy. We can't just throw money around like it grows on trees. We should save it for something important, something that will benefit us long-term. We don't know when another windfall will come our way.""You seem to have forgotten we will be ten million dollar rich in three days time huh, " Jeremy teased and Avery smiled. "Even if we'll be richer than Midas in a few days,
Avery felt angry, frustrated, and embarrassed because of how Mr. Snow treated them. They kept having problems with other people, and Avery didn't understand why. She was feeling many things all at once.Avery couldn't help but wonder if there was something they were doing wrong. Why did they always seem to run into trouble? It seemed like no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't catch a break. Avery felt like they were stuck in an endless cycle of conflict and misunderstanding. She didn't know what to do or how to make things better.Mr. Snow's voice dripped with venom as he spat out his threat, his face twisted in a mask of menace. "You think you're so smart, huh? If you don't get out of my sight this instant, you'll be without a job before you can blink," he growled.Jeremy, however, stood his ground, his expression a picture of calmness. He had endured enough of this bullying behavior and was unwilling to cringe in the face of Mr. Snow's Threat.Avery, already burning with
Avery, though taken aback by the exorbitant price tag of the dress Jeremy had selected, had full faith in her husband. In the past 48 hours, she had witnessed firsthand the unfolding of events that had changed her mindset, and she trusted that Jeremy wouldn't have chosen a dress he couldn't afford.As the doubtful onlookers gawked at the extravagant garment, Avery turned to Jeremy, her expression one of calm assurance. She didn't need to question him; she knew, deep in her heart, that they would find a way to cover the cost. Amidst the silent stares of disbelief, Avery and Jeremy's exchange was that of a dance, one directed to perfection. Their subtle nods, discreet eye movements, and faint smiles were enough to communicate their unwavering confidence in one another.As the stunned crowd looked on, Jeremy moved towards the sales assistant, his steps showing a quiet authority that had been absent in the face of Mr. Snow's rant. "We'll take this dress," he said, his tone decisive and
Jeremy's declaration thundered through the air like a lightning bolt, electrifying the onlookers and silencing the whispers that had been circulating only moments before.The crowd gasped, their collective shock rippling through the store. The cashier, her face a mask of shock, stammered, "A-all of section 56? Sir, are you sure?""I've never been more sure," Jeremy replied, his voice ringing with conviction. "Ring up the purchase," he instructed, his gaze meeting the cashiers. "My wife deserves the best."A hush fell over the crowd, the onlookers staring at Jeremy with a mix of awe and disbelief. But he paid them no mind, his attention focused solely on the task at hand.The crowd buzzed with confusion, their questions reverberating through the store like wildfire. "Has Jeremy lost his mind?" "Does he even know what he's doing?" "How could a taxi driver possibly afford to buy an entire section of high-end clothes? He can't even afford the dress, let alone the whole section!" Thei
"This man must be insane if he thinks he can use us to further his goals," yelled one of the onlookers. "How can he claim to have such an enormous amount of money and yet act so modestly?"Jeremy, who had just presented the cashier with the credit card, remained unfazed by the crowd's reaction. His expression was calm and collected, exuding a sense of confidence that seemed to mock the onlookers' skepticism.Jeremy's eyes were locked onto the cashier's hands, which trembled slightly as she held the credit card. Clearly, she was the only person in the store besides Jeremy who understood the immense value of the card. Her gaze darted to Jeremy, her face betraying disbelief at the sight of such a simple-looking man possessing such an extraordinary piece of plastic. In her mind, the cashier questioned how a man of such average appearance could have come into possession of such a priceless card. She had only seen one other person with such a card, and he had been a man of great wealth.T
After several minutes of anxious waiting, the cashier returned, this time accompanied by a woman of distinguished poise and commanding presence. Her immaculately tailored suit and aura of quiet authority marked her as none other than the CEO of the establishment.The crowd quieted down at her arrival, the cashier's presence now eclipsed by the unmistakable authority of the CEO. Her eyes scanned the scene, taking in every detail of the commotion that had unfolded in her store.Before the CEO could utter a word, Mr. Snow, buoyed by the crowd's support, seized the initiative and launched into a swift condemnation of Jeremy. "Good day, madam," he said, addressing the CEO with a formal nod before turning to point an accusatory finger at Jeremy. "This fraudster here came to shop with his wife using an obviously stolen card, and for the betterment of your establishment, I suggest he be investigated thoroughly."The crowd murmured their permission, their whispers lending confidence to Mr. Sn