One week had passed. Richard was once again plagued by a series of disturbances intentionally sent by Gibson. This time, it wasn't hacking into his social media accounts, but a package left in front of his house containing photos of Richard with various women. People at the office were openly discussing all his misdeeds.Earlier that morning, Richard received another package. However, he hadn't opened it yet. He suspected it was another form of harassment and promptly threw the package into the trash can, especially since this time it was sent to his workplace."Why did you throw it away, Richard?" a familiar voice that Richard recognized called out to him.Richard immediately turned around as he was about to re-enter the lobby. He was startled to see the man standing behind him. "You, how did you get here?"Gibson casually walked towards Richard with his hands in his pockets. "Why are you so surprised? Am I that intimidating to you?"Richard chuckled in response to Gibson's comment.

Richard yelled loudly, visibly frustrated with the blinding camera flashes assaulting his senses. "Stop! Stop all of this, damn it!"Richard approached Gibson. He raised his hand, aiming to land a punch on Gibson, but Gibson quickly evaded his blow. Richard didn't give up that easily. He continued trying to land a punch on Gibson's face, but before he could, Gibson kicked Richard in the stomach, sending him tumbling to the floor.Richard coughed while clutching his aching stomach. He glared at Gibson. "You bastard!"Richard got up, determined to get to Gibson. He couldn't accept what Gibson had done to him. With all his might, Richard moved quickly towards Gibson, throwing a swift punch, but it was in vain as Gibson effortlessly dodged every strike.Before Richard could retaliate against Gibson, the journalists who had finished taking pictures swarmed him. "Is it true that you're involved in a major scandal with adult film actors? You're often seen with multiple partners. Is one of yo

Gibson is still frustrated with the information he heard yesterday. He's angry and upset because he couldn't meet Kiara. In his room, Gibson is seriously thinking about finding out Kiara's plans if that's indeed what they intend to do."They just can't stop; causing harm to Calista wasn't enough. And now, they want to repeat that vile act. What should I do now?"Gibson paces back and forth in his room, his mind filled with worry for Calista. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. Currently, Calista is in the spotlight of the media. Her career is on the rise, and things are looking up for her.If something happens to Calista, it's not just her safety that's at risk but also her career. It could affect Calista's hard-earned popularity, and the competition between them is something Gibson can't avoid. However, that doesn't mean Gibson wants to make the situation more complicated and heated. He continues to search for a way out of all that's happening.Meanwhile, in her room, Cali

Kiara's mother held her reddened wrist, bearing the marks of Gibson's grip. Her eyes narrowed with anger."Just wait and see, I'll retaliate for this. You... will never receive forgiveness from me! I'll make you suffer far from this!" Kiara's mother declared, clenching her fists to contain her rage.Gibson merely smirked in disdain and sat back down, his anger seething deep within him. He couldn't fathom being humiliated and insulted like this.This meeting yielded no results; it only deepened the hatred and resentment between them. A meeting that should have brought clarity, even the chance of laughter shared for the sake of peace. But it seemed their feud was far from over. Their situation remained volatile, ready to escalate further.Gibson could only sigh heavily, realizing that their relationship would never return to how it once was.Kiara's mother hailed a taxi, her frustration evident. "Drive, quickly!" she snapped with irritation and a raised voice, startling the taxi driver.

On that evening, Gibson was on the villa's terrace, gazing at the night sky. The slightly chilly air didn't require him to wear a jacket or sweater; he was accustomed to this mild nighttime cold. Gibson's mind was filled with the complexities of his life, reflecting on all the experiences that had brought him to this point, to a house that wasn't his.Gibson, a diligent and hardworking man, often found himself working tirelessly just to stay afloat in a fiercely competitive company. He navigated a workplace filled with backstabbing and duplicity, where his position as an ordinary employee was frequently threatened. However, his dedication earned him the trust of his superiors, allowing him to attend events outside the office and, in the process, making him a target for many of his colleagues.Initially, everyone treated him kindly and began to see Gibson as a friend rather than an adversary. But it turned out that it was all a facade. They only sought to exploit his innocence, as he c