As they made their way to the dining room, Gabriel couldn't shake the feeling of tension emanating from Mikealson McConnell, Camella's father. He knew that Mickelson hadn't been pleased with their marriage, a fact that had always weighed heavily on him.Once they were all settled at the table, Camella noticed her father's discomfort and decided to share some good news to brighten up the atmosphere. "Dad, I have something exciting to tell you," she began, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've been promoted to Sales Manager at work!"Mikealson's expression softened slightly at the news, though he still regarded Gabriel with a hint of skepticism. "Congratulations, Camella. That's wonderful news," he said, mustering up a smile for his daughter.Nora, ever eager to sing Fredrick's praises, chimed in, "And we must thank Fredrick for his support. He's been quite helpful to our family lately."Mickelson nodded in agreement, though his expression remained guarded. "Indeed, Fredrick. Thank yo

Camella's frustration boiled over as she faced off against her mother, her voice filled with righteous indignation. "You've gone too far, Mother!" she exclaimed, her words ringing out with authority. "That was a genuine antique, and you've destroyed it without a second thought!"Nora's expression remained impassive, her gaze unwavering as she shrugged off Camella's accusations. "I don't care," she replied dismissively, her tone dripping with disdain. "Your husband is a disgrace, and I won't tolerate his presence in my house any longer."Camella's jaw clenched as she fought to contain her anger, her eyes blazing with fury. "He may be my husband and whatever you think of him, but he doesn't deserve this kind of treatment," she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion.Just then, an antique expert at the party, intrigued by the commotion, stepped forward to examine the broken pieces scattered on the floor. With a practiced eye, he assessed the fragments and confirmed what Gabriel had

After leaving the McConnell House, Gabriel stopped by an ice cream shop to buy his daughter her favorite ice cream. As Jessie happily savored her ice cream, Gabriel moved a few steps away to make his call, ensuring his daughter remained in sight. He dialed Butler Moore's number, his voice low but filled with determination."Hello, Butler Moore? It's Gabriel. I need you to do me a favor," he began, his tone serious.Butler Moore's voice crackled through the phone. "Of course, sir. What do you need?"Gabriel leaned against the wall of the ice cream shop, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution. "I want you to teach Frederick Walter and his father a lesson. They've crossed a line, and it's time they faced the consequences."Butler grunted in understanding, his tone indicating that he was already formulating a plan. "Consider it done," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “I'll take care of it personally."Satisfied with Butler Moore's assurance, Gabriel ended the call an

Camella got home and proceeded to make dinner for her and her family. As she stirred the simmering pot on the stove, Jessie bounced into the kitchen, her face beaming with excitement. "Mom, guess what?" she exclaimed, tugging at Camella's apron.Camella turned to her daughter, a smile playing on her lips. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked, setting down the wooden spoon."Daddy took me to the park today, and we played tag, and he even pushed me on the swings!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness.Camella's heart swelled with pride and gratitude as she listened to Jessie's recount of her day with Gabriel. "That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart," she said, reaching out to ruffle Jessie's hair affectionately.Just then, Gabriel walked into the kitchen, his expression softening as he saw Jessie's excitement. "Hey, champ," he said, his voice gentle. "How was your day?"Jessie's face lit up even more at her father's attention. "It was awesome, Dad! Mom is making the best dinn

Gabriel sent a message to the general manager as he reached the security room, asking to meet him soon. Then he entered the room after tucking his phone in his pocket. “Oh, look who's here to beg to get his job," the security man jabbed upon sighting Gabriel. Gabriel's gaze hardened as he met the head of security's mocking tone with a steely glare, refusing to let the man get under his skin. "I'm not here for my old job," he replied evenly, his voice laced with authority. "I have a meeting with the general manager." The head of security scoffed, his expression dripping with disdain. "Oh, look who's suddenly important," he sneered. "What, did you come back to beg for alms then?" Gabriel's jaw clenched at the insinuation, but he maintained his composure. "I'm here on official business," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "And as the head of security, you should show some respect." The head of security bristled at Gabriel's words, his pride wounded. "And what's that s