Elvis was left speechless; he glanced at his brother, who was also stunned by what had happened. “Did she just block me because of this lowlife, Jack?” Elvis said to himself, as his expression turned crimson. “Come on, let's go.” Jack smiled when he saw the expressions on their faces; they got what they deserved; if they had stayed in their lane, this wouldn't have happened. They watched as Vivian held Jack's hand while walking towards the entrance. Elvis rolled his hand on his hand, his hand curled into a fist, before slamming it so hard on the desk; not only was he humiliated, but he felt embarrassed. His action got the attention of others. “I am going to teach that foolish jack a lesson he wouldn't never forget in his lifetime.” He said with gritted teeth. Outside the restaurant, Jack pulled away. “Don't act like everything is fine, I want those images to be deleted.” “Is that how to thank me for saving you,” she asked. Jack glared at her before he mouthed coldly. “

Vivian felt her heart throbbing, and his words hit her. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy but she wouldn’t go home without expressing herself. “Jack, I know what I did was bad. I take the blame for it.” She said with a low and apologetic tone. Mr. Harrison’s gaze moved from Vivian to his son, Jack, and back to Vivian. He felt something was amiss, and he would need an explanation. “Can someone tell me what’s going on?” He abruptly questioned. She swallowed hard; her lips parted open but no words came out. She knew he was still upset about what had happened between them. Jack stepped in to unfold the truth. Everyone in the dining room was taken aback by what they just heard. Mr. Nelson stared at his daughter with his brow wide in disbelief. He felt angry but kept his cool; his daughter lied to him; she never informed him about what she did. “Why would you do that?” Mr. Harrison questioned, and now fathom why his son had been angry at her. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean for it to hap

“I can see he is showing off. It should work, or else he will be arrested.” Another person said. The salesperson kept a serious gaze, as she began accessing the things bought by the other customers. When she was through with the last person, she raised her brow, taking a glance at Jack. “It’s worth $35,000 for everything.” “Okay,” he nodded, turning to the two men who had been standing at the door making sarcastic statements. “Do you care for anything?” The men exchanged glances then, One of them nodded, while the other refused. “Take what you want.” Without hesitation, the man rushed into the store and got a shirt and sneakers. His friend shook his head, he was scared Jack wouldn’t be able to pull the transaction. Then to his driver, who didn’t hesitate to pick three shirts, a pair of jeans and sneakers.” “So how much in total?” “It’s $50,400.” Jack handed her his card. The customers who picked a few things didn’t move; they were curious to know how it would unfold; the

Mr. Nelson Sancho sighed softly, “I don’t know, but this is a big event; everyone will be there. He might as well be there,” Vivian raises her head, her eyes darting from her father to the ticket and back to her father. “Are you sure he is going to show up at the concert?” she asked with her voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Nelson Sancho exhaled heavily, “Yes, I am sure. He will make it to the event.” He replied, not knowing if he was right or wrong, but he just wanted his daughter to feel happy. “Then, I will go. I would love to see him again, and this time, I will make sure he forgives me and takes me as his girlfriend.” Mr Nelson Sancho nodded, “You will need to eat your food; you wouldn’t want him to see you look like this. Your collarbone is becoming visible.” “Okay, I will eat. Thank you, Daddy,” she said, smiling. Then, hug her father, who wrapped his arm around her, feeling relief. “You heard her; get her something to eat,” he instructed the maid who had been standing

“Look, who is here?” someone said from behind. “Jack the errand boy.” Jesse made a mockery of him. Jack tossed his gaze towards the direction he heard the voice; he clenched his jaw and then ignored Jesse Warren and Clara Grant as he held Anna’s hand while walking towards the counter. They placed an order for two soft drinks, and the bartender handed them the drink, “Thank you,” he said as he took the drink from the counter. Jesse stood in front of Jack, but Jack tried to move away. “Where do you think you are going, Jack? I can see you now have wings, but no matter how big your wings are, you can’t fly higher with it.” He sneered. Jack frowned his face, with his jaw clenched. He peered through Jesse’s shoulder, and behind him were Eric and Elvis Hilton, birds of the same feathers. “I wonder how you got the money to pay for the ticket, or did you steal from someone.” Vivian stopped, as she hid at a spot glancing at them. She wouldn’t want to be seen by Jack or Jesse Warre