“You’ve got steady hands, Richard,” Sia whispered seductively as she stared lustfully at him, biting her lower lips. “Bet they’re good for more than just handling herbs.” Richard flashed her a quick awkward smile, “mm-hmm” and returned his focus to sorting the herbs. Suddenly, a clattering sound echoed in the room and when Richard turned to see, he was met by a familiar sight; Katya’s lacy pants. Clearly, she had intentionally dropped the container at Richard’s feet, leaning over to pick it up. She knew her short skirt would lift just enough to reveal her underwear. Though used to things like this, Richard felt his face heat up and he quickly looked away, pretending not to see anything. “Richard!” An urgent voice burst through the door. “Is there an emergency?” His voice was urgent as he washed his hands, ready to respond. “It’s Ginny! She- she’s not breathing well. You need to hurry!” the apprentice gasped. Without hesitation, he left for her ward. Richard w

“Delilah, I had no idea Sir Morrigan had fallen into a coma. Please, I’d like to see him.” Delilah frowned, “Are you trying to insinuate that I’m lying or something? You know what, follow me,” she ordered and led him to a room. She decided that she wouldn’t argue with him. She would just take him to see for himself then maybe he would finally give up on the engagement. Richard’s eyes widened slightly at the sickly old man lying unconscious on the bed. He increased his pace to take a look and it was really Sir Morrigan. All the color from the old man’s face had drained. Even his lips were chapped and purple. Every breath he took seemed to drag on forever and he looked as if he were barely hanging on, like a light slowly dimming. Richard lifted his hand gently and took a look at his palm, “Oh no! He has been afflicted with Viperis.” “What the hell is Viperis?” Delilah asked, her face twisting into a scowl. Richard’s expression grew grim as he shook his head, “Sir Mo

Lydia raised an eyebrow and let out a short dismissive laugh. She opened the door wide and stepped aside, “Richard, the Rolls-Royce you rented and the actor you hired are here for you.” Without giving it a second thought, she already assumed that Richard had formulated all of it to pretend he was wealthy in front of them. “Good day sir.” The young man bowed. “Your ride is right outside.” Richard immediately recognized that they were from Janae and got up to leave. “I’ll be on my way now,” he told Sir Wilson and bid him farewell. Lydia kissed her teeth loud enough for him to hear, “You’re so pathetic, for real. At least you should have made your looks align with the wealth you’re trying to fake before anything.” Richard ignored her, walked past her and left. Lady Wilson crossed her arms and laughed. “Did he really think we’d be that gullible? Renting a top luxury car and bringing in actors.” “He thought we’d be dazzled and fall at his feet,” Lydia replied and lau

“Since when did determining who stays and leaves this restaurant depend on you?” Richard asked her, raising an eyebrow. He really didn’t want to come off as being rude as that’s just not who he is, but Lydia’s attitude wasn’t helping matters. Lydia angrily pointed her index finger at his face, “This is why I don’t like you; you’re a nobody but still very arrogant,” her brows furrowed in irritation. “You’re shit!” Richard chuckled lightly. “Well, I do not need you to like me, Lydia.” “And just in case you’re worried I might end up marrying you, you have nothing to worry about,” he added. “In fact, I will let your father know that the engagement would be canceled.” Lydia’s brows furrowed deep, pulling together at the center as her eyes narrowed too, “Why are you pretending like you wouldn’t kill to be engaged to a beautiful lady like me??” Her brows furrowed deeper then she let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, I see it now. This whole act of yours– pretending to be uninterested in m

After hearing the employee mention the black card, a ripple of murmurs spread across the lobby. Some whispered in awe, while others stared in disbelief, trying to catch a glimpse of the big wig holding the black card! “Oh my God! It’s really the Supreme black card!” Ty Dwayne, one of the city’s elite exclaimed in a low tone. The Supreme black card was an extremely rare symbol with only a few dozen people in the world possessing one. While only five people in Kora had it. It represented the highest of the highest wealth and status, reserved for the ultra rich. The employee straightened up, “P-please, this way, sir,” she said, nervously leading him to the verification area. Richard calmly strode behind her, paying zero attention to the murmurs. The eyes of the customers followed the card as he moved, gazing at it with curiosity and surprise. Lydia, who was conducting her business at a nearby desk couldn’t help but notice the commotion. Her eyes narrowed in curi