The new agent was a bit confused, but Giola and Layla were gone before she could ask any questions.She turned to Richard, her confused look replaced with a polite, professional smile. “Good day sir, I’m Tesla. Please come with me” she said and led him to a private meeting room. On the other hand, Giola let out a sigh of relief, traces of anger still lingering in the furrow of her brows. She turned to Layla and sighed, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “Thank you for saving me from whatever nonsense that man had in store. Honestly, I don’t have time to waste nor the patience for rubbish.”Layla smirked. “Of course, darling. I can’t sit and watch you waste your time on that crook. You wouldn’t believe the number of people he’s duped…” She hissed, utterly disgusted. “The first day I met him, he tried to scam a five star restaurant where my friends and I went to eat. You need to see how he was beat up and thrown out!..”“The audacity of someone like him walking in here and pretending

Richard stepped out of the cab, his gaze lifting to the imposing structure of his newly purchased villa. He looked around and let out a sigh of relief. “Finally,” he muttered, smiling brightly, The grand, modern facade was a blend of sleek glass panels and soft beige stones with trimmed hedges. And at the center was also a beautiful fountain with flowers around. He grabbed his luggage from the car boot, paid and thanked the driver, before walking to the front door. As the door opened, he couldn’t deny the wave of calm that washed over him. It was ‘Peace’. Finally. The living room had luxurious furniture, high ceilings, and sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He exhaled deeply, feeling satisfied with his new home. The quiet was a stark contrast to the constant tension at Lydia’s home. No more Lydia. No more Lady Wilson. he thought, his lips curling into a small, relieved smile. After exploring a bit of the villa, Richard finally settled in. Moments late

“Great. Thank you,” Richard said and ended the call. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he walked back into the living room. “I apologize, but I need to head out. Something urgent has come up,” he informed with a polite tone. Sir Wilson rose from his seat, nodding understandingly. “No problem, Richard. I’ve got some things to take care of myself.”Lady Wilson and Lydia let out a sigh of relief, got up and murmured a few pleasantries.With that, everyone left the villa. Richard arrived at the restaurant in no time to meet with Mr Sterling. He found his way to the private room number stated in the address and knocked on the door.“Come in,” Mr Sterling’s voice came through from inside, calm and composed. Richard pushed the door open to find Mr Sterling seated at a round table, a small opened wooden box resting in front of him. “Ah, Mr Richard!” Mr Sterling greeted warmly, gesturing toward the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat.”Richard hurried to the table, his eyes lit

Richard arched an eyebrow, his expression still calm but tinged with a hint of amusement. He glanced at the security guards who looked uneasy after hearing Jordan’s claims. They didn’t know whether to go for Richard as well or not. Jordan, growing impatient with the guards’ hesitation to do something, sneered and snapped, “What are you waiting for? An invitation to his fan club?“Richard chuckled, shaking his head. “See who I was considering to help,” he muttered to himself.Initially Richard was considering whether or not to step in and help Jordan, but after seeing his behavior, he completely lost interest. He gave Jordan a final shake of his head, a mix of pity and disdain in his eyes, before turning to leave. The guards exchanged uneasy glances as they watched Richard leave, uncertainty still etched across their faces. They didn’t recognize Richard, and after Jordan’s claims, they were torn between stopping Richard or not. One of them cleared his throat and leaned towards t

Later in the day, Lydia arrived at Richard’s villa. Her father had instructed her to drive over and pick up Richard for the Vester’s banquet that was happening tonight. Upon hearing a knock on the door, Richard quickly went to get the door. Lydia strode in with confidence like she owned the place. She took a seat and crossed her legs before turning her condescending gaze to Richard. “My dad asked me to pick you up for the banquet,” she said and rolled her eyes. “When will you be ready?”Richard sighed internally. It’d have been best if Sir Wilson just didn’t bother, he thought. “Let me get dressed. I’ll be right back,” he said, turning to head to his room. “Please hurry up and don’t waste my time,” she called after him, her voice sharp to ensure he heard her. “Tch”After a while, Richard returned downstairs, ready to leave. The moment he walked in, she stood up, eyed him with intense disdain, and headed for the car. Richard, used to her behavior, didn’t mind her and quietly fo