Meanwhile, Olivia arrived at Harris’ compound, Mary's place, with her old Nissan Versa. She drove further into the available space in the parking lot and came to a halt, carefully parking. As Olivia stepped out, her gaze fell on the cars already parked there, and she gasped audibly, apprehending the force Mary's father's birthday party would carry. Beside her car were Mercedes AMG, Rolls-Royce, Range Rover, etc. Hers was the only odd one out. Olivia's face blushed with a mix of shame and embarrassment, but she tried to keep a composed demeanor as she saw more cars driving in. James then stepped out too, and a shocking shiver ran down his spine. “Wow, these are mind-blowing.” He admitted, his voice wavering. However, he tried not to stare much to avoid being embarrassed as he followed Olivia from behind. The compound was filled with people of caliber, all well-dressed. The men were dressed up; some were in gray suits with their luxury watches situated around their wrists, an

As James entered the hall, his foot stepping onto the glossy marble floor, his jaw dropped to the ground in astonishment. The hall was an extravagant room, feeling luxurious and grand. The high ceilings held a sparkling chandelier raining down lights, and the walls were adorned with ornate rugs, priceless artwork exuding wealth. The velvet sofas and intricately carved wooden tables were plushly arranged in the hall. James' eyes darted to the huge windows draped with heavy, flowing curtains, then to the crystal vases filled with fresh-scented flowers; he gasped audibly. Every detail felt rich and intentional. “This…..is called wealth,” James mumbled, impressed. Glancing around the hall filled with people trying to take their seats, James spotted Olivia with a lady, having a conversation, and he walked towards them. Meanwhile, among the crowd, a lady dressed in a crop-topped shirt and a pair of pants revealing her soft and smooth thighs, embraced Olivia in a warm hug, smiling br

Everyone gasped in shock as Mary confirmed with a shaky voice. Murmur arose from the guests. “You heard that, didn't you?” One person nudged the person next to him, his jaw dropping to the ground. “He didn't say much, but he just transferred that huge amount of money without batting his eyelashes. The person nodded, clearly taken aback, “I can hear everything. No wonder it's being said that the rich ones don't show themselves; their doings will show them. Unlike the other, who, after announcing with pride and many words, didn't do close to what he did.” As he said that, Joshua turned and gave him a very deadly gaze. Then he looked at Mary and shook his head, doubt laced in his voice, “T—that can't be possible,” his voice faltered, and his eyes widened. “B—but it's true.” Mary's voice was still unsteady. She showed him the confirmation alert, and Joshua staggered backward. Joshua looked at James with bewildered eyes, “H—how did you do it? Where did you get such money from?” Hi

The man's words cut through the air, hanging like a thick crowd. His expression was dangerously dark as it steadied on Olivia's. Olivia felt a sharp fear that ran all over her body. This was a brand new Range Rover for God's sake. Where on earth would she have much money to buy a new one for someone when she isn't financially stable? Her pulse quickened, her eyes bleeding for forgiveness, “Sir,” she found the courage to start, but her voice still stammered, “Please, understand me, I'm just a struggling woman who takes care of everyone in the family, including my husband. The little company I'm running now is also going bankrupt. I know your car means a whole lot to you, but please, I don't have any money to get you a new car. If I had such money, I wouldn't be riding in this car of mine. Please, have—” Olivia was hoping that after explaining all this to this man, he would at least have a rethink, thereafter forgiving her. However, the man shut her up angrily. Olivia was take

James slammed his hand on the desk, enraged. The cashier was taken aback at the unexpected display. Gabriel blinked, his eyes darting to James. The slamming drew little attention from the onlookers at the place. However, they just walked away, not really taking it seriously. “What's that question supposed to mean?” James snarled at the cashier. “Do I look like I'm here for a joke? Didn’t I know I was capable before coming here?” His eyes were becoming red with rage. “I'm sorry, sir,” the cashier winked, her lips vibrating as she quickly apologized, “I was just trying to be sure before I could proceed with anything.” Her voice was soft. She continued, “We've experienced lots of incidents like this where young men around your age will come here and, after agreeing on everything, they'll end up not buying again.” James was calm. He knew how painful and frustrating this could be. “But I'm not them. Everyone shouldn't be treated like they have the same fate.” The cashier nodde