Evelyn sighed after James left. “Mom, you shouldn't have said that to him. That hurts.” She felt how frustrated James was. Grandma Aurora gave her a fierce stare and scoffed. “As if I care,” she replied coldly and sat back. Evelyn only shook her head and huffed. Meanwhile, Joshua inspected the scratch on the car and mumbled to himself, “How could she be so blind to have hit such an expensive car? This is beyond what I can afford. Besides, my mother is the one financing my luxurious lifestyle.” He shook his head. “No, I must find a way out of this. Something must be done. I can't let myself down like this.” He scratched the back of his head, thinking deeply. All of a sudden, something seemed to creep into his head. He nodded and muttered, “Yes.” Looking at the man, he asked, “How much does this thing cost in the market?” The man arched his brow, puzzled. Did he just call his brand-new Range Rover this thing? His heart twisted in anger. However, he managed to feign a s

Grandma Aurora chipped in, scoffing, “Evelyn, stop the defense. Not like he deserves it. This boy is such a dim-wit. Joshua helped Olivia, but he's not grateful to him.” Joshua's lips curled into a smug smile, hearing that. He folded his arms, enjoying the moment of drama. James felt a slight burn on his face. He looked at Olivia. She really slapped him because of Joshua? “Y—you really slapped me because of Joshua, Olivia?” He felt his voice stammering slightly. “And I'll do that again,” Olivia answered. “Joshua is a nobleman, and you should show him some respect!” James tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “Oh, I see,” he exclaimed, “indeed, praising blowing his trumpet. But you seem to have forgotten all the help I have rendered to you in a hurry.” Olivia gave him a cold hand in dismissal. “Please, spare me the joke. Is it the replica dress you bought for me that I should be grateful for?” Joshua coughed out as if choked with something. His eyes darte

James looked up at him, and a smirk escaped his lips. “What are hotels for? I mean….what do they do there?” Charles stared at him and scoffed. “And you want me to believe you're going to book a room there to pass the night?” James nodded. “You just said it,” he responded, casually. Charles raised an eyebrow and laughed. “Oh, please, spare me the joke,” he felt like laughing till eternity. “Your sense of humour is as disgusting as you. Not even the receptionist there will look at your face.” “Okay, if you say so,” James replied, returning his attention to his phone. He didn't want to garbage his precious time on this simpleton. Charles’ jaw clenched, realizing James wasn't giving him the attention he wanted. He gritted his teeth and said. “I'm going to the same place. I can't wait to watch you get humiliated.” Amused by that, James glanced at him and chuckled softly, his expression unreadable. He didn't bother to reply to him. He went back to his phone, responding to some of th

Entering the lobby, James' feet clinked softly against the marble floor, his expression focused as he ignored the luxurious decor around and walked straight to the receptionist's desk. “Hi, good evening to you,” James said, his voice calm and firm. The receptionist glanced up from the system, a hint of disdain in her eyes. Shifting her body slightly, she replied. “Good evening, sir! Welcome to the Luxe Hotel. How may I help you?” She asked with a practiced smile. James returned her smile. “Is there any room available?” He asked. The receptionist was reluctant. “Yes?” James swallowed hard and exhaled. He could sense that this lady was already looking down on him. “...uh…could you please tell me which one is available? Just want to spend the night here.” The receptionist looked at him, skeptical. “Sorry, sir. This isn't a place for jokes. We mean business here. Can you, please, tell me the reason you're here?” Her voice was slowly rising. “If it's the security guard post y

A few moments later, after James provided his details to the receptionist, she glanced up and extended a room key card to James.“Here's the key to enable you to gain access to your room,” she said. Then she made a call and added, “The staff member will be on his way, anything from now to take you to your room.”James smiled, thankful. “Alright. Thank you.” He replied.The receptionist nodded, smiling. “You're welcome.” However, her gaze still lingered on James. She cleared her throat as if trying to shake off fear. Reluctantly, she pressed, her voice calm but desiring. “Sorry to ask, sir….but are you anyway related to my Boss?”James looked at her, his expression unreadable.Her body shivered slightly. Her lips were trembling as she added, “Didn't mean to intrude…it's just so unusual. Giving a stranger the Penthouse without any batting eyes.” James huffed and shook his head. He responded politely, acting like he knew nothing. “I have no idea why he did that,” he spread his hands cas