Chapter one.As the taxi pulled through the busy streets of Los Angeles, heading towards the Central Hospital, Elvis Degreen couldn't contain his excitement to meet his mother-in-law, who had just survived the deadly lipolous disease, and his wife, who had been taking care of her.The past few months had been hell for the Reyker family as they tried to raise the money for Mrs. Reyker's surgery. Fortunately, last week, Elvis was able to receive his ten-year arrears from his job and had immediately transferred the entire two million dollars to his wife Arabella's account for his mother-in-law's surgery, even though he had initially planned to use his arrears to start his dream fashion firm and his wife's cosmetic shop."I'm sure she's busy. Oh, poor Arabella, the past week has been tedious for her," Elvis quipped as he dialed his wife's number for the fifth time, but there was no response.The past two years had been nothing but bliss for Elvis and Arabella. There was no doubt about how

Chapter ThreeElvis turned to leave the elderly man, but his conscience couldn't let him go. Even though the man was a stranger, he had saved his life, and the man wasn't stopping him from leaving.He took a deep breath as he turned to face the man. "Fine! I'll take the card, but I doubt I'll be needing it because I am not who you think I am!" He said with a calm tone, reciprocating the respect the man had shown him.The elderly man hastily gave Elvis the transparent envelope. Elvis gave it a last glance before walking out of the mansion.For someone who had been run over by a car three days ago and who had woken up with an excruciating migraine, he felt surprisingly relieved and pain-free.The elderly man's touch had magically taken away the migraine. To Elvis, there was a logical explanation for that. With how beautiful the mansion was, it was obvious the elderly man worked for a wealthy family. He was sure they had hired the best doctor to help fasten his healing, and the therapy t

Chapter Five Elvis tried not to show his shock as he stared at the screen of the machine. That was a lot of money. He had never envisioned owning such an amount."Could the old man be telling the truth when he claimed I was the heir to a family I know nothing about? My birthday was truly the password needed to access the card!" Elvis thought to himself.Anita, seeing Elvis was lost in thought, quickly composed herself, not wanting to annoy him with her reaction. Elvis was the biggest client she had seen since her years as the general manager, and the last thing she wanted was to lose him. His investment remaining in their bank would mean a lot to their portfolio.She cleared her throat and spoke softly with great respect, "I'm sorry, sir, if I overreacted...I was a bit unprofessional.""It's fine. I'll be on my way now!" Elvis said, standing up from the chair. He didn't want to waste any more time; there was a lot he needed to figure out about himself.Anita immediately spoke, ready

Chapter seven Elvis and Anita entered the opulent auction hall, with Anita quickly guiding Elvis toward the jewelry section. As Elvis glanced around, he couldn't help but marvel at the extravagance surrounding him, seeing well-known faces from TV, magazines, and newspapers dressed in their finery.Anita's soft voice broke through his thoughts. "I believe I've found the ring you were interested in," she said, leading him to a corner of the jewelry section. "There it is." Her excitement was palpable.Elvis's eyes fell upon the ring, and instantly, a throbbing pain shot through his head like a bullet. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to cry out as he suppressed the sudden onset of the debilitating migraine.In Anita's office, the same ring had triggered the intense pain, and he worried that his reaction might look suspicious. Anita, unaware of the agony wracking his body, turned to him with a smile."Sir Elvis, what do you think of it? Isn't it exquisite?""Yes, it is," he strugg

Chapter nineThe room fell silent as Ernest Wishford and the young man accompanying him entered the hall. The only sound was the clicking of Ernest's shoes on the marble floor as he walked with effortless grace and authority.The atmosphere was thick with reverence, as even the wealthiest individuals in attendance dared not meet his gaze. Everyone bowed their heads in respect, except for two individuals: Albert West, who seemed unfazed due to his family's influential status, and Elvis, who was unfamiliar with Ernest's reputation and therefore showed no sign of intimidation.Elvis's gaze locked onto the young man standing behind Ernest Wishford, and his eyes widened in recognition. This was the same person who had rushed to summon the elderly man in the mansion when Elvis had first awakened.A flurry of questions swirled in Elvis's mind. What was this young man doing here? Was he intent on retrieving the card and exposing Elvis's true identity? Or was this all an elaborate trap design