As Elvis stepped into the mansion, he was struck by its grandeur. The high ceilings, marble floors, and crystal chandeliers sparkled in the light, creating a dazzling display of opulence. He wandered through the spacious halls, taking in the fine artwork and intricate furnishings. The mansion was enormous, with room after room of lavish decor.Elvis couldn't help but wonder what his family had been thinking when they built this mansion in the estate. It was unlike anything he had ever known. He recalled the first mansion he had seen, the one where he had woken up after his accident. That one had been grand too, but this one felt different. This one felt calmer, more serene.Just as he was taking in the view from a large window, a soft voice spoke behind him. "Sir, I'm at your service. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." Elvis turned to see a maid standing patiently, a gentle smile on her face.He nodded, still trying to process the sudden change in his lifestyle. The

Elvis sat on the bed, his mind reeling from the events of the past twenty-four hours. His life had changed in ways he couldn't comprehend, and he struggled to distinguish reality from dreams. He stood up, his eyes scanning the luxurious room. Every detail seemed meticulously crafted, from the expensive bed to the plush couch and sleek toilet.As he walked around, he tapped on various surfaces, feeling the high-quality materials beneath his fingertips. The sensation was almost surreal, as if he was floating through a world that wasn't quite his own.His gaze fell upon the wardrobe, and he opened it with a sense of curiosity. Rows of tailored suits, crisp shirts, and perfectly pressed trousers greeted him. Elvis's eyes widened as he realized he didn't need to get anything else. This butler, whoever he was, had come prepared.A whispered phrase escaped Elvis's lips as he gazed at the array of clothes. "This butler man really came prepared." He couldn't shake the feeling that the man had

The hoodlums' boss sneered at Mama Rachel, his voice dripping with malice. "So, are you ready to cooperate now?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Bring my money right now, or I'll have my men destroy everything in this restaurant. I've given you much grace, and it's time to pay up."Mama Rachel stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I have the receipt right here," she said, her voice firm. "It shows I've paid for the year. I'm not supposed to be subjected to this kind of embarrassment and threat."The hoodlums' boss snorted in derision. "I think you don't get it," he said, his voice cold. "I decide who has paid and who hasn't. And you, being an old woman, should learn to mind yourself and not try to be wiser than you are."Elvis's anger was palpable as he stepped forward. "Watch your tongue, man," he growled, his voice low and menacing.The hoodlums' boss's eyes snapped to Elvis's, and he smiled cruelly. "Ah, you want to play tough, huh?" he said, but before he coul

The door to the restaurant swung open, and a hoodlum rushed in, his eyes scanning the room frantically. "What's taking so long?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency. "The boss has been calling and calling. I think he's in the vicinity and trying to reach you."The hoodlum boss's face paled, fear flickering in his eyes. "Is it sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.One of his men nodded, his expression grim. "We're already in trouble if the boss is looking for us. We need to deal with this idiot quickly before he sees anything."Before they could react, the door swung open again, and a menacing figure strode in. The mafia boss was a towering figure, his face a map of scars that seemed to tell a thousand stories. His eyes gleamed with an icy intensity, and his presence seemed to fill the room with an aura of fear.The hoodlums snapped to attention, their faces frozen in respect. Mama Rachel's eyes widened as she took a step back, her heart racing with fear. She knew that

Victoria's eyes sparkled with pride as she boasted about her fiancé. "My fiancé is a big deal in this city. He's from the influential Lester family. When he speaks, even the Mafias and underground bosses listen." She glanced at Elvis, who was leaning against the wall, his expression unbothered. Mama Racheal smiled warmly at Victoria, then turned to Elvis. "It's nice of your fiancé help to have arrived on time, Victoria. But I must say, Elvis's bravery impressed me. He was willing to defend me even when those thugs were armed."Victoria's face darkened, her eyes flashing with annoyance. She didn't like how her mother was making Elvis seem important. To Victoria, Elvis was still the pathetic orphan she'd despised years ago. She cleared her throat loudly, her voice dripping with condescension. "Well, Mother, at least Elvis isn't a complete waste anymore. He's managed to find some use in his miserable life."As she spoke, Elvis's eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He sh