As Jade stood before Victoria, her piercing gaze locked onto his, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. "Are you not the one that did it?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and accusation. "Are you not the one who made the call that stopped those hoodlums from destroying my mother's restaurant?" Jade's mind racing, he hesitated, unsure how to respond. He had indeed made the call, but he hadn't personally handled the situation and he couldn't tell if the man he called really helped with how he gave excuses on phone. Perhaps, His family's influence had come into play, and one phone call had resolved the issue. But he knew that admitting to needing confirmation wouldn't bode well; Victoria might perceive it as weakness or attention-seeking.With a stammer, Jade began to speak, "Y-yes, I am... I was the one who... pulled the strings." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "You know how big my family is in this city. I just had to call... one person, and ev

Elvis boarded the taxi, a chuckle escaping his lips as he recalled the picture.The image of Victoria's face, her expression a mix of pleasure and possessiveness as he shaded Jade, flashed in his mind.He smiled to himself, knowing Victoria's nature wouldn't change.A pang of pity for Jade flickered within him; she was just another toy in Victoria's game, a game driven by his family's influence and money, not love.His phone beeped, breaking the silence.A message from Anita flashed on the screen, containing an address."Take me to this address," Elvis instructed the driver, his voice firm.As the taxi accelerated, his ring began to beep, its insistent tone piercing the air.Elvis knew the ring's call; it urged him to go to the place, to help whoever was in need.Without hesitation, he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.The ring's beep grew louder, more insistent, guiding him towards his destination.As Elvis stepped out of the taxi, Anita rushed towards him, a look of

The room was filled with an eerie atmosphere as Pascal's body convulsed violently, his limbs jerking uncontrollably. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him in fear, their faces pale with worry. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was oppressive.But amidst the chaos, one person stood out - Elvis. He seemed eerily calm, his expression unreadable. His eyes were fixed on Pascal, but there was no hint of worry or concern. He looked almost... detached."What's happening to him?" Mrs Pascal whispered, her voice trembling with fear.Elvis didn't respond. He simply continued to observe Pascal, his eyes never leaving his face.As the seconds ticked by, Pascal's convulsions grew more intense. His eyes rolled back, and his body arched off the ground. The room was on edge, everyone holding their breath as they waited for... something.But Elvis remained calm, his composure unnerving. He seemed to be waiting for something, but what, no one knew.Suddenly, Pascal's body went limp, his convul

The police arrived swiftly, their presence a testament to the Garalic family's influence. They strode into the mansion, their eyes fixed on Celina, who stood pleading her innocence.Williams pointed at her, his voice cold and detached. "Take her away. She'll be used as a lesson to teach others not to deal roughly with the Garalic family."As the officers led Celina out in handcuffs, she struggled against her restraints, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, believe me! I'm innocent!"Williams followed the police out, his expression unyielding. "I'll drop my statement at the police station."Meanwhile, Elvis's ring began to signal him again, its insistent beeps piercing the tension-filled air. He gazed at the ring, his eyes narrowing as he processed the new information.The sound of Celina's desperate pleas grew fainter as the police dragged her away, her fate hanging precariously in the balance. Elvis's eyes never left the ring, his mind racing with the implications of what he knew: Celin