Anita's eyes sparkled with irritation as Victor's words cut deep. She stood tall, her voice firm but controlled. "You know, Victor, you're not even close to being the man he is. In fact, you'll never be half the man he is, and you'll certainly never wear that suit like he does."Victor's face darkened, his smile faltering for a moment before he regained his composure. "Okay, I guess you haven't stopped your character of always wanting to disrespect me," he sneered, his voice rising. "I think you should wash your mouth because there's a stranger here, and I won't take such nonsense from you." His eyes flashed with anger, and he took a step closer to Anita, his tone menacing.Anita's smile never wavered, but her eyes gleamed with a fierce light. "In my own grandfather's property, you're threatening me?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You really think you can intimidate me, Victor?"Victor's gaze locked onto Anita's face, and for a moment, he was taken aback by the serious

The door burst open again, and Victor stormed in, his face twisted in anger. He walked straight to Mr. Elvis, his eyes blazing with hostility. "Let me give you a warning, Elvis," he sneered. "Anita belongs to me. Stay clear of her. If you try anything stupid, you'll have yourself to blame."But instead of fear, Elvis's expression remained calm. "Why are you behaving so insecure?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "As Miss Anita told you, I have nothing with her. I'm only here because of her grandfather's gratitude. I'm not here to chase after a woman like I’m without control."Victor's face reddened with rage, but Elvis continued, his voice unwavering. "You need to calm down and understand that your threats mean nothing to me. I'm not intimidated by you or your ego."The air was thick with tension as Victor's anger seemed to boil over. But Elvis stood firm, his eyes never leaving Victor's face. "You should focus on your own behavior rather than trying to control others," he sa

Doctor Gwen's voice was laced with respect as he addressed Victor. "With all due respect, young master, I don't understand what you're talking about. There's one thing you should know - I don't joke with my professionalism. I've worked with you and your family for years, and I've never compromised my integrity."Victor's anger boiled over, and he cut Doctor Gwen off. "You still have the nerve to talk? You still have the audacity to defend yourself? You're never feeling remorseful, are you?"Doctor Gwen's expression turned apologetic. "I'm sorry, young master. I don't mean to sound rude. Please forgive me if I'm coming across that way."Victor's tone turned accusatory. "Oh, so you're claiming you're not a fake physician? Then how do you explain the fact that Johnson Patriarch is back on his feet, despite the poison I administered according to your instructions? How do you explain that?"Doctor Gwen's eyes widened in alarm as he realized the gravity of the situation. "I...I don't know w

In no time, Elvis settled into the backseat of the Taxi he had ordered, he gazed out the window, watching as the gates of Anita’s Family mansion receded into the distance. The driver, a gruff but affable man, asked for directions, and Elvis provided a few brief instructions before lapsing into thought.His mind replayed the events of the day, starting with his visit to Mama Rachel. Her warm smile and words of wisdom still lingered in his thoughts. Then, his confrontation with Jessica flashed back – her anger and hurt evident in every word. Elvis’s lips curled into a wry smile as he recalled the drama that followed.The meeting with William and his family had been a mixed bag. The mixture of warm hospitality and dramas had been chaotic. And then, there was Victor's drama – a tangled web of emotions and conflicting desires.Elvis’s phone buzzed with an incoming message from Anita. “Sir Elvis, I'm sorry if the whole event of today took a turn on you," she wrote, her concern evident in ev

Victor's curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't wait any longer to confirm if Mr. Johnson was really back on his feet. He had arrived at the mansion for this reason. he approached Anita, she stared at him with a mixture of annoyance and frustration."Victor, what are you doing here?" Anita questioned again, her voice laced with irritation. "Are you stalking me?"Victor's eyes narrowed slightly, his smile faltering for a moment before he regained his composure. "Ani, must you always behave like I'm a shot?" he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Do I smell when I come close to you? I don't, obviously, because I used the most expensive perfume. As a matter of fact, ladies line up to have me pass by them so they can get saturated by my perfume scent."Anita rolled her eyes, her expression unimpressed. "Oh, quite fortunate for you and them, Mr. Escobar," she replied rudely, her tone heavy with sarcasm. "But I don't care. My question is, what are you doing here? The ancien