Benjamin kept mute, as he moved his gaze away. “Can I make a phone call?” Benjamin asked the officer behind the desk. “No, you can’t,” he replied without moving his gaze away from his laptop screen. Benjamin clenched his fist, and his jaw tightened. “You should learn to hide your pride, I can help you out of here. If only you would bow to me.” Nathan uttered as he beamed. Nora scoffed, “Let’s go; he is not ready to utter a word. He should pay for whatever crime he has committed.” Benjamin felt like strangling the people before him. They were pissing him off with their irritating comments. Seeing that Benjamin wasn’t responding, Nathan, who wanted to show off, approached the police officer. “Who is in charge of his case?” he asked. The officer raised his head to look at Nathan. “The chief, you can find him in his office.” Without waiting, he walked towards the chief’s office. On getting there he knocked twice before pushing the door open. Nathan froze, he found Mr. Davis and J

Nathan felt his heart sink deeply into his stomach; Nora couldn’t understand the tension that was coursing through his veins. He turned his head, only to find an officer calling Nora to get her phone which she left on the counter. Nora grabbed her phone and sauntered towards the entrance to join Nathan. They both got into the car and without waiting, Nathan revved the car and zoomed off. When they got to Nora’s apartment, Mrs Margaret had a worrisome outlook the moment she set her gaze on Nathan. “What happened? Did you get into a fight with anyone at the station?” She asked with her voice etched in worry and concern. “No, I slipped when walking into the chief’s office.” He hurriedly spoke. Nora furrowed her brow; she wasn’t there but from the look of things. The shape looked like a slap; the side of his cheeks was red, and a mark was showing. Mrs. Margret tossed her gaze toward Nora, who gave her a nod. “We met Benjamin at the station; Nathan, being a gentleman, thought abou

Both Juliet and Hamza were taken aback in shock when they saw their manager. They wondered if the men came because of Benjamin or if it was just a coincidence. The shoppers took out their phones to record the scene of how the Popular Angelo Garcia was dragged into his store. They couldn’t believe that a man like him would be dragged into his own store. Juliet quickly composed herself, same with Hamza. “Welcome, boss; we had no idea you would be coming to the store today.” Benjamin wasn’t comfortable with the camera lights flashing towards him. James Sinclair grasped, and immediately, everyone with recording devices was sent out of the store. Benjamin, seeing that there was no one recording, sighed in relief. “Young master, here is the owner of the store. Angelo Gracia.” Mr. Angelo felt his legs wobbling slightly, so he knelt down. He was scared of James Sinclair and knew what the man was capable of doing. “Please. Forgive me, Young master.” He uttered with a shaking and low to

Benjamin averted his gaze, only to find Ariana dressed in a red gown which hugged her curves like it was stitched on her skin. Her skin glowed like burnished gold under the soft lights. Her hair was pulled into a sleek updo, tiny rhinestones woven into the strand like stars trapped in midnight silk. A delicate diamond choker sat around her neck. He was lost for words and nearly forgot to breathe. “You are the reason this place is glowing?” He muttered. Ariana cocked her eyebrow, “Flattery, Mr. Poet.” She said, “I always dressed to be remembered.” While Nathan and Nora spotted them, Nathan’s expression changed; he might have come with Nora, but seeing a beautiful angel like Arianna with Benjamin made his stomach churn. Nora locked eyes with Benjamin, her face darkened with a hint of jealousy. She wondered how Benjamin got invited. There was something about him that she couldn’t grasp, her eyes sweeping Benjamin from head to toe. He was different from the Benjamin she knew, he

Nathan’s heart raced in panic; his lips trembled as no words came out of his mouth. His face was engulfed in humiliation and pain. His eyes ogled around the hall, and he could see the gazes of everyone staring at him. He wished he had never uttered a word, or the ground should open and swallow him. There was no way he would kneel before Benjamin; it would ruin his reputation. “Sir,” a voice called out from behind. It was Nora, her face was pale. “Elder Maxwell, Nathan is telling the truth. Benjamin is faking his identity, I know him to be a pauper. A nobody, he should be the one kneeling and apologising to Nathan not the other way round.” Elder Maxwell shot her an icy glance. “Who are you?” He asked with an authoritative tone. “I am his ex-girlfriend, who left him because he was broke and worthless.” Benjamin smiled, unfazed by their words. Ariana stepped in, “I thought I had warned you not to create a scene. You should stay away from us, or else you might be thrown out.” Wit