Nolan wasn’t planning to waste his time arguing with the rude girl at the pharmacy and didn’t even bother replying to her again. He simply turned around and walked out while she continued shouting behind him, calling him rude and accusing him of wasting her time. He didn’t care as he was already frustrated and tired. He didn’t even feel like going anywhere else anymore. He also didn’t want to return to the dorm either because he knew Cole would bombard him with questions the moment he stepped inside. He wasn’t in the mood to explain anything to anyone and just wanted silence and just be alone. So instead, he drove straight to his apartment at Triplet Tower.He parked his car in the underground parking lot and let out a deep breath, making a mental note to text Elizabeth later about the car,to either help him get it fixed properly or, if she didn’t have time, just discard it and get another one. He was about to drop the key in a case when he noticed that a phone was also there. Eliza

Nolan didn’t want to go to the party Madam Lene was talking about at first. He honestly didn’t see the point of dressing up and showing face at some big social event where he barely knew anyone but after Madam Lene mentioned the kind of people that would be attending, he started getting interested against his own will. These were the type of people who controlled businesses, real estate, politics, high-end brands and so on. They were people who had power. People who had connections and could decide futures with just one handshake.He was already the heir to a powerful family now, whether he liked it or not, and he knew he had to start acting like it. He couldn’t just stay on his own forever and ignore the outside world. He needed to adapt to this new life, including attending parties like this. He now understood how important networking was. He didn’t want opportunities to pass him by just because he refused to step out.He stayed silent for a while, thinking about it before finally m

“Alright then, from now on, I’ll call you Lene. It might be difficult at first trying to switch to calling your name only, but I do hope you understand that it’s not intentional,” Nolan said, his tone polite.Madam Lene, now just Lene, smiled softly and nodded her head. “Very well then, there’s no problem. As long as I can tell that you’re trying, I wouldn’t be mad,” she said, her voice light, and teasing.Nolan smiled back at her but didn’t know what else to say. The silence between them stretched for a few seconds before he finally cleared his throat. “I’d have to leave now. I’m kind of late already,” he said.“Oh, oh…sorry for taking your time!” Lene quickly said, pretending to sound apologetic even though she didn’t really mind. “You can go. I’ll call you and see you another time.”“Alright,” Nolan replied, nodding slightly before getting into his car. Lene gave a small wave and stood there watching him as he drove out of the parking lot. She couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto

Three days passed, and it was finally the day of the party Madam Lene had invited Nolan to. He had been staying at the apartment, mostly resting and checking a few things about the company. When it was almost time for the party, he got ready, wore a simple but neat outfit, and drove to the hotel where the party was being held.The party was taking place at Flamingo Hotel, a famous five-star hotel located downtown. The drive there didn’t take too long, but as soon as he arrived, he could already see how beautiful the place was. The hotel was known for its bright lights, tall glass walls, and the wide fountain that stood in front of the entrance, pouring out water smoothly. the whole area gave off a classy feeling, and Nolan couldn’t help but admire it for a few seconds before getting down from his car.Even though the hotel was a luxurious one, it was also known for being friendly to the middle class. The management made sure that people who weren’t extremely rich could still enjoy the

Nolan walked towards the entrance of the lift that led to the rooftop without thinking too much about him being there anymore. He knew that the longer he stood there, wondering if he should really go in or not, the harder it would become for him to actually attend the party. So instead of overthinking it. He walked towards the elevator. But before he could get too close to the elevator, one of the security men guarding the entrance stopped him, blocking his path with his arm. “You can’t just enter this lift unless you’ve been invited for the party,” the man said in a gruff voice, staring at Nolan from head to toe.Nolan could immediately tell that the man was already judging him. The way his eyes scanned over his outfit said it all. He wasn’t wearing a fancy suit or a designer shirt like most of the men who had walked past earlier. His watch wasn’t a luxury brand, and his shoes weren’t anything expensive either. To them, he probably looked too simple and ordinary. The second securit