“You can taste it and see things for yourself. It's amazing. You'll love it,” John gestured toward the car, his tone soft and respectful.Anthony held the key, the paperwork on the other hand. “Thank you for the smooth process,” he said, nodding in appreciation. Calm and composed, he pressed the panic key fob, activating the horn and lights. The sound of the horn was quite loud, drawing the attention of passersby. Some paused and admired briefly, dropping remarkable comments before promptly leaving. But some couldn't help but froze at a spot, staring at it.Unbeknownst to Anthony, thousands of eyes were fixed on him. Head up, Anthony felt slightly but briefly embarrassed as he took notice of the lingering stares. “I have got to leave now. Thank you once again,” he turned and said to John, his tone soft but gushed out hurriedly. Without glancing around, he hit the unlock key fob, automatically unlocking the door to the driver's seat, and slid into the car.Inside, Anthony sank onto

“Charlotte, Charlotte!” Aria shouted, panic and annoyance in her voice. Charlotte hurriedly came downstairs with Harry following closely behind her. “Mom? What's the problem? You're shouting my name,” Charlotte asked, studying Aria's panicked face.Aria took a shaky breath as if trying to steady herself. “Charlotte,” she stuttered. “Your Auntie—Auntie Elizabeth—just called me that your uncle–Wei—is in the hospital.”“What?” Charlotte felt her breath caught, her eyes widening in disbelief and shock. “What really happened?” Aria paused, skepticism also in her eyes, but she continued anyway. “According to Elizabeth, her serving woman reported to Anthony, that she and Wei were mistreating her and her daughter—”Immediately Charlotte heard Anthony's name, her earlier shocking face twisted into that of disdain and she interrupted before Aria could continue. “How does that have to do with Uncle being in the hospital?” “That's where I'm coming to,” Aria quickly replied. “She said Anthony c

The next morning, Harry stood tall in his beautiful suit that did a lot to his appearance. He adjusted his suit, positioning it very well, then glanced down at his wristwatch. It was 8 a.m. sharp. “Charlotte, please, hurry up so we don't get there late,” he uttered, his patience snapping thin. “So many people will be there to present their proposal and we can't afford to get there late.”As Harry waited for Charlotte to arrive, he moved to a corner, scrolling through his phone, and finally dialed a number.After a few rings, the call connected. A voice from the other end answered. “Hello, who's on the line?” Harry frowned slightly. “It's Harry Winston speaking. Don't tell me my contact isn't stored in your phone.”The other gasped in recognition. “Oh, Harry, it's you,” he exclaimed. “Happy to hear from you after a long time. But how many numbers do you even have? Don't worry anyway, I'll store this up.”“So, tell me, what help do I have to offer because of this call?” He asked, his

Sarah winked at him. He spoke so confidently that it gave her a little hope, not fully trusting his words. As a result, she ended up chuckling softly. “Thank you for the ‘good luck’ wish.” She said,Anthony grinned. “You took that as a ‘good luck’ wish?” A hint of amusement sparkled in his eyes. “That wasn't it. I'm certain you will.”Sarah looked at her, confused. “Your words sound reassuring. Will I really get it?” She asked.Anthony tilted and opened his mouth about to answer.But before he spoke a word, Charlotte and Harry, who had been fuming within themselves, interjected with heavy laughter. “Haha, the pathetic lady finally believed all his lies,” Charlotte spoke firstly, her voice full of ridicule. “My gender is just so unbelievable at times.”“Honestly,” Harry nodded in agreement. “She totally believes that the reassuring words of a wretched fool will land her a contract. Haha.”“I don't blame her actually. They both fall in the same category. Poor plus poor equals poorest i

Sarah halted in her steps, her leg hung mid-air. Her eyes widened in disbelief and bewilderment as she turned around. Her gaze glanced around, feeling nervous, but it met with Anthony's, which held hers firmly but warm, keeping them from winking. His expression was ‘Go closer, luck is on your side.’She nodded slightly to him before turning towards Liam, her eyes full of hesitation.“Me? Sir, Liam?” She stuttered as if she wasn't worthy.“Yes,” Liam tilted, confirming her doubt. As she stepped closer. Liam reached out for the document in her hand. “For the proposal submission, right?” She only nodded, staring at Liam, incredulously. “Don't worry, you've been accepted,” Liam said, his voice firm and reassuring. “Just be here by tomorrow to sign the contract. Okay?”Sarah's eyes broadened, but excitement bubbled inside of her as she glanced toward Anthony briefly before facing Liam. “Sorry, Mr. Liam. Do you mean I have gotten the contract? And that I should come here tomorrow to si