Charlotte shook her head instantly, saying. “Nobody there was even up to our worth,” she replied, staring at Harry. “Did she tell you what happened?”“Not at all. She was so furious to even hear me out,” Harry sighed, his voice calm but weak, breaking with emotions. “All she said was she got fired and nothing much, but I'm confused about everything—how did they get to find out?”Aria sighed, slightly exasperated. She leaned forward toward Harry. “She's done us a favor, but you didn't do anything, so don't think too much about it. Just focus on helping Charlotte get this contract.”Charlotte nodded in agreement. She reached out to Harry's shoulder, placing a hand on it. Softly, she spoke. “It is actually nobody's fault that everything turns out this ugly for her, but it's well. She'll get a new job.”Her voice was casual as if Georgina losing her job was just something not worthy to bother much about.Meanwhile, as Anthony and Sarah stepped into the coffee shop, the soft welcoming arom

Anthony, without hesitation, pulled out his phone from his pocket. The woman looked at him, unimpressed, but she uttered, her voice rushing out. “Start doing and don't just talk.” The lady turned, settling her gaze on Anthony, and she gasped slightly at his sight. Firstly, he was no doubt a handsome guy and exuded wealth. Secondly and lastly, she appeared to be like someone she had seen somewhere. She blinked, trying to recall where she had seen the face, but not in her clear and calm mind to think, she quickly waved off the stress. “I need your account details,” Anthony went on, his voice still steady. “No,” the lady quickly interjected, her voice swift but polite. “Sorry, but I don't need your help. I can handle my things myself,” she said, kindly rejecting his nice gesture. Anthony swallowed hard and smiled softly at her. “But you just said you're left with only $1,000 so I decided to help since she's refusing to accept the money.” The lady nodded slightly. “T

Meanwhile, Anthony drove into the hotel's compound, his breath racing faster than usual. Sweat covered his forehead—just all over his body. His clothes were also included. As he stepped down on his scooter, the security guard rushed over to his side before he could even wink, and helped with the scooter. “Thank you,” Anthony said, appreciating it, and without any hesitation, he walked toward the door. The security guard opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was trailed off, when he saw Anthony walk away. “Maybe,” he mumbled, sighing. His eyes were fixed on him as he watched him walk away. “He doesn't like someone thanking him over and over again. Most rich people are like that.” Saying that he shifted his gaze to the scooter and then started pushing it away.Arriving in his room, Anthony closed the door behind him and stood in front of the mirror. Nodding in satisfaction, he said. “Today’s task is accomplished. Unto the next one after taking my bath,” he said. “Going to

The sales associate led Anthony to a corner, where several displays of Samsung models were displayed. Anthony couldn't help but nodded, impressed at the sleek display. The sales associate twisted the showcase handle open, reaching for a sleek device—the Samsung S25 Ultra. As she held, she started to explain, keeping her voice professional. "Sir, I must honestly say you have made an excellent choice for considering Samsung Galaxy S25 Ultra. Let me briefly walk you through why this phone stands out as one of the best on the market today,” she paused, observing his reaction whether his mind was with him. Anthony nodded and replied. “Please, go on. I'm listening.” The sales associate smiled and tilted her head, his response stirring her to proceed. “Samsung S25 Ultra, you see here, is giving you a stunning 6.9-inch AMOLED 2x display with a super-smooth 144Hz refresh rate. And what does that mean? It's offering you smooth scrolling and crystal-clear detail whether you're stream

Anthony winked, looking at the manager, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. “You want to give me the items to take home and then transfer the money to you tomorrow?” He asked, nothing making sense to him.The staff member's brow furrowed in surprise from behind. His mouth fell open, his face full of shock. Why was he saying that? He thought to himself, totally perplexed.The manager looked at Anthony, calm yet firm. A smile curled at the sides of his mouth. “Don't you need them anymore? You can take them home…” he started, his voice soft.But Anthony quickly moved his head from one side to another, refusal evident in his expression. “I need them to do some stuff for business. But you insist I take them home? What if I run away with them?” He asked.The manager leaned forward, his smile expanding. Shaking his head, he replied. “No, you'll not. I trust you.”“How can you trust a total stranger just like that?” The staff member, silently fuming within himself since, snapped, his voice pr