All Chapters of They called him Weak, He Became Untouchable: Chapter 81
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The Trap
The next morning, the office buzzed with the usual chatter and clacking of keyboards. But beneath the surface, tension simmered — yesterday’s fight had left a scar in everyone’s memory. Some whispered in corners, others stole glances at Ethan and Andrea whenever they crossed paths.Ethan, however, wore an infuriatingly calm smile. He walked into the office dressed sharply, his fake confidence gleaming brighter than the watch he slipped into his pocket. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quietly approached Andrea’s desk.Andrea’s bag sat at the edge of his chair, slightly open. Ethan looked around once more, then slid the replica wristwatch inside, burying it beneath a few papers before zipping it back up.A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.Let’s see you talk your way out of this one.Moments later, Andrea entered the room with Gracie beside him, holding a coffee cup. He nodded politely at a few coworkers, unaware of the trap waiting for him.Ethan leaned
The Station
The ride to the police station felt endless. The patrol car smelled faintly of old coffee and dust, its siren off but its authority heavy in the air. Andrea sat in the backseat, wrists cold from the metal cuffs that dug lightly into his skin. His reflection in the glass window stared back at him—tired, furious, and humiliated.He had faced tougher situations in life, but this—being framed in front of everyone, called a thief when he had done nothing wrong—cut deeper than anything else.The officers didn’t speak much, just exchanged brief looks through the rearview mirror. When they arrived at the station, one of them opened the door.“Step out, sir.”Andrea complied silently. The sound of his shoes against the concrete echoed in the hallway as they led him to a small interrogation room. It was plain—gray walls, one flickering light, and a metal table with two chairs.He sat, arms on the table, while one officer placed a small recorder in front of him.“State your full name.”“Andrea C
The Secret Unveiled
The café was quiet and dimly lit, tucked away from the noisy rush of downtown. The low hum of jazz music played through the speakers, and the scent of roasted beans lingered warmly in the air. Andrea held the door open for Gracie, and she stepped inside gracefully, her expression still unreadable from everything that had happened earlier that day.They both settled into a corner booth near the window. The late afternoon sun spilled through the glass, painting streaks of gold across their table. A waiter approached with a polite smile.“Two cappuccinos,” Gracie said softly, glancing at Andrea.“Make mine black,” Andrea added.The waiter nodded and disappeared. For a while, silence hung between them. It wasn’t awkward—just heavy, like both were thinking too many things at once.Finally, Gracie broke the silence, stirring her coffee absentmindedly when it arrived. “So,” she said, her tone teasing, “you seem oddly calm for someone who got arrested this morning.”Andrea smirked faintly. “I
The Blind Date
In as much as Gracie wanted to believe Andrea, she couldn’t bring herself to. His tone, his eyes — they had been too sincere. But still… it sounded impossible. Andrea? The quiet, humble intern who always wore the same shoe and never boasted about anything — the heir to one of the most powerful families in the country?She let out a quiet sigh and stirred her coffee absentmindedly. Maybe he was just joking around to cover something up. Maybe he’d seen the wristwatch somewhere else and didn’t want to tell her how. There were a thousand possibilities, but one thing was clear — Andrea wasn’t someone who lied easily. He was too straightforward for that.“Maybe he’s just teasing me,” she muttered under her breath as she looked at her reflection in the coffee shop window. The thought made her smile, but something in her chest refused to dismiss his words completely.---Later that evening, the mansion was quiet except for the faint sound of piano music drifting from the living room. Gracie’s
The date
DateThe soft golden lights of the Grand Royal Hotel shimmered against the evening sky, reflecting off the marble floors and chandelier crystals like scattered stars. Every guest that passed through the lobby wore elegance like perfume — tailored suits, expensive dresses, and carefully practiced smiles.Gracie stood at the entrance, her silver gown hugging her figure perfectly, a diamond pendant resting at the base of her throat. She looked every bit the heiress she was born to be — poised, calm, untouchable. But inside, her heart raced.She still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this blind date.What if he’s just another spoiled heir? she thought, smoothing the side of her hair. Or worse, what if it’s Ethan?But part of her was curious — curious enough to see if this mystery heir her mother mentioned had any connection to Andrea…A waiter approached politely. “Miss Astor? Your table is ready. This way, please.”Gracie nodded and followed him into the candlelit dining hall. The scent
Warmth Beneath the Candlelight
The tension that had filled the air slowly melted as the night deepened. The candle flames danced softly between them, flickering like secret whispers. The waiter poured wine into crystal glasses, and the light caught the crimson liquid like liquid fire.Gracie’s gaze kept drifting to Andrea — to the calm confidence that wrapped around him so effortlessly. She’d always known there was something different about him, something he hid behind those quiet smiles and gentle words. Now, seeing him like this, everything started to make sense.Andrea lifted his glass slightly. “To truth,” he said, his voice smooth and steady.Gracie hesitated, then clinked her glass gently against his. “And to surprises,” she added, smiling faintly.They took a sip in silence, the atmosphere between them shifting from awkward to something softer — something real.Andrea leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on her. “You’re calmer than I expected,” he said, teasingly. “Most people panic or ask for proof when I te
This isn't funny
When Andrea stepped into the living room of the Konstanio mansion, the soft hum of the chandelier lights bounced off the marble floors. His footsteps echoed faintly, but the warmth in the air told him immediately who was waiting. Mrs. Veronica stood near the large bay window, her hands folded neatly in front of her. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a mixture of roses and sandalwood — elegant, commanding, and impossible to ignore.“Welcome home, Andrea,” she said, her voice calm yet filled with subtle expectation.He smiled faintly, shrugging off his coat. “Hello, Mother.”Mrs. Veronica’s gaze softened, but there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes. “So… how was your blind date last night?” she asked, her tone light, but layered with an unspoken intensity.Andrea chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “It was… nice.” He hesitated, wondering how much to reveal. “Gracie is… different from anyone I’ve ever met.”Her eyes gleamed with amusement. “Different?” she ask
What's going on here?
The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of WhiteWater Corporation, bathing the polished marble floors in a soft golden glow. The air smelled faintly of coffee and disinfectant — that quiet hum of productivity that always filled the office before the day’s chaos began.But today, the chaos wasn’t going to come from the work.It was walking right through the main doors.Mrs. Evangelia stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the floor with every step. She was dressed in a tailored cream suit, diamonds glittering at her ears, and a purse worth more than some people’s yearly salary. Heads turned immediately. She didn’t belong in this world of ordinary employees and whispered deadlines — she radiated authority, but also venom. Her beauty had the polished sharpness of a knife that had never dulled with age.Her eyes darted around the lobby until they fell on the front desk.“You,” she said coldly to the receptionist. “I’m here to see Andrea. The gold digger who works he
Just noise
Andrea walked into the building, silent and composed as ever, his face unreadable. The moment he stepped through the main hall, the noise dropped by half. People lowered their voices, glancing his way, then pretending to type as if nothing was wrong.But the air was thick — full of speculation, envy, and half-baked rumors that had spread like wildfire since yesterday’s scene.He could feel the stares burning into his back.He didn’t need to ask to know what they were saying.That he slept his way up.That Miss Maria, the CEO, had “special interests.”That the slap from Mrs. Evangelia was proof something dirty was going on.Andrea exhaled quietly and kept walking.When he reached his desk, three interns — all of them too curious for their own good — exchanged nervous glances before one finally spoke up.“Um… Mr. Andrea?” the first one began, pretending to look innocent but failing miserably. “Can we… ask something personal?”Andrea didn’t even look up from his laptop. “No.”The second
Unbelievable
When Andrea and Maria got home that evening, the air in the mansion was unusually still.The city lights flickered through the tall glass windows, bathing the living room in a soft, golden glow. Mrs. Veronica sat elegantly on the velvet couch, legs crossed, her reading glasses perched on her nose as she scrolled through her iPad. The calm expression she wore suddenly hardened — her lips pressed into a thin line.Her fingers paused on the screen.Her eyes narrowed.“Unbelievable,” she muttered.Andrea noticed the tension immediately. “Mom?” he asked, walking closer. “What’s wrong?”Mrs. Veronica turned the screen toward him. On it was a headline blazing in bold red letters across a gossip site:> ‘Wealthy Socialite Confronts WhiteWater Employee — Claims CEO and Worker Are Secret Lovers!’— By the Society Watch NewsroomBeneath it was a series of photos — grainy, but clear enough. Mrs. Evangelia, standing in front of WhiteWater’s building, pointing at Andrea while yelling, with a few wo