Adrian threw his head back and laughed loudly. When he had finished laughing, he adjusted his suit and gave Darren an amused look.“What could possibly go wrong?” he said confidently, waving his hand in the air. “You should keep your idioms for something else.”Darren stood still, his expression calm.Adrian stepped closer, his smile full of pride. “Just watch. Very soon, you will be seeing me on TV. They will be calling me one of the rising young elites in the business world.”He chuckled again, adjusting his suit. “And when that happens,” he added, “remember that you had the chance to work under me.”With that, Adrian turned and walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. When the doors opened, he stepped in, still smiling. “Enjoy your job search,” he said mockingly as the doors closed.The elevator carried him up.Darren stood there for a moment; he shook his head quietly before walking out of the building.As he walked out of the entrance, one of the employees in the lob

The moment Darren stepped into the Hilton mansion, the silence wrapped around him like a familiar coat. For the past few weeks, ever since his grandfather went on a business trip, the mansion had become quiet to himThough the house was packed with security and maids, to Darren they were just strangers except for his nanny, Helena. But the middle aged woman was always busy overseeing the affairs of the house.He walked slowly into the living room and dropped himself onto the soft leather couch. Darren loosened his tie slightly and leaned back.“Finally… some peace. Oh goodness! How much I hate wearing suits,” he muttered.He reached into his pocket, brought out his phone, and began scrolling absentmindedly.A few seconds later, something caught his attention. There was a video circulating everywhere.It was trending.But Darren was not watching it on Instagram or any public platform. Instead, it had already found its way into their university Alumni WhatsApp group.Someone had shared

The security man let out a dry chuckle after hearing Clara words.He folded his arms and looked Darren up and down again, this time with even more disdain.“Tell me, are you not ashamed of yourself?” He asked impudently.The guard pointed at Adrian and Clara, who were still standing in front of him, their hands proudly locked together.“Look at your mates,” the man said bluntly. “Look at how well they are doing. Expensive cars. Fine clothes. Respect. And then look at you.”The second guard joined in, scoffing.“You came here in a taxi,” he added. “And now you are standing here lying just to sneak in and eat free food. Is that not shameful?”Darren exhaled slowly, keeping his calm.“I am not lying,” he said again. “I told you the truth.”Clara glanced at her wristwatch, clearly uninterested in dragging the moment any longer.“Adrian,” she said, her tone light but impatient, “we should get going. The event is about to start. I do not want to miss anything because of this church rat.”Ad

Alicia’s face lit up with genuine happiness. “Thank you so much, Miss Elizabeth,” she said, holding the heels carefully like they were something precious. “I did not expect this at all.”Elizabeth smiled warmly, her expression gentle and flawless. “It is nothing. Think of it as support from a senior in the industry.” She said smoothlyBut Darren saw right through her mask. Although he kept his face calm, his eyes stayed fixed on the heels in Alicia’s hands. But he said nothing. At least not yet. Elizabeth then glanced around the locker room, her gaze slow and deliberate.“Alicia,” she said softly, “I hope you do not mind me asking for a small favor.”Alicia blinked. “A favor?”Elizabeth nodded. “Yes. The mirror in our locker room is not very good. The lighting is poor, and it does not reflect properly.”She gestured lightly toward her model who was still standing behind her.“I was wondering… would you mind if my model prepares here instead?”There was no hesitation.“Of course!” Ali

Darren moved quickly, he picked up the pair of heels Alicia had been given and carefully placed them beside the identical pair meant for Elizabeth’s model. Then, without hesitation, he switched them.“Are you sure about this?” Alicia asked in a low voice.“I am very sure,” Darren replied calmly. “Trust me.”Her manager crossed her arms and scoffed. “This is nonsense. You are just creating unnecessary drama.”Darren did not respond. He simply stepped back as if nothing had happened.A few minutes later, the door opened and Elizabeth walked back in with her model.“Alicia, we are back,” Elizabeth said with a gentle smile.Alicia’s forced her self to smile back. But her face only twisted in an awkward grimace. After Darren revealed Elizabeth’s plans. She just couldn’t believe how heartless this woman was. Elizabeth’s model walked straight to the table where she had kept her heels and picked them up without a second thought. Then she took a seat and began wearing them. Not knowing she wa