Connor stood tall and composed, his hands clasped loosely behind his back as he faced the Montgomery family.“I suggest,” he said calmly, “that you wait here until the delivery man arrives. Everything will be clarified shortly.”Lena let out an irritated sigh.“We do not have your time,” she replied sharply. “We did not come here to entertain your delusions.”Mr. Montgomery nodded in agreement. “We were invited to this event, and we will proceed accordingly.”Connor’s expression did not shift. “Very well. You may sit. But do not leave this hall.”Lena rolled her eyes. “As if you have the authority to restrict us.”Without waiting for his response, she turned sharply and walked toward one of the luxurious sofas in the sitting room. Her parents followed closely behind her. The three of them sat down confidently, crossing their legs and adjusting their outfits as though nothing unusual had happened.Lena glanced around the grand hall with satisfaction. “Look at this place,” she said smug

Connor walked up the stairs and stood at the top of the staircase and watched through the tall glass windows as the Montgomery family was dragged beyond the gates of the Winchester Mansion. Lena was still shouting, her voice sharp and furious, while her father tried to maintain what little dignity he had left. Her mother looked completely shaken.Connor scoffed quietly.“They never learn,” he muttered under his breath.Harris stood a few steps behind him. “Should I reinforce the guest verification process, sir?” he asked respectfully.Connor shook his head. “No. It was an oversight. It won’t happen again.”“Yes, sir.”Connor turned away and continued walking upstairs without another word. His steps were slow and controlled..When he entered his bedroom, he shut the door softly behind him. He walked toward the bed, exhaling deeply.“I need a moment,” he murmured.He was just about to lie down when his phone vibrated sharply in his hand.Connor glanced at the screen.To his surprise it

Iris stood rigidly in the middle of the corridor, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she faced John Parker. “I am telling you clearly,” Iris said, her voice steady despite the fury burning in her eyes, “I will never wear any wedding dress for you. If you want me in that church, you will have to drag me there like a prisoner.”John let out a long, controlled sigh as though he were dealing with an unreasonable child. “You are being stubborn for reasons that will not benefit you,” he replied calmly. “You are fighting against something that is already decided.”“Decided by who?” she demanded sharply. “By you? You do not get to decide my life because you transferred money into someone’s account.”His expression tightened slightly, though he kept his tone measured. “You exhaust yourself with this resistance, Iris. You are wasting energy that you should be reserving for tomorrow.”She gave a bitter laugh. “Do not worry about my energy. You should be worried about your reputation. I pro

Connor stepped out of the cab and stood still for a moment in front of the tall glass building that housed one of the most prestigious banks in the city. The structure shimmered under the afternoon sun, its exterior reflecting wealth and power. He adjusted the sleeves of the oversized shirt he was still wearing. It was the same outfit he had on earlier when Lena and her family had mocked him at the Winchester mansion.He looked down at himself briefly.Worn shirt. Pajama pants. Simple slippers.He had not bothered to change.“I do not have time for appearances,” he muttered quietly.Clutching his black card securely in his pocket, Connor walked through the automatic glass doors and into the bank.The air inside was cool and scented faintly with expensive perfume. Floors gleamed beneath bright lights. Customers sat in plush chairs, dressed in designer suits and elegant dresses. Conversations were hushed and refined.Connor walked straight toward the reception desk.The receptionist, a

The manager had already ordered her to gather her belongings and leave the premises immediately. He was so angry that he told the securities to come and drag her and her belongings out of the bank with immediate effect.The receptionist crying had grown louder, drawing the attention of everyone present.Connor then looked towards her direction and said again,“Perhaps next time, you should take the time to understand a person before judging them based on their appearance. Not everyone who looks simple is insignificant.”She nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face. “I understand now, sir. I promise I understand.”The manager stepped forward sharply. “That will be enough," he said to her. You heard the instruction. Get up immediately and leave this building, security!!! do your job.”She cried out to Connor desperately. “Please, sir. Please don't take my only source of livelihood from me. I have nothing else. I swear I have learned my lesson.”The manager’s expression hardene