The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically as everyone’s attention stayed fixed on Zaiden. They are all treating him with respect. "Wow, Don... treating him with respect. " "Who the heck is he!. let us go and get close to him," another person said. Everyone was talking to him with polite while some were even trying to talk to him. “What makes you so close to Don?” Mr. Randall asked, his voice tinged with both intrigue and suspicion. Zaiden was about to respond when Dustin sneered, arms crossed, and a sly grin creeping onto his face. “What do you all think?” he said loudly, ensuring everyone could hear. “I’m sure they are using Zaiden for drug transportation and just protecting their means. That’s the only explanation.” A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd, the tension growing palpable. Zaiden scoffed, his voice calm but cutting. “That’s absurd,” he said simply. Dustin, emboldened by the crowd’s growing curiosity, pressed further. “Then explain it,” he deman

When Zaiden and Cynthia arrived back at Mr. Randall’s estate, Mr. Randall stood at the doorway, his face a mask of forced composure. Mrs. Hailey was seated in the living room, her lips pursed, and Dustin leaned casually against the wall, smirking. Mr. Randall cleared his throat. “Zaiden,” he began, his voice cold but measured. “You have proven yourself useful tonight, but don’t mistake that for acceptance. The only reason you’re not being thrown out at this moment is because of your connection to Mr. Vincenzo. However, you’ll be accepted here partially. You are beneficial in your own way, but don’t overstep your boundaries. This is still my house.” Zaiden nodded. Cynthia clenched her fists but said nothing. Mr. Randall turned to Cynthia, his tone sharp. “Now, as for you, Cynthia, your work as the sales and PR manager will begin tomorrow. In two days, I expect you to find a way to increase our stock value by at least 30%.” Cynthia’s eyes widened. “What? Increase the stock

Cynthia was fuming, her frustration directed at Zaiden. As soon as they stepped into their home, she turned to him, her voice low but filled with anger. “Why did you have to drag me into this? You knew it would be impossible. You shouldn’t have made mouth about making it happen in a day”. Zaiden leaned on his cane, his expression calm despite her outburst. “Since you have submitted the file to the receptionist, things will work out, Cynthia. Trust me.” “Trust you?” Cynthia scoffed, her voice trembling. “I didn’t submit it, I forgot it, and you think Itt would work out because of some forgotten file." Before Zaiden could respond, Dustin and Fiona entered the living room, smirking as if they had been waiting for the drama to unfold. “Well, well,” Dustin began, leaning casually against the doorway. “By the looks of it, things didn’t go too well, huh?”. Fiona, lounging on the couch, chimed in with a mockingly sweet voice, “Oh, Cynthia, don’t tell me you your blind fiancé fail. he r