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Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter nineteen
Dr. Preston's eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Nath's expression to outright hostility. "You're a quack doctor," she spat, her voice venomous. "You deserve to be imprisoned for your lies and deception."Dr. Preston's face paled as he stumbled backward, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. "How can you say that, Mrs. Nath?" Dr. Preston stammered, trying to defend himself. "I'm just trying to help your family."But Mrs. Nath cut him off, her voice rising in anger. "You're not helping anyone, Dr. Preston. You're just a pawn in a game of deceit and manipulation. You quickly declared my father dead because someone asked you to, didn't you?"Dr. Preston's eyes darted to Maxwell, who was watching the exchange with an unreadable expression. He felt a surge of fear as he realized that Maxwell had turned against him."Who asked you to do this, Dr. Preston?" Mrs. Nath pressed, her eyes blazing with anger. "Was it one of the Johnsons' enemies? Did they pay you to lie about my father's
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter Twenty
Elvis's mind replayed the events like a movie on repeat. The words he'd spoken, the acupuncture procedures – everything had been guided by the ring's signals. He stared at the ring, a mix of awe and unease swirling in his chest. "This ring is powerful," he whispered to himself, his eyes fixed on the band.Mrs. Nath's gentle voice broke the spell. "Sir Elvis, I'm so sorry for everything I said and did earlier. Thank you for saving my father's life." Elvis's gaze shifted to hers, and he offered a soft smile. He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her current demeanor and the fiery rant that had almost gotten him thrown out of the ward.Maxwell cleared his throat, his eyes cast downward in shame. "I...I owe you an apology too, Sir," he mumbled, his words barely audible. Elvis's smile faltered for a moment before he replied, "I'm just glad I could help your grandfather."As he spoke, Elvis's mind still lingered on the ring's mysterious power. How could it possibly know wha
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter twenty one
Elvis's fingers instinctively brushed against the ring on his finger, and a sudden jolt ran through him. It was as if the metal vibrated with an otherworldly energy, drawing his gaze like a magnet. The stone, though unseen, seemed to call to him, its presence resonating deep within his chest. A shiver danced down his spine as realization dawned – the stone was the key to harnessing his power. Without it, the torrent within him would remain untamed.Just then, Mr. Johnson's booming voice interrupted the silence. "I'm glad you've decided to accept my offer, Elvis. You've saved my life, and I'd be honored to have you around my family. Your energy is... refreshing." The patriarch's eyes sparkled with genuine warmth, and Elvis's lips curved into a polite smile."Thank you," he murmured, the words barely audible over the turmoil brewing inside him. As he met Mr. Johnson's gaze, Elvis's mind whirled with the weight of the stone's significance. His fingers tightened around the ring, the coo
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter Twenty two
As Elvis stepped into the mansion, he was struck by its grandeur. The high ceilings, marble floors, and crystal chandeliers sparkled in the light, creating a dazzling display of opulence. He wandered through the spacious halls, taking in the fine artwork and intricate furnishings. The mansion was enormous, with room after room of lavish decor.Elvis couldn't help but wonder what his family had been thinking when they built this mansion in the estate. It was unlike anything he had ever known. He recalled the first mansion he had seen, the one where he had woken up after his accident. That one had been grand too, but this one felt different. This one felt calmer, more serene.Just as he was taking in the view from a large window, a soft voice spoke behind him. "Sir, I'm at your service. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." Elvis turned to see a maid standing patiently, a gentle smile on her face.He nodded, still trying to process the sudden change in his lifestyle. The
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter Twenty Three
Arabella stared at her phone in disbelief, the call having dropped abruptly. Elvis's voice was gone, and she felt a surge of anger and hurt. She muttered to herself, her voice laced with venom. "He thinks he's on top of the world just because he caught a wealthy lady. But he'll soon realize he's nobody. She will dump him just like I dumped him." Her anger fueled her words, but beneath it, she felt a sting of betrayal and guilt.Just then, her mother's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You sound upset, sweetie." She turned to see her mom, Mrs. Reyker, standing behind her with a concerned expression.She forced a smile, not wanting to share her frustration with her mom. "Oh, it's nothing, Mom. Just a minor issue." But her mom wasn't buying it. Her eyes narrowed, and she asked, "Is it about that good-for-nothing Elvis?"She hesitated, and her mom knew. "Yes, it's about him, isn't it? He's getting on your nerves again?" Her words were laced with disdain, and she nodded, feeling a mix of r
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter twenty Four
Elvis sat on the bed, his mind reeling from the events of the past twenty-four hours. His life had changed in ways he couldn't comprehend, and he struggled to distinguish reality from dreams. He stood up, his eyes scanning the luxurious room. Every detail seemed meticulously crafted, from the expensive bed to the plush couch and sleek toilet.As he walked around, he tapped on various surfaces, feeling the high-quality materials beneath his fingertips. The sensation was almost surreal, as if he was floating through a world that wasn't quite his own.His gaze fell upon the wardrobe, and he opened it with a sense of curiosity. Rows of tailored suits, crisp shirts, and perfectly pressed trousers greeted him. Elvis's eyes widened as he realized he didn't need to get anything else. This butler, whoever he was, had come prepared.A whispered phrase escaped Elvis's lips as he gazed at the array of clothes. "This butler man really came prepared." He couldn't shake the feeling that the man had
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter twenty Five
Elvis rummaged through the wardrobe, his eyes scanning the array of luxurious clothes. He finally settled on a simple yet stylish outfit, one that wouldn't draw unnecessary attention to himself. He knew Mama Rachel's preference for simplicity, and he didn't want to show up looking like he'd forgotten the sacrifices she'd made for him.As he dressed, Elvis thought about Mama Rachel's kind heart and generous spirit. He didn't want to appear extravagant or showy, especially not after being away for months. He wanted to show her that he still valued the simple things in life, the things she'd taught him.As Elvis prepared to leave, one of the drivers in the mansion approached him. "Sir, where is your destination? I can take you there," the driver said, his eyes attentive.Elvis shook his head. "No, I want to go alone. I'll be okay going alone."With that, Elvis made his way out of the mansion. He bypassed the expensive cars parked in the garage and instead opted for public transportation.
Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption Chapter twenty six
The hoodlums' boss sneered at Mama Rachel, his voice dripping with malice. "So, are you ready to cooperate now?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Bring my money right now, or I'll have my men destroy everything in this restaurant. I've given you much grace, and it's time to pay up."Mama Rachel stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I have the receipt right here," she said, her voice firm. "It shows I've paid for the year. I'm not supposed to be subjected to this kind of embarrassment and threat."The hoodlums' boss snorted in derision. "I think you don't get it," he said, his voice cold. "I decide who has paid and who hasn't. And you, being an old woman, should learn to mind yourself and not try to be wiser than you are."Elvis's anger was palpable as he stepped forward. "Watch your tongue, man," he growled, his voice low and menacing.The hoodlums' boss's eyes snapped to Elvis's, and he smiled cruelly. "Ah, you want to play tough, huh?" he said, but before he coul
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Chapter twenty nine
As the door closed behind the hoodlums, the mafia boss walked straight to Mama Rachel, his demeanor transformed once again. He handed her the money, his eyes filled with a sincerity that seemed almost foreign to his hardened face. "Mama Rachel, I'm really sorry about what just happened here. Please, don't take it to heart. It will never happen again."Mama Rachel's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the mafia boss, her mind reeling from the sudden change in his behavior. Why was he being so kind and apologetic? This was the man notorious for his ruthlessness, the one who inspired fear in everyone around him.The mafia boss continued, his voice filled with conviction. "From today on, if you need any security, any protection, please don't hesitate to call me. I'll always be at your back."Mama Rachel's gaze locked onto his, her expression a mixture of confusion and wariness. Before she could utter a word, the mafia boss reached into his briefcase and pulled out a wad of cash. "Here'
Chapter twenty Eight
The door to the restaurant swung open, and a hoodlum rushed in, his eyes scanning the room frantically. "What's taking so long?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency. "The boss has been calling and calling. I think he's in the vicinity and trying to reach you."The hoodlum boss's face paled, fear flickering in his eyes. "Is it sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.One of his men nodded, his expression grim. "We're already in trouble if the boss is looking for us. We need to deal with this idiot quickly before he sees anything."Before they could react, the door swung open again, and a menacing figure strode in. The mafia boss was a towering figure, his face a map of scars that seemed to tell a thousand stories. His eyes gleamed with an icy intensity, and his presence seemed to fill the room with an aura of fear.The hoodlums snapped to attention, their faces frozen in respect. Mama Rachel's eyes widened as she took a step back, her heart racing with fear. She knew that
Chapter Twenty seven
Elvis's eyes locked onto the hoodlums' boss, his gaze unwavering. "I want to see your boss," he repeated, his voice firm and commanding.One of the hoodlums stepped forward, his face twisted in anger. "Are you being serious?" he sneered. "You think you we just walk in here and you a nobody demand to see our boss? Who are you?"The hoodlum laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You better rephrase that, make it sound like you don't want to see our boss," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "Because if you see our boss, trust me, you won't come back looking the same."Another hoodlum chimed in, his voice low and ominous. "Our boss doesn't take kindly to strangers. He'll break you like a twig."A third hoodlum snorted. "You think you're tough? Our boss will show you what tough really means. He'll make you beg for mercy."Despite the hoodlums' intimidating words, Elvis's face remained stoic, his expression unyielding. His eyes seemed to bore into the hoodlums, daring them to com
Chapter twenty six
The hoodlums' boss sneered at Mama Rachel, his voice dripping with malice. "So, are you ready to cooperate now?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Bring my money right now, or I'll have my men destroy everything in this restaurant. I've given you much grace, and it's time to pay up."Mama Rachel stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I have the receipt right here," she said, her voice firm. "It shows I've paid for the year. I'm not supposed to be subjected to this kind of embarrassment and threat."The hoodlums' boss snorted in derision. "I think you don't get it," he said, his voice cold. "I decide who has paid and who hasn't. And you, being an old woman, should learn to mind yourself and not try to be wiser than you are."Elvis's anger was palpable as he stepped forward. "Watch your tongue, man," he growled, his voice low and menacing.The hoodlums' boss's eyes snapped to Elvis's, and he smiled cruelly. "Ah, you want to play tough, huh?" he said, but before he coul
Chapter twenty Five
Elvis rummaged through the wardrobe, his eyes scanning the array of luxurious clothes. He finally settled on a simple yet stylish outfit, one that wouldn't draw unnecessary attention to himself. He knew Mama Rachel's preference for simplicity, and he didn't want to show up looking like he'd forgotten the sacrifices she'd made for him.As he dressed, Elvis thought about Mama Rachel's kind heart and generous spirit. He didn't want to appear extravagant or showy, especially not after being away for months. He wanted to show her that he still valued the simple things in life, the things she'd taught him.As Elvis prepared to leave, one of the drivers in the mansion approached him. "Sir, where is your destination? I can take you there," the driver said, his eyes attentive.Elvis shook his head. "No, I want to go alone. I'll be okay going alone."With that, Elvis made his way out of the mansion. He bypassed the expensive cars parked in the garage and instead opted for public transportation.
Chapter twenty Four
Elvis sat on the bed, his mind reeling from the events of the past twenty-four hours. His life had changed in ways he couldn't comprehend, and he struggled to distinguish reality from dreams. He stood up, his eyes scanning the luxurious room. Every detail seemed meticulously crafted, from the expensive bed to the plush couch and sleek toilet.As he walked around, he tapped on various surfaces, feeling the high-quality materials beneath his fingertips. The sensation was almost surreal, as if he was floating through a world that wasn't quite his own.His gaze fell upon the wardrobe, and he opened it with a sense of curiosity. Rows of tailored suits, crisp shirts, and perfectly pressed trousers greeted him. Elvis's eyes widened as he realized he didn't need to get anything else. This butler, whoever he was, had come prepared.A whispered phrase escaped Elvis's lips as he gazed at the array of clothes. "This butler man really came prepared." He couldn't shake the feeling that the man had
Chapter Twenty Three
Arabella stared at her phone in disbelief, the call having dropped abruptly. Elvis's voice was gone, and she felt a surge of anger and hurt. She muttered to herself, her voice laced with venom. "He thinks he's on top of the world just because he caught a wealthy lady. But he'll soon realize he's nobody. She will dump him just like I dumped him." Her anger fueled her words, but beneath it, she felt a sting of betrayal and guilt.Just then, her mother's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You sound upset, sweetie." She turned to see her mom, Mrs. Reyker, standing behind her with a concerned expression.She forced a smile, not wanting to share her frustration with her mom. "Oh, it's nothing, Mom. Just a minor issue." But her mom wasn't buying it. Her eyes narrowed, and she asked, "Is it about that good-for-nothing Elvis?"She hesitated, and her mom knew. "Yes, it's about him, isn't it? He's getting on your nerves again?" Her words were laced with disdain, and she nodded, feeling a mix of r
Chapter Twenty two
As Elvis stepped into the mansion, he was struck by its grandeur. The high ceilings, marble floors, and crystal chandeliers sparkled in the light, creating a dazzling display of opulence. He wandered through the spacious halls, taking in the fine artwork and intricate furnishings. The mansion was enormous, with room after room of lavish decor.Elvis couldn't help but wonder what his family had been thinking when they built this mansion in the estate. It was unlike anything he had ever known. He recalled the first mansion he had seen, the one where he had woken up after his accident. That one had been grand too, but this one felt different. This one felt calmer, more serene.Just as he was taking in the view from a large window, a soft voice spoke behind him. "Sir, I'm at your service. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." Elvis turned to see a maid standing patiently, a gentle smile on her face.He nodded, still trying to process the sudden change in his lifestyle. The
Chapter twenty one
Elvis's fingers instinctively brushed against the ring on his finger, and a sudden jolt ran through him. It was as if the metal vibrated with an otherworldly energy, drawing his gaze like a magnet. The stone, though unseen, seemed to call to him, its presence resonating deep within his chest. A shiver danced down his spine as realization dawned – the stone was the key to harnessing his power. Without it, the torrent within him would remain untamed.Just then, Mr. Johnson's booming voice interrupted the silence. "I'm glad you've decided to accept my offer, Elvis. You've saved my life, and I'd be honored to have you around my family. Your energy is... refreshing." The patriarch's eyes sparkled with genuine warmth, and Elvis's lips curved into a polite smile."Thank you," he murmured, the words barely audible over the turmoil brewing inside him. As he met Mr. Johnson's gaze, Elvis's mind whirled with the weight of the stone's significance. His fingers tightened around the ring, the coo
