“Payment in full. Don’t forget our deal.” As she made her way out of the kitchen, Claire mouth a thank you to her mother as she walked by. Julie was surprised at what she had witnessed.“What is going on? Tell me this minute young lady.” Julie asked Claire as she followed her out of the kitchen.Blake could not understand this. He had her right where he wanted her but failed in the execution. So he only shook his head and continued with his chores.When he finished his chores, he came into the living room and claimed he would send Sylvia and himself to a hotel to give Tabitha time with her family, not wanting to spend the night on the couch. Julie just stared at him, but she held her tongue for the sake of her daughter’s investment.Claire, her mother, and Tabitha walked Blake and Sylvia out. Julie’s eyes widened when she saw the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in front of the villa and wondered who had parked their luxurious car there. She didn’t have to wait long when she heard the whop

“Now. Now, Mr. Manager, you haven’t seen the whole situation and are threatening me with measly security. Mr. Weaston doesn’t even dare to speak to me that way.” Said Blake walking towards Mr. Leastwise.“Sir. He’s Mr. Blake…” Betty started to explain to the manager but was cut off by Mr. Leastwise.“I don’t care who he is. He’s trespassing on Elon’s property and interfering in my business. Let’s see how capable he is after I call my men.” Mr. Leastwise ignored Betty.The manager then took his phone from his robe and called his security team directly. Smirking, the manager stood there like an emperor waiting on the deaths of peasants as he gazed upon them. Soon footsteps were heard rushing over to the room, and five built men in black suits came in and bowed to Mr. Leastwise.“Kill that man and leave the woman. He’s invaded our territory and seeks death.” Mr. Leastwise said in a superior tone.Blake walked in front of Betty and held his ground. Even without the spiritual power, these

The three women walked to Mr. Wheaton and enquired about the situation.“Is Blake going to be alright? Did you explain what happened? How could this have escalated to have the Prince show up personally?” Sara asked, feeling anxious for Blake. This was all happening because of her; how could she not feel anxious?“Don’t you worry, Blake is going to be okay? If the outcome is not to his liking, he will definitely have a plan, and I assure you he will come out of this unscathed.” Sylvia said, putting her hand on Sara’s shoulder, giving her support.Blake had heard the testimony of Mr. Leastwise in the room when a dozen men in black walked in, followed by a young man. He gave off an aura of superiority over his domain, stopped in front of Blake, looked him over, and then gestured to shake his hand.“Savior, I presume.”Taking the young man’s hand and shaking it, Blake then spoke. “Blake Elon, call me Blake, we’re of the same age, and I’m still not used to the formalities.”Liking this man

Sylvia and Sara were restless after witnessing what they had seen. The manager who had the peephole installed had used it in the past. The two ladies didn’t even know what to say to one another until Sylvia broke their silence.“Sara, you awake?”“Yes, what’s the matter?”“Are you okay? Are you not having trouble sleeping because of your kidnapping?”“No, it’s not that. Are we the same as that manager for peeping on Blake like that? We violated his privacy, and I feel bad now. How could we do that to him?”“The way I see it. We were caught up in the curiosity of the light, is all. We’ll tell him there is a hole in the bathroom tomorrow and have someone repair it. It’s not our fault he was taking his shower while investigating.”“Still, what do we do now? Do we also let him know that we peeked at him? I was amazed at how built his body is; he must work out to keep it that way.” Sara said, turning in the direction of Sylvia to see her reaction.“Girl, are you blind and crazy? If he knew

Betty looked at Mr. Davison and saw the horror in his eyes as Blake began reading the folder handed to him. With a sly smile, she thought to herself. ‘Now you are regretting.’Blake glanced over the documents, not looking at Dynasty, who stood beside him like a subordinate waiting for her orders. Mr. Davison started sweating, criticizing this man and wanting to show his power by threatening him with the Syrum Syndicate; he wished he could turn back the clock and not say what he said earlier. He must be someone of importance for the princess of Swanville to be standing there waiting for him. Everyone knows how cold this woman is.When Dynasty first entered, she looked at Blake behind the desk and was curious how this man could be the savior of her adopted father. She was intrigued at first glance by his looks and posture, and he gave her a sense of nobility and dominance. Her father told her to be very polite to him, for he held the future of the Syrum in his hands. She then was very c