Desperate and seeing no hope, Caleb was on the verge of collapse when Tiffany arrived, offering a lifeline. Stunned speechless, he finally blurted, "Just save my kid, and I'll do whatever you ask, no questions." He was prepared to face any consequences.
Tiffany smiled. "Your servitude isn't necessary. I'm interested in acquiring 70% of your company's shares. You can remain CEO; I won't interfere with operations. My role will be to provide capital; your focus will be expansion."
This was an unexpected blessing. His company was bankrupt, written off by everyone. Yet, this woman offered a lifeline and real investment. He felt like he'd won the lottery.
Caleb was floored, thinking he was hallucinating or the victim of a cruel joke. It was too good to be true; he had to pinch himself.
Tiffany, practical and efficient, saw his disbelief. She grabbed his arm and marched him to the bank. Seeing the balance, Caleb's jaw dropped. This was real.
He composed himself, wiped his eyes, and said, "Alright, I'm in," giving her a firm nod.
"Here—get your kid fixed up first, then we'll talk business. Don't worry about anything; it's all covered," Tiffany said, handing him a card with her number. "Look, I'm busy. Gotta go!"
It was a fleeting miracle. She'd swooped in like a superhero and vanished just as quickly—the whole encounter lasting less than five minutes. Caleb was left dumbfounded, with only a phone number. He hadn't even learned her name.
He broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. After being rejected everywhere, this woman had appeared unexpectedly, offering a substantial sum without tricks or hidden agendas.
Eventually, Caleb snapped out of it. His despair was replaced by renewed determination. He was back in the game.
Tiffany was unaware that her spontaneous act had won his unwavering loyalty. The company everyone had written off was about to make a comeback. It would thrive, outperforming the competition, and her investment would be richly rewarded.
But that was the future. Currently, Tiffany was elated. In her past life, Kenneth was meant to recruit Caleb; she had beaten him to it, significantly disrupting his plans. Her deal with Caleb completely eclipsed Kenneth's offer. Even if Kenneth tried to approach Caleb now, it would be futile.
Humming cheerfully, Tiffany headed to meet Richard for dinner. She expected to arrive first, but Richard was already there. She apologized for her five-minute lateness.
In Lovell City, punctuality was paramount. Yet, Richard's annoyance vanished at the sight of Tiffany's apologetic expression.
They entered Velvet & Vine, a highly acclaimed restaurant with Michelin-starred chefs and a strict 99-customer daily limit. The restaurant had powerful, unseen protection against trouble.
The restaurant was nearly empty, aside from attentive servers. Unbeknownst to them, Sandra witnessed their arrival.
Sandra stopped Kenneth, pointing towards Velvet & Vine. "Kenneth, I think I just saw Tiffany go in there with a guy. They looked pretty cozy."
Kenneth frowned. "You sure?"
"I think so, butshe's your fiancée. Maybe I'm wrong," Sandra said, feigning confusion.
Fortunately, Tiffany didn't hear this display of two-faced behavior.
Kenneth, angered, headed towards the restaurant, followed by Sandra. Tiffany had just entered when Kenneth arrived, furious. He roughly grabbed her wrist.
"You two-timing flake!" he exploded.
Tiffany seethed. "Kenneth, have you lost your marbles? Who do you think you are, pushing me around?"
Kenneth, misunderstanding her anger as jealousy, tried to calm down, but remained bossy. "Let's go. I'm not taking no for an answer."
Tiffany's disbelief turned to fury. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're a nobody! You have no right to yell and demand answers. Back off!"
Kenneth was stunned. Then, the man beside Tiffany turned. Kenneth recognized him—it was Richard.
Kenneth stammered, "Un… Uncle…"
Richard, initially on a call, was taken aback by his nephew's audacity. "You trying to start something?" he asked coldly.
Kenneth, terrified of Richard, immediately backed down. Richard noticed Tiffany's reddened wrist. "Hands off her. Now." [The website promotion has been removed.]