nd to make things worse she had no time, whatever could be done had to be done within twenty one days. Tears were rolling down her cheeks already a

he burger shop to cover rent and groceries. Loans were out of the question-her credit was already in shambles. The thought of begging some faceless charity organisations for help crossed her mind, but she

s fluorescent lights behind her felt like the last beacon of hope, but she had already exhausted eve

figure approaching until she slammed

going!" a deep, irri

ked like he had walked straight out of a billionaire romance novel. Piercing blue eyes-so cold they could freez

a moment to

ed magazine covers, whispered about in hushed tones at high-society events. He was known for his ruthlessn

rrassment. "I-I'm sorry," she sta

dy, try looking where you're going next time, else..." he paused as if something struck his mind. "Just be careful and

se rich people, they sort of think that they own the world." "Can you imagine how he just spoke to me rudely and brushed past me

a miracle, she thought bitterly. But miracles didn't exi

mped one-bedroom unit on the outskirts of the city. The paint peeled off the walls, the flickering hallway light barely illuminating the dingy

t tighten. Just months ago, her mother had been full of life, working as a nurse, smiling even after the longest shift

ears. She couldn't break down. Not no

ropped her head into her hands. The hospital bills sat in a neat s

a middle aged man, tall and smart. He didn't smile throughout the tim

said "I don't have that kind of money doctor and please

doctor, I'll pay you installmentally until the bill is settled, please don't allow m

g lady, you have to do whatever it will take you to get $500K in less than three weeks

ed for a soluti

. A man like Oliver Gibson had money to spare. To waste. If s

was absurd. Why would a man like

en a foolish man could have observed that all isn't fi

ely want to save my mother, I have to do this." She muttered to hers

fate had already set