"They did what?! Are they trying to die?!" Giovanni exclaimed angrily, his voice laced with a hint of menace. He then briefly shifted his gaze towards Josh and stated, "Josh, we'll talk later." Without waiting for Josh's reply, he briskly walked away, heading for the waiting limousine.With Giovanni's abrupt departure, Josh felt slightly uneasy and curious about the situation. He wondered what it was that the henchman had said to his grandfather that had made him mad all of a sudden. As he stood there wondering, Rafael returned and addressed him respectfully, "Your car is ready, Josh."Josh nodded in acknowledgment, his thoughts drifting to the car. He couldn't wait for his car. He couldn't wait to get in the car and drive it around. He had never owned the car before, so one could imagine the excitement in his heart.Rafael led Josh to the garage where the car was kept. As they entered the spacious garage, he gestured toward a sleek, fiery red Ferrari 488 Pista.The moment Josh laid ey
Josh's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to prove his ownership of the high-end sports car. He glanced at the two women who had accused him of stealing, a furrow forming on his brow. He couldn't help but feel frustration and annoyance building up inside him. He was thinking, why did people have to jump to conclusions without knowing the full story? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? It was both irritating and disheartening that strangers, who knew completely nothing about him, saw him get out of an expensive car, and taken it upon themselves to label him a car thief and report him to the police.The two women, unmoved by his distress, rolled their eyes and shot him disdainful glances. "Look at him," one of them remarked with a sneer. "I bet he can't prove this is his car. Because it doesn't belong to him in the first place, he stole it."Her friend chimed in with a disgusted look, "I feel sorry for the real owner. They must be tearing their hair out wondering where the
Josh was taken aback by the officer's abrupt change in attitude, struggling to process the shift from suspicion to apologies. "It's alright," he replied, a mixture of confusion and relief washing over him. He understood that the officer was merely doing his job.The officer's tense expression relaxed as he nodded, relief washing over him after hearing Josh's response. Initially, upon discovering that Josh was a Cruz, he had been anxious, fearing possible repercussions for his perceived disrespect. However, to his relief, Josh displayed no signs of anger or cruelty. "I've confirmed your identity with our station," he explained apologetically. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience caused. You are free to go, Mr. de la Cruz."Josh nodded, glad that the misunderstanding had been resolved. "Thank you officerz." He said.However, the two women who had been eagerly awaiting the car thief's arrest were not pleased to see the officer's change of heart. What the hell was going on? Why was he apologi
Josh couldn't help but be taken aback by the saleswoman's words. The sheer cruelty of her comments struck him. He wondered how she could be so heartless to a customer. However, he knew he shouldn't be surprised; it wasn't the first time someone had looked down on him due to his appearance. Things like this always happened to Josh, and it was a constant reminder of the stark divide between the haves and the have-nots in this world.Noticing how hesitant Josh was to leave, the sales woman disgustingly scowled as she glared at him and demanded. "Young Man, did you hear me? I said leave?" Just one look at Josh was all she needed to know that he was not someone who could afford anything in the store. Josh sighed inwardly, deciding that it was best to leave and go look somewhere else. However, since the saleswoman was looking down on him, he felt the need to show her that he was not as poor as she was thinking, well at least not anymore. He had recently discovered that he was the grandson
Glancing back and forth between Josh and the college students that had just arrived, the saleswoman was surprised by the fact that they knew who Josh was and they were also calling him a thief. The fact that they called him a poor guy and a thief, just confirmed what she thought of Josh. ,"You guys know who this is?" she asked, pointing at Josh with a disgusted look.A blonde girl, wearing a black short school skirt, laughed sarcastically and chimed in, "Miss, don't be fooled by him; he can't afford anything here.""Yeah, just look at the way he dresses, does he look like someone who can afford anything here to you?" Another student added, "Yeah, she's right. I suggest you be careful, 'cause he's known to be a thief. It's best to kick him out."The situation was escalating quickly, and Josh found himself getting made fun of again by his college mates. At this point he didn't know what to do. He couldn't defend himself because no one was going to believe him. Deciding that it was best
Josh looked at the manager with a puzzled look, surprised that she had addressed him by his name. They had never met before, at least that's what he thought. So how did she know his name?Furthermore, he couldn't understand how she had learned his name since no one in the vicinity had addressed him by his actual name. Instead, they had consistently called him derogatory names such as loser or street rat, when speaking to him. Nevertheless, he decided to accompany the manager to learn more about the situation, plus it was a good opportunity to finally get away from Nate and his bully friends.Josh and the Managers gazes met, and she smiled faintly at him. "Let's have a talk in my office." She said with a subtle smile, turning around and making her way towards her office.With a weak nod Josh followed her closely, still perplexed, wondering how did she know who he was and why had she invited him to her office. Was he in trouble? He couldn't help thinking that. And he wouldn't be surpris
Alexandra fixed her employee a look, and she couldn't help feeling embarrassed by her actions. It was really important for her to make a good first impression on Josh, but her employee was making that impossible with her accusations. How on earth did she even come to the conclusion that Josh was a liar. "Kyra, watch it, what's wrong with you?" She asked coldly. She knew she had no choice, so she took out her phone and showed Kyra a picture that Giovanni had posted in the group chat. The picture contained Josh, seated at a large table with Giovanni, and it served as proof that Josh was indeed Giovanni's grandson. The moment Kyra saw the picture, and the caption: 'Meet my grandson' her eyes widened in shock, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. How was that even possible, she thought. The picture was an undeniable proof that Josh was indeed an important person, regardless of his outfit."Wait, what? You're Mr. Giovanni's grandson?" Her tone had changed from suspicion to surprise.
Josh eyed the man who had kidnapped him once before, and his heart raced with a mix of fear and anger. He didn't want to be a victim again, and he knew he had to be careful. Glaring the man in the eye he asked, "What do you want?" Even though he tried to sound tough, his voice was still laced with uneasiness. He really didn't know why the man standing before him was so adamant on kidnapping him. Josh was curious, he wondered if maybe by any chance he had offended someone powerful who might be after him, but he had always tried to be on good terms with everyone, even those who picked on him, so it was very unlikely that this man was being sent by someone he had offended, or knew.As they stared at each other with Josh, thethe man didn't flinch. "You know what I want, Josh. Are you going to come with me willingly, or do I have to force you into my car?" he replied, his tone equally cold and resolute.Josh stared back at the man, his mind racing with a lot of thoughts. He didn't know