Everywhere was filled with billionaires who had been invited as guests to the grand opening event.
Popular artists, musicians, and business people were in attendance at the event.
Reporters and photographers were everywhere, taking pictures and interviewing anybody who had just arrived in their car.
Apart from the light outside the building, the photographers' cameras caught their eyes like lightning, as reporters walked close to them, asking questions before they entered the main building.
Morgan Morris parked his Cybertruck as reporters and photographers had already surrounded his car.
He looked at Natasha, who was breathing heavily, as he held her hands.
"Why are you so nervous?" he sighed.
"I have never been to a place like this before, and I don't want to let you down."
"Don't worry; I'm the one who brought you here, so I will take care of everything here."
She looked at him, still breathing heavily.
I don't want to put you in any situation that will make you feel uncomfortable.
Have I ever complained to you that staying with me is making me feel uncomfortable?
No.
Why are you then complaining?
She looked through the closed window as she saw the reporters and photographers all waiting for them to step out of the car.
She took a deep breath as her heart raced.
You are with me. Don't worry about yourself, just watch. Don't be scared. Nothing is going to happen, Morgan said calmly.
She nodded her head as if she agreed with him; meanwhile, it was as if the whole world wanted to swallow her.
Don't come down. I'm going to open the door for you before you come down.
Okay.
He kissed her on the lips as he came down from his Cybertruck. He went to the other side and opened the door for her.
She wore her black eyeglasses as she came down from the car.
Her long pink sexy dress makes her attractive and impossible to ignore to everyone who looks at her.
'Both of them came down from the car as they went inside the building.
Most of the reporters were asking questions, but Morgan Morris and Natasha didn't answer; they just looked straight ahead, while bouncers, who were welcoming the guests, guided them so that the reporters would not touch any of them.
Coming inside the building, the first person he saw was Elena Gilbert, who was with two of her secretaries and her dad, Gabriel Gilbert, whom he had last seen a long time ago.
Without giving them any space, she went to meet him.
I had been waiting for you, darling, Elena said, as she pointed at Natasha.
She is my fiancée, and I love her.
At this point, that was when the three of them realised that everyone was staring at them, as Morgan was the celebrity whom they wanted to celebrate his victory.
The atmosphere in the room changed. A day that was meant to be celebrated and unforgettable was turning into a fight.
Elena almost fell on the floor as she staggered on her feet.
'What do you think you are doing? What right do you think you have to humiliate my daughter?' Have you forgotten so easily?" Gabriel Gilbert asked.
I don't love your daughter, and I can't confess my feelings to someone I don't love," Morgan Morris replied.
There was a heavy murmur in the building for at least three minutes.
Who is she? Why would Morgan decide to turn down his long-term relationship with a girl they did not even know? Who is she really? What prestigious family does she come from? Was it not the poor girl he picked from the gutter, whose parents had died?
Elena Gilbert, who is every investor's crush, was turned down and humiliated in front of everyone, in front of the world.
You think you can go free with your statement," Elena said.
Thompson Morris, who was also present at the event with Morgan's younger brother Ethan, watched carefully what was going on.
Please, everyone sit down the show is about to start, the M.C. shouted with the mic.
It was a table of four; each of them took their seats.
Elena sat down with her dad and the two secretaries.
While Morgan sat with Natasha, his secretary, and his P.A., who is also his best friend.
Dad, what are you going to do about this? Elena asked.
Don't worry yourself; just watch.
His dad took out his phone from his pocket and messaged the president on WhatsApp.
The president was online; both of them started chatting. After some minutes, Gabriel Gilbert dropped his phone and put it back inside his pocket.
What did you do, Dad?
Don't worry; let's keep the show going.
Thompson realized something was going on; Gabriel's smile was not warm. It was a warning that something awkward was about to happen.
Good day, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the 20th edition of the grand memorial show, the M.C. shouted.
There was a round of applause as everybody smiled and jubilated.
The show is among the biggest in the country, and it happens once a year. It's never easy, but we thank God that we have made it to this very day.
More applause from the crowd.
Let's thank our host, our Grand Master, who supported the show—Hon. John Everest.
Hon. John Everest stood up as he raised his hands.
There are still many people for us to show appreciation to, but we are still coming to that.
Let us also welcome our President of World Business Administration, no other than Daniel Bryan.
There was a round of applause as Daniel Bryan stood up from his seat and raised his hand.
Please welcome both men here as they present any awards to the rightful owners.
Both men came and stood beside the MC, with each of the awards lined on the desk.
The president whispered to the MC's ear, which made the MC's mood change, and he wanted to ask a question, but at that moment, the president pointed at his wristwatch.
And the award goes to no other person than David Craig.