But this time, Elvis didn't reach for his glass.
He didn't even spare the young woman a glance. His tone was flat as he said, "Sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately. I can't drink."
The girl froze, her shoulders stiffening as she shot a helpless look at Mr. King.
She could tell—Elvis was turning her down.
Mr. King's smile faltered at the corners of his mouth. He tried to recover, "Mr. Rogers, I forgot to introduce you. This is my daughter. She just graduated from college this year. She's always looked up to you, and when she heard I'd invited you to dinner, she begged me to bring her along for a chance to meet you."
Elvis said nothing.
The girl's eyes filled with tears. She glanced anxiously at her father.
Desperate, Mr. King—who dreamed of having Elvis as a son-in-law—decided to take a gamble. He pressed on, "I heard you're still single, Mr. Rogers. If my daughter could earn your favor…"
"Mr. King." Elvis finally spoke, voice calm but firm. "I'm not single."
Mr. King's expression changed abruptly.
That couldn't be right. He'd heard that Elvis had never even dated, never shown interest in any woman.
So why was Elvis claiming he wasn't single?
But whatever the truth, now that Elvis had said it outright, Mr. King could hardly keep pushing his daughter at him.
Regret settled heavy in his chest.
Just then, Elvis's phone buzzed—a WhatsApp message from his mother.
He opened the chat. She'd sent him a screenshot.
The moment he saw it, his eyes darkened.
Another message popped up:
"Winona seems to be in trouble. Aren't you going to help her?"


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