Dickson arched his eyebrows casually, a deceptive ease in his expression. Yet, beneath the surface, a simmering rage threatened to erupt, a desire to unleash chaos upon everyone present.Patrick impatiently adjusted his suit and declared to Amanda, "Sign it, and you can be the chairwoman. But heed my warning—I doubt you can keep that promise. You risk losing everything and staining the family name and company name further. If that happens, I'll sever ties with you too. However, surrender the shares now, and you'll remain my beloved sister. As your elder brother, I'll treat you well."Patrick's implication wasn't lost on anyone; it was a veiled threat to Amanda. If she insisted on usurping him, their brother -sister bond would crumble.A chill inexplicably crept over Amanda. First, her ex-husband's hindrance, and now, her brother engaging in moral manipulation. A challenging moment indeed."Fine, I'll sign," Amanda yielded, a condition hanging in the air. "But I have a request. All sha
"Mrs. Stella , how do you view Amanda 's connection with Mr. Dickson?""Word on the street is that Amanda has invested in one of the biggest company Africa. Any truth to that?""That's her personal affair. See her there, why don’t you go ask her yourself!" Alison's expression turned serious, clearly uninterested in an interview. "These rumours of stealing men and properties are common, but you should look beyond that. The Terry’s are a highly respected family. Do you think they'd let their heir marry someone like that? Let time reveal the truth."For the media, it was a bombsh*ll. Whether it was true or not didn't matter as long as it captured public interest. Alison won't let Amanda overshadow her own sister, and it's the very reason she took action against Amanda five years ago. Amanda's brilliance was a threat to Amelia's spotlight."Mrs. Stella, can you share the details of Ms. Amelia and Mr. Dicksons upcoming wedding since she is your best friend?" "Well, it's been three years si
"Francis has just woken up.""Alright, Mommy's going to check on him first, okay?" Amanda changed her clothes, freshened up, and disinfected herself before heading to her son's room."Francis, Mommy's home!""Mommy!" Francis lay in bed, a big, bright smile lighting up his frail face.Since birth, Francis had been dealing with the challenges of Parkinson disease.For over three years,Francis had been confined to his bed, unable to even stand up. Needle marks and scars adorned his skin.The burden of hospital bills and ongoing treatments weighed heavily on Amanda, driving him forward. Her deepest desire was to see her son recover one day and stand on his own. She thought he had recovered when she saw him today in her father’s house only for her to get to her hotel suite and discover that it had become worse."Francis, does it still hurt?" Amanda held her son's delicate hand, her heart throbbing with pain. Each time Amanda saw her son, she fought hard to hold back the tears.Francis wast
Amanda's response was silence; she disconnected the call without uttering a word. From the bedside drawer, she retrieved four bottles of trembling hands, both containing antidepressants. In quiet despair, she spilled out several pills and swallowed them in one go, battling the depths of severe depression.Initially, she only needed one or two antidepressants a day, but over time, the quantity escalated. Now, there were instances where she had to ingest more than a dozen pills to find solace."Mandy? Hello? Amanda?" Andrew anxiously shouted into his phone, but all he received in return was the persistent beeping sound. Concerned, he stashed his cell phone and hastily descended from his apartment. Andrew rushed into his car and sped toward Amanda's hotel, driven by worry for her well-being.Having known each other abroad since childhood, he and Amanda were once neighbours. Despite the three-year age gap, Andrew found the seed of romance taking root in his heart during those early years.
"Who's responsible for this mess?" Dickson barked, slamming his fist on the table. His secretary, standing nearby, turned pale. "We've likely been hacked! I'll check the IP address immediately."Dicskon's face turned an alarming shade of red. Whoever orchestrated this juvenile prank would face consequences. As the top enterprise in New York, Dickson Corp boasted top-notch security. How could they be so easily breached? Dickson muttered, "d*mn it, it doesn't matter. This just exposes the incompetence of my technical staff!"The IP address was swiftly traced back to the King’sHotel. Dickson, squinting at the screen, frowned. In the next moment, a realisation dawned upon him."Isn't Amanda currently residing at the King’s Hotel? She must be involved in this!""That woman," Dickson seethed internally, "she can't defeat me in the real world, so she resorts to humiliating tactics like these?" Dickson clenched his teeth, his expression growing even darker. "Jack, do you have the papers? The
Inhaling deeply, Amanda took hold of the contract and carefully reviewed its contents. The agreement proved to be exceptionally stringent, with terms that were outright oppressive. Given the current state of the company, completing the contract within two years seemed like a near-impossible feat."This is unfair.""If you're hesitant to sign, just say so," Dickson retorted.Joanna clenched her teeth in frustration. "Mr. Dickson , you're crossing a line! Show some decency, will you?""Yeah, yeah," Dickson responded dismissively. "I'm just annoying, okay?"He slouched back in his chair, casually puffing on his cigarette, appearing nonchalant. "If you're too scared to sign, just quit the family company. Besides, it’s not even your company!"His arrogant demeanour fueled Amanda's inner fury. Yet, she was no quitter, not back then, and certainly not now.The terms were exorbitant, but if she could complete the task, she could finally rid Dickson and his team members for good and for the be
All Dickson desired in that moment was to assert dominance over Amanda. He was inherently aggressive, and once he targeted someone, escape became nearly impossible.Amanda's shirt was forcibly torn open by Dickson, his hands roaming recklessly over her body. Despite the fear and humiliation, Amanda fought fiercely. "Let go of me, no! Hmm... let go, you understand?""You think I don't know what you're doing? Nobody plays hard to get with me. Dickson always gets everything he wants," he declared.As he spoke, the zip on Amanda's skirt was ruthlessly torn apart. However, no matter how vigorously she fought, pinned to the sink, she felt utterly powerless. Horror consumed her entirely.This man had always been brutal to her, and she knew Dickson would only cease when she was shattered and broken.When Bruce was on the verge of attaining his desires, the door was abruptly pounded with rapid and loud knocks.Dickson halted, and an uneasy silence enveloped them. What a disappointment!The doo
Amanda furrowed her brow and addressed Amelia, asking, "What are you doing?" Amelia responded with a sneer, turning around to forcefully hit her head against the wall, resulting in an instant swelling on her forehead. Collapsing weakly to the floor, she began to moan, "Ouch, it hurts. Don't hit me, Mandy, please. Help!"Dickson, hearing the commotion, hastily pushed the door open. Upon entering, he witnessed Amelia lying on the floor, pitifully covering her head."What's happening over here?"Amelia stared at Amanda in horror and weakly said, "Mandy, she hit me. She just hit me..." Dickson glanced at Amelia's forehead, noting the bruise. "It hurts!" Amelia sobbed, appearing pitiful. That finally convinced Dickson. "Amanda, how could you treat Amelia like this? She is a good person!" Amanda tried hard not to roll her eyes."She hit the wall herself, and I never touched her. I had nothing to do with it." "Oh, come off it! How can Amelia be so stupid as to run herself into a wall?" "Fine
Knock! Knock!The sound of the door was heard as it came with a knock not so loud.“Who could that be?” Dickson thought out loud as he tried finding out the person behind the door.“Are you expecting anyone in this house?” He asked Betty who acts like the second in command whenever Amanda isn't around.“I'm not expecting anyone, sir. As you can see madam Amanda asked me to watch over her son and that's what I'm being paid for.” She made her duties clear to him in a clearer tone.“I don't know if at all I'll be doing the right thing to open the door for the person behind the door to enter.” He stood up from where he sat and paced around uncontrollably.Betty watching the way Dickson moved spoke up, “You don't have to bother at all it might be that the knock was a mistake.”“That could be true as well. Let's hope that the knocker won't knock again.” Betty addressed him pointing her fingers to the chair instructing him to seat on it.Knock! Knock!“Did you hear that? I think I need to te
“Francisca can’t be left alone. Look after her!”Anna nodded solemnly. “Miss Amanda, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her!”“Then I’ll take my leave first!”“Goodbye, Miss Amanda!”Amanda did not say anything else. She took her bag and left in a hurry.Dickson followed closely behind.Amanda arrived at the parking lot and reached for the car key in her pocket, only to realize thather car was still at the studio.Dickson was the one who sent her and Francisca to the hospital.“Uh…” Amanda frowned and resentfully put the car keys back into her bag.She was about to hail a taxi when a car stopped beside her.“Get in!” Dickson rolled down the window and looked at her casually.Amanda was stunned.Even though she didn’t want to get into his car, she knew he would go crazy again if she rejectedhim.Helpless, Amanda obediently got into the front passenger seat.In the car.Amanda did not say a word, Her expression was cold and indifferent.Dickson glanced at her from time to time, his g
Seeing that Francisca had recovered, she could not help but lie on the bed and fall asleep.She took a nap in a daze and felt someone putting a piece of clothing on her shoulder.Amanda was shocked and quickly opened her eyes.She turned around and saw Dickson.He was holding a suit and putting it on her at that moment.Amanda suddenly sat up straight. “Dickson, why are you back again?”Seeing how nervous she was, Dickson chuckled. “You still owe me a bowl of noodles, so why can’t Ibe back?”Amanda frowned in frustration. “This is a hospital. I can’t make noodles for you!”“When are you going to make it for me?”“When my daughter recovers, I’ll make it for you when I have time!”Dickson chuckled. “Alright, I’ll wait for you!”“There’s nothing else here. You can go back now!”When Dickson heard this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. “No, I want to accompany you here!”“I don’t need your company. It’s already so late. Hurry up and go back to sleep!”“Don’t worry. I’ll make the noodle
Seeing Dickson had found Eric to confront him, Amelia was frightened and uneasy.Dickson’s face was covered with a layer of coldness. “Why are you so nervous?”“I’m not nervous!” Although Amelia denied it, her heart was about to jump out of her throat.Dickson examined Amelia with a sinister expression.“Dickson, don’t look at me like that. Do you… not trust me?” Amelia’s body went numb from hisstare.As she spoke, her tears fell again. She looked weak and helpless.Dickson did not say anything else. He just smoked silently and waited.While waiting, Amelia became even more uneasy.She wanted to find an opportunity to call or send a message to Eric to warn him not to spoutnonsense.Unfortunately, Dickson was watching her. She had no chance at all.Half an hour later!Eric was brought to an office.There was a huge double–sided mirror in the office.Dickson and Amelia were behind the mirror. They could see Eric’s every move.However, Eric could not see them.Seeing Eric, Amelia’s fac
Amanda rolled her eyes and pushed open the door to the ward. Standing outside, Amelia appeared lost in thought. It seemed like she had been standing there for quite some time, her face reflecting a mix of despair and sorrow. Amanda, taken aback, questioned, "What brings you here?" In response, Amelia mustered a faint sneer, casting a cold look at Amanda and retorting, "Why wouldn't I be here?" Unperturbed, Amanda urged, "Feel free then," and proceeded down the corridor, avoiding any interaction with Amelia. However, Amelia's tone suddenly turned sharp, demanding, "Halt!" Reluctantly, Amanda turned back with a gloomy expression, making it clear that she had no desire to encounter anyone from Anderson’s family."What is your intention?" Suddenly, Amelia forced a miserable smile, resembling an injured little white rabbit. "Why do you have to meddle with my boyfriend?" She questioned with a gasp, her trembling nose bridge resembling a pitiful, dehydrated goldfish."Amelia, I'll say it aga
Dickson looked at her from head to toe. His hawk-like eyes seemed to be seeking credit.Amanda took a deep breath and swiftly breathed in and out.She didn’t want to say anything now–not a single word.Seeing she was still silent, Dickson arrogantly pursed his lips and confidently approached her from the opposite side of the bed."Your daughter might have been dead without me! Don't you think you should express your gratitude?" he said. Facing Amanda, Dickson remained shamelessly self-assured, as if his actions were entirely expected.Amanda took a deep look at Dickson and had mixed feelings.She was naturally grateful to him. However, after hearing what he said, the gratitude suddenly turned into ashes."Say something!" Dickson insisted, reaching out to encircle her shoulder."What are you after?" Amanda questioned, her pupils narrowing, revealing a subtle sharpness.“Judging from his expression, he probably wants me to compensate him with that again!” Amanda thought. The last bit of
Hearing the way Amanda spoke, Stella became angry once more and took it upon herself to react, "Has my son committed a crime? If at all he committed a crime, It's not for you to pass judgement!"Patrick watched the way Stella spoke and got furious as he cautioned her,"Shut your mouth immediately!" He then turned to Mandy, as he begged for her forgiveness, urging her to forgive Stan this time.Patrick pleaded, "Rick acted impulsively, but he has learned his lesson. Please forgive him this time; I'm kneeling before you, begging for it!" With those words, Patrick was seen kneeling before Amanda, who promptly responded, "Patrick, get up. Don't do this."Amanda was disgusted at the sight of Patrick kneeling before her. Knowing fully well that he is older than her.He didn’t bother about his age as he kept persisting."If you won't forgive Stan, I'll continue kneeling!" He was on the verge of kneeling again in front of Amanda. Annoyed and frustrated, Amanda took hold of Patrick, asking him t
Exhausted, Stella exclaimed, "Must you involve the police in this? It's not a big deal."Amanda, taken aback and infuriated by Stella's comment, countered, "Not a big deal? You're downplaying it; Stanley committed intentional homicide!"Stella argued, "Your daughter is alive! At most, it's a prank. Why go to such lengths to send my cousin to prison?"Unwilling to prolong the argument, Amanda stated, "I don't want to continue this conversation. Let the police decide. They'll judge whether Stanley played a prank or committed a crime."Turning away, Amanda prepared to leave, dismissing Stella and Stanley. Stella, desperate, yelled, "Don't walk away from me!"Amanda firmly responded, "I won't engage with you." Realising Amanda's seriousness, Stella grew anxious.Amelia, feeling uneasy, remarked, "Intentional homicide? Stanley could face attempted murder charges even if he didn't take a life. In that case, he'll still be sentenced."Stella, dismissing the gravity of the situation, retorted
Stella and Patrick’s expressions shifted as they began to suspect that Stanley might have abducted Amanda’s daughter. However, Stella was consistently unreasonable, always ready to argue even when lacking advantages. Despite this, Stella would staunchly defend Stanley, even if he were in the wrong. Stella yelled, “You can’t just do whatever you want to Stanley, no matter the circumstances.”Indignant, Stella untied her distressed Cousin, shouting, “Who do you think you are? How dare you harm my cousin like this?” Amelia delicately shook Dickson’s arm, suggesting, “Dickson, perhaps this is just a misunderstanding. Stanley is my friend’s Cousin. Can't we resolve this through dialogue? Why resort to violence?”Patrick also lamented, “Mandy, Stan is like your younger brother too. How can you harm him so severely? We're family; we should be able to talk things out. A sister shouldn't treat her brother like this.”Amanda countered, “Hmph. Stanley wouldn’t have done something so outrageous i