A few days later, Gerald walked out of the elevator with his lawyer, his expression grim. His steps were stiff, and he exuded a gloomy aura that made everyone he passed not dare to say a word to him.Reaching the door leading to the boardroom of the Hamilton Towers, his lawyer opened it for him to s
Then he frowned as he stopped in front of Gerald. “Oh sorry. I forgot that she just terminated your partnership, so you're not working with her anymore.”Gerald clenched his hand tightly into a fist, but he knew that the bastard was just trying to provoke him, and he wasn't going to give him the sat
When Gerald stepped out of the elevator and got to Bertha’s desk, his secretary had a very bemused look on her face. “Bertha, is something the matter?” “You have a visitor, sir,” Bertha answered. Gerald didn’t have to ask who the visitor was. The exasperated look on Bertha’s face told it all. Gri
He walked from the floor to the ceiling window, trying to reign in his anger as he stared at the sky while speaking. “No matter how much I despise you, that child you’re carrying has done nothing wrong. I’m not planning on shirking my responsibilities. I’m going to give him all the love and attenti
“Of course, Gerald Butler is the reason, and it’s all thanks to Miss Hamilton, who assumes she knows more about business than us,” Stephen answered. Desiree had enough of his taunts and carefully worded insults. She shot to her feet, glaring down at him as she hissed, “Gerald couldn’t have been the
“The doctors said the attack he suffered was serious. They’re doing everything they can to stabilize him but they can’t give me any guarantees,” her mother answered, tears pouring down her face. “I don’t want to lose him, Desiree.” “No. No. That won’t happen. Nothing will happen to Dad, Mum.” Desir
“Do you need anything else, sir?” Bertha asked as she set a cup of coffee on a saucer in front of Gerald. “No, Bertha. Thank you,” Gerald said as he picked up the coffee and took a sip, smiling gratefully. “Excuse me, then.” Bertha turned to leave, but Gerald remembered something and called out.
“Sasha, how’s Michael doing? Where’s Desiree?” Sasha stopped pacing upon seeing him, the worry on her face twisting to anger as she glared at him. “You have some nerve showing your face here and asking about Michael when you’re the reason why he had a heart attack.” Gerald froze, staring at her in