The receptionists exchanged confused glances. Yes, they could tell the man before them wasn't an average Joe just from the aura he gave them. But they couldn't go against the company's policy.
They were right, not many people knew who Alexander was except a few business associates.He wasn't in the mood to wait so he pulled out his phone and called Michael.“I’m at the reception,” he said, his voice flat when the call was answered.Michael, who was busy with his work, frowned after answering the call. Alexander has never visited his company before. Did something serious come up? Without hesitation, he rushed downstairs.The moment he spotted Alexander, who was waiting at the reception despite his impatient nature, he got furious.“What are you all doing? Don't you know who he is? The next time you make him wait, you can all forget about working here. He berated the receptionists.He then turned to Alexander and gave him a frSophia shrugged dismissively. “You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.”“I'm heading to bed. Goodnight,” she said, making her way towards the stairs, but Alexander stopped her.“Don't go yet, I'm not hiding anything. I can tell you whatever you want to know.”She paused and looked back at him, unsure whether he meant it. “You know you don't have to. I was just mentioning it casually.”“She's the young girl who saved me many years ago. I only owe her a debt of gratitude. Nothing more.” He said reassuring her.Sophia felt a lump in her throat. Owing a debt of gratitude to a woman? She felt very uncomfortable with that thought.“So how are you going to repay her?” she asked folding her arms.The question stunned him. He hadn't thought about it yet. He had promised himself that he would marry her if she wasn't married when they reunited. But meeting Sophia changed everything. So he wasn't sure how to r
The next morning, Sophia woke up in Alexander's arms. She really wanted to stay in his embrace but she had to go to work and she knew the delicate balance they had to maintain.She was determined to build her career without relying on her husband, and that's why their relationship had to be kept a secret especially now that he was their chairman.They had a quick breakfast together and as they prepared to leave for the day, Alexander insisted on driving her to work. “I'll only agree on one condition,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.“What condition?” he asked, raising his eyebrows quizzically.“Well, you have to drop me a few blocks from the Allure building. I don't want anyone to see us together.”“Okay.” He nodded chuckling at her insistence but complied, understanding her desire to maintain her independence at Allure Fashion.When they neared the drop-off point, Alexander
"Of course he wouldn't. We trust each other." Sophia replied not at all bothered.She knew her husband well; he may not like other men around her, but he trusted her.Larry took a seat across from her, glancing around with a curious expression. “ You all seem very busy and tense, but I admire your composure. It’s clear you’re passionate about your work.”“Thanks. There’s a lot of pressure with the upcoming selection, but I like the challenge.” Sophia replied, leaning back in her chair.“Oh! What competition?” he asked, his interest piqued.“There will be an international design competition coming soon. It'll be held in our country, probably in Averia,” she revealed, her eyes glistening with anticipation.She continued filling him in on the process and the competition within the company. Larry listened keenly, offering professional suggestions and encouragement.He smiled, his gaze lingering on her for a mo
To make matters worse, the rumor that the chairman wanted to offer her the chance but she declined added to Nina’s bitterness. Even though she had no proof, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Sophia had an advantage.That is why she wanted to do everything by herself to prevent any mistakes. She shut down her team's efforts, determined to handle everything herself to prevent any mistakes.Still, she had something prepared to secure her win. She texted Joyce, one of her secret informants in Sophia's team.‘Remember our agreement. We act on the last day before the presentation.’She made sure to use WhatsApp’s disappearing messages feature. As soon as Joyce read the message, it would automatically vanish, leaving no trace behind.With only one week left, the teams worked overtime to make sure they stood out.Each morning, Alexander dropped Sophia off a few blocks away from the office. It had become th
That same evening, Catherine was grocery shopping. As she left the supermarket, she accidentally bumped into someone. She had many shopping bags and some were now on the floor. “Oh, I'm sorry.” She said, struggling to pick up the scattered items. “It's okay, I'll help you.” A young man interrupted her and quickly gathered the shopping bags, picking up all the items. Catherine was touched. She had been in a hurry and hadn't seen the man, making her the one at fault. Yet, instead of getting upset, he graciously volunteered to help. “Thank you so much, young man. That's very kind of you.” She thanked him sincerely. “No problem at all. You can call me Larry.” The man replied respectfully. “Oh, thank you, Larry, you must've been raised well.” “Do you need a ride? I see you've shopped quite a lot.” Larry offered. “Oh, no need. My car is nearby. I was feeling bored at home so I stepped out today.”
Larry looked at her for a moment, considering the offer. He had to play along, though the thought of hurting Sophia made him sick. “Let me think about it,” he said after a pause. “But I'm not making any promises. I don't want to hurt Sophia.” Jessica let out a cold laugh. “You're sweet, Larry. But don't worry, this won't hurt her. Just think about it and let me know. I'll be waiting for your call.” With that, she stood up, smoothing her dress and giving him one last look before sauntering out of the bar, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Larry watched her go, his mind racing. He needed to figure out a way to navigate this without blowing his cover and, more importantly, without letting Sophia get caught in the crossfire. *** Over the next few days, Sophia didn’t hear from Larry. But she didn't have time to dwell on it as she was busy with work. She preferred it that way anyway She and her team were almost done with their draft, just a few more touches
“I’ve been close enough to Sophia to know what's going on in Allure Fashion.”“What about it?” Jessica asked, leaning closer.“There’s an international competition in three months, and the selection for who’s going to represent Allure happens in the next two days. Sophia is almost guaranteed to win.”Jessica narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure about it?”“I’ve been keeping tabs on the company. From what I've gathered, she's the frontrunner. The panel loves her leadership, and her team is strong. If she's chosen she'll represent Allure on a global stage.”Jessica smirked. “That's exactly when we strike.”Larry nodded. “Exactly. If we sabotage her during the competition, Allure’s reputation will take a serious hit. And who will Alexander blame for that? He’ll see her as incompetent, and it’ll drive a wedge between them.”Jessica leaned back, deep in thought. “Sabotaging her sounds easy, but how do we make sure it doesn’t
Today, Emily reported to work earlier than usual. It was the last day of their preparation and everyone was almost ready for tomorrow.When she was about to enter the company, she got a glimpse of Nina talking with someone. It seemed like Nina was giving orders.What made Emily more curious was the discreet place the two were standing. It was clear the two didn't want to be seen together.She walked toward them, curious about what Nina was up to. After all, Nina was known for using underhanded means to get what she wanted.Meanwhile, Nina was instructing Joyce on what to do.“That's all you have to do and no one will suspect you. Once I am selected, I'll propose to Carla to have you as my assistant and you can watch your career grow.”While Nina spoke with excitement, Joyce's fingers trembled, and she bit her lip, unable to hide her fear.Nina was pissed, which resulted in threatening her.“If you can't do it, t
Back in Sadrova restaurant, Alexander emerged from the bathroom after several knocks on the door.He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door.Tim hurried in with his bag. He looked just like any other thirty-year-old guy who happened to be on duty. His white doctor’s coat was slightly creased like he’d rushed out of the hospital without a second thought. Underneath, he had on a black T-shirt and jeans, just something comfortable for a long shift. A stethoscope still hung around his neck, probably out of habit more than anything. His glasses gave him a smart, slightly serious look, but there was an easygoing air about him.“What took you so long?” Alexander asked, masking the discomfort in his body."I left my patients waiting just to come here, and you're complaining?" Tim asked casually, placing his bag on the couch.Alexander just snorted, glaring at him before making his way to the couch.Tim didn’t waste time once he saw Alexander’s condition. He quickly prepared a s
Alexander closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to look at her. Images of Sophia flooded his mind.“No, I can’t let this happen. I won’t,” he muttered, biting his lower lip hard as if the pain would fight off the drug’s effect.He struggled to wake up again, pushing Jessica away. She tried to resist but this time, Alexander shoved her harder, and she fell from the bed.He didn't even spare her a glance; he quickly bent toward the bedside table, grabbed his phone, and staggered out of the room.He struggled to walk in the hallway, holding on to the wall for support.When he reached the next suite, he found a couple holding each other as they were about to make their way in.The man opened the door with a gentlemanly smile, signaling to the lady to get in first.Before the woman could react, Alexander snatched the room card and staggered inside leaving the words, “Sorry, I need to use the room.”Before the man could react, he had already locked the door from the inside.“Damn it!” The man
Meanwhile, back in Hawthorne's ancestral home, Marcus knocked on his grandpa's bedroom, casually tucking his other hand into his pants pocket.After Raphael murmured from inside, he pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, with a bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow over the space. The air held a comforting mix of lavender and woody from the old oak furniture.A large, neatly made bed stood against the far wall, its thick duvet turned down slightly, perhaps he was ready for bedtime.An antique clock ticked quietly on the wall, and a pair of slippers sat perfectly aligned by the edge of a plush rug.Raphael was seated on a couch near the window with a steaming cup of tea on the small table in front of him. Despite the warmth in the room, he had a shawl draped over his shoulders, and the lines on his face seemed deeper under the soft light.He seemed to have aged more since the last time Marcus saw him. “Grandpa,” he greeted.“Sit,” Raphael said, pointing at t
Chapter 124: Alexander's Helpless Alexander’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. The tension in the room grew so thick that it felt like the air itself was pressing down on everyone. Mark turned to him apologetically, “Sorry, boss, I will...” “It's okay. You can go.” Alexander cut him off coldly. Then he added, “Mark, you can take your leave. You will be rewarded for today." He had just remembered it was supposed to be Mark's off day. “Thank you, boss.” Mark nodded happily before walking out, knowing that his boss didn't blame him. Bullock swallowed hard as he stood up to face Jessica. “Miss Jason, whatever deal we had with your father is being handled by my secretary. Please go speak to her,” he said politely. “I just did that but she couldn't give me any substantial explanation. That's why I came to look for you,” Jessica said with a righteous voice, sounding offended. “I'll look for Mr Jason myself and give him an explanation,” Bruno said, trying to send Jessica aw
“You're the pride of the Hawthornes, my dear. That Sophia was our bad luck; Look at how we're prospering now that she's gone. My son is more accomplished now that she isn't here to drag him behind.” Evelyn clapped like a child who just won a prize, her eyes glowing with pride. She walked over to Marcus and patted his shoulder like he’d just won a major award. “I’m so proud of you, son.” “Marcus, I hope you're not still dreaming of bringing her back,” Lauren scoffed, tilting her chin up in distaste. Marcus leaned back lazily, his arms spread across the back of the couch. He smirked, brushing invisible dust from his shirt like a king making a declaration. “Sophia will be mine sooner or later..." “Marcus, you're just digging your own grave. Go see your grandpa now.” His father's angry voice came from upstairs interrupting them. “So it's true you don't believe in me, Dad. Is that why you stepped down?” Marcus turned to him with his face full of disappointment. His fathe
“Wait… why are you so quick to defend yourself?” Sophia laughed out, amused.“Well, that's because I hate slander. But you know I'm not lying, right?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders. “Yes. You two are gentlemen. The girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest,” she said, winking at Amelia.“Did you hear that?” Michael turned to Amelia proudly. “You two are impossible.” Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face.***Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected. “I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia,” he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked as he sat down. “You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right?” Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table. “Anything within my capability,” Alexander said, leaning on his seat. “Then divorce Sophia and marry me.” She dared him. The moment the last word left her mouth, the
Back at the Eldridge International Airport, the final boarding call echoed through the terminal: “Final boarding for Flight 782 to Geniva. All remaining passengers, please proceed to Gate 14 immediately.” Jessica stood up calmly, composed, like everything was going exactly as she had planned. She picked up her handbag, adjusted her blazer slightly, and started walking toward the gate. Her assistant, clearly more nervous, hurried after her. “Miss Jason, are we boarding now? I thought …” “Just follow me and stop asking questions,” Jessica cut her coldly and walked ahead. Her heels clicked confidently against the polished floor without any hint of panic. When they reached the gate, she handed over her passport and boarding pass with a small, polite smile. The attendant scanned them and gave a quick nod. “You may proceed.” She and her assistant began walking down the jet bridge. They were only a few steps away from the plane's door when a sudden urgent voice cal
Back in Eldridge, in the backyard of Jason's estate, Rachel knelt by her flowerbed, humming a tune as she worked.She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that fluttered slightly with the breeze. A wide straw hat shielded her face, but even then, the grace in her every movement showed. Her hands, though elegant, weren’t afraid of dirt. She held a small pruning shear and gently snipped away a dried leaf from one of her prized roses.The garden was in full bloom, with roses in shades of blush and deep red, lilies standing tall and proud, and dainty white daisies dancing in the wind. It was her happy place. Every weekend, she spent at least an hour here. It was one of the few things that grounded her and made her feel like everything would be okay.She wiped her forehead with the back of her glove, smiling faintly at the progress she had made. Her flowerbed looked perfect.Just then, a servant came rushing out from the house, breathless.“Madam, Mr. Evans is here. He doesn’t look like he c
Meanwhile, back in Averia, Alexander’s car rolled to a stop outside a modest building nestled between tall sycamore trees. The sign above the gate read Happy Orphanage in faded blue paint. The walls were worn and the compound was quiet and solemn. A woman in her mid-fifties stepped out to meet him. Her hair was tied in a tight bun, streaked with gray, and her eyes held both kindness and years of experience. She wore a plain beige dress and clutched a manila folder to her chest like it held secrets. “Welcome to Happy Orphanage, Mr. Evans. We’re at your service,” she greeted warmly, with a practiced tone like someone used to formalities and farewells. Alexander nodded and followed her inside. In her office, she showed Alexander all the files related to the person he was looking for. “According to your description, this is the person who was at the orphanage and later rescued by her parents that same year,” she explained, handing over the file. Alexander took the document and fli