Moore Family. "Old Master, what do you think we should do?" Yousif's wife, Elina, sat at the foot of Johan's bed and wept. Tears notwithstanding, she was an attractive woman despite getting on in years. Johan sat up carefully. His body may be old but his mind was still sharp as a tack. Things rarely slipped his notice. In this case, he knew that there must have been a reason behind the trouble the Cook family was stirring up. This time however Jepherson had gone too far. He really should not have gone to the Cook family to take matters into his own hands. He should have found out who the mastermind was before cutting the puppet strings. Jepherson's actions were not merely an affront to the Cook family, Rather, he had offended the entire Moore family. In any case, if Jepherson was allowed to continue like this, the Moore family would have much to lose. Johan glanced over at Elina. He had always appreciated her usual self-assured and confident at
"What did you say?" Tears streamed down Meica's face. She was completely at her wit's end. Were the Moores really planning on using her daughter as a bargaining chip? Yousif looked on helplessly. "You and Quirina have to suffer for now, but..." Yousif carefully looked around to make sure they will not be overheard. "Patience my dear. We still have a long way to go. One day, I'm going to make you the lady of the house and nothing can stop us from proudly living together." "But what you ask of Quirina is too much." Meica couldn't stop her tears. The stakes were almost too high and yet there was no other way. After all, Yousif promised her. But if they lost this gamble, then she and Quirina would be left with nothing and nobody to rely on. When Yousif saw Meica crying, he tried to console her. "Please don't cry. There's something else I need to tell you. It seems like Johan is planning to remove me as the head of the family. He thinks I'm not cut out for the role.
23-year-old Flynt Moore cut a striking figure as he solemnly walked in. The weight of many pairs of eyes on him did not seem to faze him one bit as he strode right up to Syncere's coffin. Someone immediately handed him a candle as soon as he reached. "Mr. Flynt, here." In the eyes of the crowd, even his father, Yousif, could not compare. Flynt accepted the candle, lit it then said a prayer. Respects paid, he made his way over to his mother, Elina. Elina was glad to see her son. However, with her father was dead and her brothers arrested, she couldn't summon the energy to smile at him in welcome. She sighed and gestured for her son to join her outside. She held her son's hand as they sat in silence. After Flynt's arrival, the Cook family began coming through the door one after the other, bringing along wreaths. Some paid their respects, and left while others decided to stay a little longer to get close to Flynt. That evening, Searlas and Lucius
After his introduction, Flynt walked to the back of the room. Being tall, it made sense for him to sit at the back of the classroom. It was just her luck that the only seat available in the class was the one next to Raeleigh. Flynt took a seat and spared Raeleigh a glance. He brief flick of his dark eyes looked her up and down before he dismissed her and looked forward. Raeleigh returned the favored. She already had hands full with Jepherson and Zorion. She did not need another complication. Deanna sneered, "Miss, I would like to swap places with Raeleigh." To be honest, Deanna wasn't interest in Flynt. It was just that she did not want anything in the way of her brother, Zorion and Raeleigh getting together. The teacher did not know what to do. Did that mean that Deanna likes Flynt? The teacher felt that there was no harm in doing that. Of course, the teacher was willing to give a helping hand to others. Just as the teacher was abo
Jepherson slowed his steps letting Raeleigh catch up to him then reached out and took her hand in his. Raeleigh instinctively tried to pull her hand away. Laughing, Jepherson held on, "Come on, there's no one around." Raeleigh narrowed her eyes at him Jepherson. What a bully! But did she really want to tug her hand away? She continued walking. When Jepherson stopped walking did she finally ask what had been on her mind. "Why are you here?" "I need your help. Remember that blue car you designed? I want to invest in that and name it after you. You do know that my company needs talented designers like you, right? I hope you will consider joining my company." Raeleigh thought of her design. As proud as she is of her design, she had a feeling that Scarlette was behind this sudden request. This was not the first time after all. "Jepherson, I..." Raeleigh was about to refuse, but before she could say more, Jepherson interrupted. "Don't tell say that y
Raeleigh left to attend her class. Thankfully, nothing much happened all day. Zorion would occasionally drop by to find Raeleigh focusing in class. When classes were over in the evening, she found a quiet place to sit, flanked by Deanna and Scarlette. Deanna asked, "Raeleigh, would you like to come over to my house this weekend?" Raeleigh shook her head, "No thanks, I need to visit my grandmother." "How about I accompany you then?" Deanna suggested. If Raeleigh did not want to go over to her house that weekend, then she would go over to Raeleigh's instead. Scarlette's face was full of disdain. "Can you please grow up? Why must you follow Raeleigh? Also were you going to invite me over to your house?" Deanna grunted. "Nope." "Fine, I wouldn't go even if you did." Raeleigh chuckled when she saw Deanna and Scarlette bickering. At long last, it was the weekend. Raeleigh had already packed her for the weekend and was eager to leave. Howe
They walked in companionable silence but once they arrived at the market, Raeleigh shook off his hand. Jepherson stayed silent. He calmly turned off the flashlight and followed Raeleigh into the market. Most of the stalls still open were selling fruits. Raeleigh walked around and bought some vegetables, then left. Jepherson faithfully behind her. When they made their home, Jepherson took the grocery bag from Raeleigh and shifted it so that he could still hold her hand and shine the flashlight. It was awkward, to say the least. Jepherson was amused with her squirming. He was sure Raeleigh liked him. She just was not ready to admit it yet. He looked forward to the day she stopped lying to herself and give in to her feelings for him. When they arrived at the house, Raeleigh found Stuart still standing at the door. She chided Jepherson, "You should let them wait in the house next time." Raeleigh went in, not noticing that Jepherson stood outs
After dinner, Raeleigh watched TV with Jepherson while Novalie rested in her room. It was quiet in the living with just the two of them. Raeleigh was stared at the screen, not really seeing anything. Jepherson decided to go into the kitchen to cut some fruits for her. He noticed that he had not seen her eating any junk food or fruits, which was a little strange. Raeleigh looked at the fruit in front of her and made no move no take one. Jepherson reached out, snagged a slice of apple, and held it to her lips. However, she did not respond. So, Jepherson placed the slice of apple in his mouth, then lowered his head to hers. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth. What– Quick as a flash, Jepherson slipped the apple into her mouth. Eyes wide, Raeleigh raised her hand to his chest, fully intending to push him away. However, Jepherson did not let her up. She tried to wriggle out of his arms but to no avail. "Eat your apple," Jepherson said as he finally releas