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ALBERT RIPLEY was having breakfast with Catherine when they heard the main door open. Soon, their butler, Garette, entered the dining room holding a brown envelope. "What is it?” Albert asks while cutting his bacon. “A parcel. It was sent via private courier with no return address,” Garette responded while intently checking all corners of the envelope. “Who is it for?” Catherine asked. “For Mr. Ripley,” Garette answered politely. “Hand it to me,” Albert demands while extending his hand. “Can you open it later after we eat?” Catherine requested while lightly tapping Albert's hand. “It might be important. I want to see it now.” He insists. Soon Garette marched toward him and handed the envelope and when he saw the contents his face contorted in anger instantly. His reaction scared Catherine. She was about to speak, but suddenly Albert’s phone rang, and it was an unknown number, but he already knew who it was. He answers the call angrily and screams, “What do you want!?” He tightly
ALBERT, together with Kirby, went back to their table and resumed having lunch with the Caldwells, which made George feel better, while Lucian continued looking at the door, expecting for Latton to come in, but she did not appear. Then he heard Lucius ask Kirby, "Where's Latton?" Kirby only shrugs. Lucian was about to send a text message to Latton, when suddenly Albert spoke to him and asked about the projects that might overlap with the Mist Prix. He hid his phone and began to answer all of Albert's inquiries. Meanwhile, Latton decided to stay in one of the empty VIP rooms, as her face was flustered, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She wanted to get her mind off everything before heading home as she was still upset with her father for not trusting her. She stood by the window admiring how the rain was drowning the city. Unaware of her surroundings, she didn't notice a person standing behind her looking at her menacingly. She was taken by surprise when someone grabbed her h
WITH the partnership on the brink of collapse followed by the incident in Royal Ascent. Lucian is racking his mind on how to solve the issues. His father, George, already took the task of talking to Albert Ripley to give them time to fix things regarding the Mist Prix. Meanwhile, he needed to speak to Latton. He tried to call her, text her, and even email her, to no avail. She stayed working from home, but to his surprise, she never returned to Fleur de Ville. Soon he was summoned to George's office. When he got inside he could see his father’s disappointment in him, “Why is Malena in there? You told us that you had ended everything. And why in the world did she attack Latton? Is there something you need to tell me?” George states, his voice roaring in anger. “I’ll fix this. It’s just a misunderstanding. Everything will be put into order in no time. Trust me.” He said assuringly. George could only sit in his chair and hold his forehead. He wanted to say more, but their conversation
TEN in the morning, Lucian receives a call from Charmel stating that Malena is now in the custody of the Los Angeles Police Department. His face distorted in rage instantly, “Latton” he muttered with disgust, as if the name was unworthy to be spoken. He messages Alex to go to the LAPD to make bail for Malena while he marches to the 15th floor and gives Latton a piece of his mind. When he entered her office, she promptly greeted him with the words, “Scared already?” She said as she propped her head on her hand on the table. As if she’d been waiting for him to arrive. He swiftly walks toward her as if he's going to attack her, but he stops when he reaches her table. “Are you going to hit me?” She asks as she looks up to meet his cold gaze. She could sense his anger emanating all over him, but it did not bother her. He scoffed. She stood up, moved her head near him, and whispered, “I want to see you try.” "How do you even sleep at night, Latton?" He asks with disgust in his tone.
LATTON felt aggrieved, exhausted, degraded, unwanted, and used until she was wrung. She slouched on the passenger seat looking defeated, she stared outside, trying her best to hide her sorrow, but her eyes betrayed her, and her tears rolled down her cheek. She wiped it quickly with her hand as she could feel Melody glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She didn’t want Melody to report to Lucian that she was crying, that his words mattered to her, and that he got inside her head. She doesn’t want him to have the luxury of knowing she looks vanquished. Despite her efforts, her sobs didn’t go unnoticed and the moment they stopped at the red light, Melody instantly handed her a box of tissue. She smiles faintly at her with her swollen eyes, “Thank you,” she mumbles between sobs. “You’re welcome, Miss.” She clears her throat and then asks, “How much?” “What do you mean, Miss Ripley?” Melody inquired in confusion. “I asked how much. How much will it cost for you to keep your mouth shu
===WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS AN UNSETTLING TOPIC=== UNBEKNOWNST to Latton, she is not the only one having issues with dealing with a man. Weeks after, her stepmother Catherine resigned as Chief Operating Officer of Ripley International. Soon came their marital problems that she never mentioned to Latton. Albert leaves for work early and returns home late. It’s as if he was avoiding her. To put her theory to the test, she stayed up one night waiting for him and preferred a savory dinner with candlelight. She wore his favorite sexy lingerie that he purchased for her to wear on special occasions. The kind that once he sees she is wearing he can’t stop himself from ravishing her. He arrived around eleven o’clock in the evening, exhausted and drunk. He didn’t appreciate her staying up all night and even criticized her choice of clothes. She let him off the hook that night and cried herself to sleep next to the snoring pile of a man that she calls husband. She was supposed to tell L
LATTON woke up in the hospital after five hours. She was hooked to an IV and her head was bandaged. Her head hurts. She ignored it as it was not important. What’s important is Catherine. She glanced at her room and saw Derek sleeping on the extra bed. “Memories.” She mumbles. She then heard the bathroom door open and saw Lucius. He walks to her and hugs her. “How do you feel? Do you need anything?” He inquired, his voice expressing concern. She exhales audibly. “I should have returned to the manor. If I did. She would never feel alone.” She says in a weak voice. Unsure what to say, he hugged her tighter and stroked her head. “Don’t say that.” He then kissed her on the forehead. Shortly, Derek woke up. Seeing that she was awake, he immediately got up. Lucius then hesitantly excuses himself to give the siblings some privacy. “Latton, how are you?” Derek asks as he leans closer to her. “Barely surviving,” she responded in a perfunctory tone. “Where’s daddy?” She added. “He’s taki
ALICIA watched her son's receding figure walk outside the manor. After a few minutes, he had not returned. Her maternal instinct was telling her to follow him outside. She stood up and discreetly left George beside Albert. When she got outside, she witnessed how her son got down from the second-floor balcony using the vines. "Lucian," she muttered. Startled, Lucian hadn't had time to speak when his mother marched towards him, seeing the bandage on his left hand and the tear on his suit jacket. Alicia frantically asked, "What happened to you? And whose room did you come from?" Caught in the act, he could only tell her the truth. "Oh, Lucian. I'm happy to hear you want to apologize to her, but this is not the right time. The Ripley family is still grieving." Lucian could only lower his head as his mother removed the leaves from his clothes. He felt like a child again needing his mother's help to tidy himself. "I think it's better to remove your suit jacket," she suggested while point