Standing before Julia was her driver and the head guard, who were tapping their feet and crossing their hands on their chests. Lydia paid no heed to their actions as she calmly nodded at Mya. "Here... Take it." Mya handed them a card. "With this, I expect you both to handle things around here, and get daily supplies, be them groceries or lightbulbs if it comes to it." "Ahhhh!" The duo was ecstatic, sending their hands to the card. They've worked here so long that even if they didn't respect Lydia, they knew she was a very generous person. Meaning the money in the card should be three or even ten times more than what they might require. Which gives way to another fundamental question -- Who among them will get to carry it? The driver and the head guard stared at each other viciously, forgetting they were still in the Presence of their boss. Hmph! The driver raised his nostrils to the sky, pulling the card to his end. "Are you picking a fight with me? You and I know that
Closing her eyes, Lydia felt her body relax. No matter how revenge-stricken she seemed, there was a part of her that feared her family.Lydia took deep breaths, calming her trembling hands. She knew it was silly, but living under their control for almost 30 years in her previous life made her body agitated whenever she disobeyed them. Mya didn't notice her strangeness, steadily drove the vehicle into a paid Parking building. Around and around they circled till they reached the fourth floor. Very casually, Mya took Lydia's suitcase before opening the door. They were going to switch to a very mediocre vehicle from here on out. Soon, they were on the road again, heading back where they came from. Lydia nodded approvingly, seeing the gated residential community they drove into. "Are you here for a visit or do you live here? If so, please show your ID, blah, blah, blah."The security guards did brief but thorough checks. Although this gated community wasn't at the top of the food ch
Time always flies by fast when one has too much on their minds.Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.The clock was ticking, and in a blink of an eye, Lydia had already been informed of Alan's arrival in the company. "Send Mr. Alan in."With a touch of a button, she spoke to Mya in the other room. Alan, Alan, Alan... The two-faced prick came in with a flashy smile, as though they were the truest of friends. "It's a relief to see you're doing better, miss Lydia. Having serious headaches could cause extreme dizziness if not careful." He cheekily advised, undoing his middle suit button and nonchalantly taking a seat as though the place belonged to him. Alan squeezed his finger lightly on his armrest while still focusing on Lydia. "Since the meeting has begun, let's get down to business. The agenda for today is your Will."Mya sat on the side, taking the meeting minutes. Lydia's requests must not be altered. As requested, Mya also recorded everything on tape. This was agreed upon by all p
Sitting in his vehicle, Alan slowly buckled his seatbelt and remained motionless, before suddenly going on a rampage. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!The poor vehicle didn't know what it did to piss off its owner. Do you know how it feels like to plan how you would spend non-existent money that would soon be yours, only to have it pushed back or delayed by one thing or another? The feeling was painful! If there was a kid with ice cream by his side now, he would grab the cone, throw it on the floor and trample on its lowly existence until his shoes wore out. Then there was the matter of changing her secretary. Well, because Mya was there, he didn't bring it up. However, it had to be done even if Lydia wrote her will today. Why? Because they needed a spy closer to Lydia who would follow her like Mya follows Lydia everywhere. At least until they kill her off, they must always know where she is, what she was doing, who she met with, what she liked, what she hated, what she planned for, and every
Winston Bank, one of the country's top ten banks used by the vast majority of people from all walks of life. Rather than heading to the main branch she was used to, Lydia and Mya decided to venture into a smaller branch on the city's outskirts. Once inside, only a handful of people came and went. The atmosphere was relaxed and no one knew who she was. Seeing Lydia approaching, one of the tellers scrutinized her from head to toe in disgust, rolling her eyes at her bad luck. 'No brand clothes?... Probably a broke girl looking for a loan or something. Why do I always get poor clients while Gina gets the wealthier ones?' The young bank teller questioned, enviously staring at the merry coworker beside her.'People say rich people won't come here, but do you know how many young and handsome rich young masters Gina has met on the job? F***! Some even slipped her into their cards, wanting to see her again. But when it comes to me, I only get dirt-poor ones!'Damn! It just wasn't fair. Lo
"What do I want to do?"Lydia looked at the arrogant 28-year-old woman with a sly grin. "Well, Gwen... You've certainly drawn your conclusions about us. That's easy to see. But why don't I also tell you about my conclusions about you?"Lydia gestured toward Gwen's face. "First, you're wearing multiple layers of makeup, too thick than the average woman's, probably because you feel that putting layers and layers of expensive things on your face will make it better."Gwen touched her face, as though confirming Lydia's words. "What's wrong with putting on makeup? Is it wrong to look beautiful?"Lydia shook her head. "No. There's nothing wrong with it. But just because something is expensive doesn't mean it's right for you."Lydia slowly leaned into the city, staring at Gwen blankly. "You seem to hold a grudge. A kind of guilt. There's nothing wrong with getting to the top, but... don't step on people doing so. Your obsession with high society shows you've stepped on many people, especia
The bank manager had all his muscles seized, as he stared at the bold Gwen before him. His eyes were spitting fire and the little fat on his cheeks trembled. It took all his restraint not to grab Gwen on her shoulders and shake her till she puked. He was eating a sandwich in peace when suddenly, a call from above came in, bursting his eardrums. The people on the other side were so furious and gave him only a few minutes to calm the high-profile guests or it would be his job he loses. So how can he not be anxious? He didn't even know he could beat Olympic records at this age because at the speed he was running, he felt it should be a sensation. Should he arrive after the important guest leaves, he would be finished! "What did you do when I wasn't around?"Gwen outed pitifully. If Mya hadn't seen her earlier outburst, she would’ve thought Gwen was truly the victim here.Anyone who saw her expression might sympathize with her, thinking Lydia and Mya were unreasonable clients. "Bank
Seated in the office, Albert secretly sighed in relief, seeing that Lydia and Mya hadn't made a fuss about the matter earlier. Who said all rich people were unreasonable? "Miss Lydia. As one of our prestigious black members, I will ensure that all requests are handled to the fullest extent. For the matter earlier, we will also compensate you for your troubles." The problem is that he could not make that decision right now, but he will discuss it with his superiors later on. With how much they treasure Lydia, it's estimated that before the end of the day, they would co react her to talk about compensation. Perhaps they'll give her some perks, though he didn't know what more they could give seeing as she was already a Black member. He was also right to ask for a bank manager upon arrival since only they, or those in higher positions could handle matters concerning black members. "So, Miss Lydia. What can I do for you today?""Mr. Albert, no need to be nervous. I'm here for a simpl
--Water Lily Country--.Maxwell hated seeing his wife like this, but knew it was useless to talk her out of it. No one knows how much his wife looked forward to giving birth to their daughter more than he. She prayed, fasted and invited Buddhist monks to give her a few good words or two, blessing the daughter in her womb. All of them said the girl would live with them and grow old happily... all except one monk who said their daughter would face 2 tribulations in her life. One during her birth and another in her late 20s. The monk spoke strange words, saying she was a Phoenix who would be reborn from the ashes of deep suffering.The monk's words undoubtedly caused the couple to throw him out, angered by his cursed words left for their daughter. They didn’t take his words seriously.Though just to be sure, security was doubled and on the same day Bianca put to birth. However, nothing could've prepared them for fate's disparate moves to take their daughter away from them. By some
Yes! They must do something now. Camilla nodded in agreement, also thinking of her current bank account balance. Kelvin was better. Thanks to Camilla always wanting to prove she was better than Lydia, she was the one paying for most of the things he bought. In his account, he still had 2 million. If he was smart, he would leave the country and start a new life somewhere else. But the greed in him didn't want to let Lydia's wealth go. Thinking of how much Lydia loved him, she was bound to forgive him later, right? Looking at the 4 million in his account, Father Hart knew any moves he was doing next would have to be a smart one. They didn't have money to throw around again. Very quickly, Father Hart transferred 3.7 million to his private account, before showing the family the remaining 300 thousand he had. "Look. We must put our hands together if we want to pass through this hurdle. Everyone must transfer at least 60% of their current balance and contribute to paying an
With the fire calmed, Father Hart slowly took a seat, and reached for his chest pocket revealing his smoke pipe."Alright. We are family. This includes you, Kelvin... In times like these, we must stick together and fight the common enemy.""The maid?"Father Hart calmly blew a whiff of smoke from his mouth. "Yes and no."Eh? Everyone stared at each other wide-eyed, before focusing on Father Hart, wanting to get a piece of his sage wisdom. "Lydia isn't the real issue here. Her decision solely relies on how the public views the matter too.""That's right!" Camilla exclaimed. "That fool is a sheep that always needs a Shepherd to pull her along. Her emotions are only heightened because of the many comments she's reading online. So although we can't entirely win the matter, we can still hire a navy online to whitewash ourselves to some extent."(*An online Navy is a group of people online hired by their clients to leave comments and direct the wind of topics in their client's favor.)To
The chaos was just too much but that's none of Lydia's business. She knew her family would probably rush back home as soon as word went out. After all, she wasn't answering any of their calls and she wasn't at home either. Desperation could make even the smartest of people break. During this time, they will become more radical, resorting to even darker plots to get their way. Should she be at home, who knows what they might do to force her to sign the Will? A cornered rat could bite, leaving deadly diseases on its victim. Lydia squinted her eyes dangerously, staring at the monitor before her. Sure enough, the micro cameras she had installed when buying the house proved useful. On the other side, her family had just returned home slamming their bags and cursing at their luck of being caught in a deadly scandal. Do you know the feeling of having the will almost done, only to get caught in this matter that might make the useless maid defensive?Dammit!Harvey ruthlessly ran his
Thinking of his plans, Father Hart dared not tell his big-mouthed daughter, lest she one day drinks and blow his secrets all up! [You will go on your knees and beg for forgiveness!] "Beg? You want me to beg that lowly maid? Why should I-" Tut~ Father Hart dropped the call feeling it was pointless talking to someone whose brain was filled with wallpaper paste. Has he been talking with water in his mouth? Or is she just normally that stupid. In truth, Camilla knew what she had to do. But knowing wasn't the same as accepting. Since she was born, she has never been on her knees before Lydia. The thought of it made her blood boil. At this time, she and Kelvin had long run to their vehicle, trying to drive away amidst the crowd of camera flashing freaks. Throughout their grand escape from the building to their vehicle, Kelvin hadn't caught his breath yet. He had an uneasy feeling. "Baby, what happened? What's wrong?" "She knows! The whole f**ching world knows, that's what's HAP
She still didn't think it was her fault till now. He was originally her boyfriend, so why was everyone pointing her out to be a mistress? A side piece he would grill and eat, throwing the leftovers away as he liked? No. [You think you're still right? Do you think I care about your opinion? After we finally finalized the damn thing, you and Kelvin just had to come along to ruin it for us all! For the Will... we will have to get back into her good graces.] "Why?" Camilla frowned. "Wasn't there a plan-C which would commence in case Lydia refused to give us her properties? Can't we just move on with the plan and kill her as intended?" [When I say you're an idiot, you think I'm insulting you! Now that you've openly stated our plans of getting her wealth, should she die, all fingers would first point to us!] Really! How come none of his children inherited his brain? Should he have a DNA test to confirm? Then again, they all look like photocopies of him. Knowing how stupid and depend
Finally, it was over.The days went by longer than usual, perhaps because some waited for their big pay, while others looked forward to other sources of happiness.For some, it was their hate and fear of living among snakes that made their bodies recoil in disgust.“Dad, here! Have some fruit.”“Thank you, daughter. As expected, you are daddy’s padded jacket.” Father Hart stated, feeling pride swell in his chest whenever the family leaned a
[Elder sister...] Camilla spoke softly, like a cat about to purr.[I know dad and brother will always have my back. But as a big girl who is grown up, how can I always disturb them with my needs?]Nonsense! What is disturbing about it? Don't you know you are the family's baby?"A vein appeared above Camilla's right brow.'Is this the point I'm trying to make? Can you just shut up and use your brain for once? You're supposed to be smart, so why can't you see my point?'If Camilla didn't know Lydia well enough, she would've thought she was acting stupid on purpose.[Lyly... I know the family will always have my back. But think about it. Will I always run home
Lydia's call to Harvey yielded similar results to Father Hart's. In fact, when Harvey heard Lydia's original plans, like Father Hart, he too was thankful she didn't make the will earlier.Why?What is the point of keeping 15% while Harvey keeps 45?Are you kidding him? And what was up with giving Camilla 27% while he had 15%?As the only son in this family, he should have more than her! It was his birthright!