25Xavier’s heart skipped a beat. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his earlier cheer turning into confusion and concern.But Anna was too distressed to explain. "Just hurry, please!" she pleaded, her voice breaking.Xavier’s blood ran cold. He grabbed his keys, already on his way out the door.Anna sat outside her now-closed restaurant, her hands trembling as she clutched the letter from the FDA. The weight of her world crashing down on her shoulders was almost too much to bear. Tears silently trickled down her cheeks, blurring the words on the page, but they didn’t blur the pain that clung to her heart like a vice.Her phone vibrated incessantly in her lap, each notification like a fresh wound. Reluctantly, she glanced at the screen, only to be met with a barrage of accusatory messages from her once-loyal customers:"I trusted you, Anna! How could you endanger our lives like this?""My family ate at your restaurant every week, and now I hear you were serving expired food? You should be asha
26The noise drew Xavier’s attention, and he quickly emerged from his office. His gaze fell on the scattered food, and his heart sank. “Anna?” he called out, scanning the hallway, but she was already gone, fleeing down the corridor in a rush of emotions.Xavier frowned, a mix of worry and determination setting in. He turned back to Dan, his voice firm. “Gather all the reports, Dan. We need to stop my stepbrother before he does any more damage. This ends now.”Anna rushed outside, her heart pounding with rage and desperation. With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed Michael's number. The moment he answered, she didn’t hold back.“What the hell are you doing to Xavier?” she shouted, her voice shaking with fury.Michael’s response was a cold, sarcastic laugh. “Oh, getting tired of my brother already? Running back to me, are you?”“Stop this, Michael!” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation.“It’s business, Anna,” Michael responded coldly.“Business, my ass!” she
27Xavier’s heart nearly stopped at her words. Without a second thought, he shoved her aside and stormed out of the office, his mind set on one thing.“I’m coming, my love. Please wait for me,” he whispered urgently as he raced to find her, hoping it wasn’t too late.Anna sat in the airport, her heart heavy as she waited for her departure. She had been offline all morning, trying to avoid any reminders of Xavier. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but she couldn’t resist the urge any longer. She turned on her phone and went online, her mind inevitably drifting back to him.As she scrolled through her feed, something caught her attention—a live video of Xavier. Her breath hitched as she clicked on it, her heart pounding in her chest. On the screen, Xavier stood, his face is filled with pain and desperation.“Anna,” he pleaded, his voice trembling, “please come back to me.” Tears welled up in his eyes, and his raw vulnerability was impossible to ignore. “I’ve loved you for ten yea
28 “I have to go deal with my brother. I’ll be back soon, my love.”With that, he slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, his resolve steeling as he prepared to confront Michael once and for all.**Michael sat in his office, angry as he stared at the news trending on social media. The headline read, *"The CEO of Berol Corporation, Mr. Xavier Rolland, Involved in a Sensational Reunion with His Girlfriend, Miss Anna of Munchkin with Chef Anna's Restaurant."* His anger boiled over, and he slammed his phone onto the table, causing the glass of wine in his hand to spill slightly. "I gotta teach that brat a lesson!" Michael yelled, clenching his fists and taking a furious sip of his wine.Suddenly, the door to his office creaked open, and Xavier walked in with a commanding presence. "No need to bother yourself, bro. I'm right here," Xavier said coldly, his voice laced with confidence and a hint of a curly smile.Michael’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up, shock and anger mingli
29Anna was in the kitchen of her restaurant, peeling green peas with a steady rhythm when the sound of the door opening made her glance up. There stood Xavier, a broad smile lighting up his face as he walked toward her. "Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his eyes filled with warmth. Anna's face lit up with joy as she quickly rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Xavier!" she exclaimed. "I’m so happy to see you." He held her close for a moment, then pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "I missed you," he said softly, his voice full of genuine happiness. "How’s it going with exposing that bastard Michael?" Anna asked, her tone shifting as concern filled her voice. Xavier sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Seems like Michael has hurt a lot of women... but they all go silent the moment they hear his name. It’s frustrating. We’re so close, yet nothing."Anna breathed out heavily, shaking her head. "It’s just so typical of him." Xavier watched her
30Xavier chuckled as he listened to the officer’s request. "I’m sorry, but I think Maureen ought to find someone else to bail her out," he said dryly, then hung up without a second thought.Anna, sensing his relaxed demeanor, looked at him curiously. "What was that about?"Xavier leaned back in his chair, flashing her a reassuring smile. "At least there's no Maureen to worry about anymore."Anna's smile mirrored his. "I'll drink to that."They toasted, their glasses clinking together, before sharing a passionate kiss. Xavier swept her into his arms, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.***Later, Xavier was seated at his desk, signing off documents when a notification pinged on his phone. Glancing at it, he noticed the message came from an unknown number. As he opened it, his heart raced.*"Xavier Rolland, say goodbye to your little slut! This is the end of her."*His eyes widened in horror. "Anna!" he shouted, bolting out of the office in a panic.At the restaurant, Anna was in the
OneTalia sat in her office, the usual hum of the air conditioner filling the room as she flipped through documents, signing off one after the other. Her phone buzzed on the desk, drawing her attention. A message flashed on the screen from an unknown number:*"Meet me at Dior Hotels for the shock of your life! Road 101."*Her heart skipped a beat. Confusion swirled in her mind, and she stared at the message in disbelief. What could this mean? Who would send something so cryptic? Flashbacks flooded her mind. Talia recalled the image of her husband, Marco, rushing down the stairs, his suitcase in hand. “Breakfast is ready,” she had said with a smile, hoping to share a meal before he left.Marco had leaned in to kiss her cheek before replying, “I wish I could, but I’m running late for my flight. Another business trip, you know how it is.”She had nodded, supporting him as always, never once doubting his word.The memory faded, and Talia’s grip tightened on her phone. As the manager of
TwoTalia sat at the bar, devastated and heartbroken. She gripped the glass of alcohol tightly, her emotions threatening to spiral out of control. The betrayal by Marco, her husband, with her own stepsister, Malia, was too much to bear. With trembling hands, she dialed her best friend Lisa, her voice thick with anguish.Within minutes, Lisa arrived, rushing to Talia's side, and tried to pull the glass from her hand. "Talia, stop this! Drinking yourself to oblivion won’t make the pain go away. You have to think of Marco. He’s not worth it. In time, you’ll heal."But Talia's emotions were a storm she couldn’t contain. Her tear-streaked face turned to Lisa, and her voice cracked. "Five years, Lisa! Five years I loved him, believed every lie he told me, while he hooked up with my own stepsister. How did I not see it? How was I so blind?" Her hand shot up, calling for another glass of alcohol.Lisa grabbed her arm firmly. "No more, Talia. You need to stop."Before she could argue further,