Complying with her husband’s request, Mrs. Newman reluctantly put a gift together. She then saw Mr. Newman out the door. Once Mr. Newman was gone, Mrs. Newman murmured to herself, “She’s just a country bumpkin. I doubt Mr. York will love her forever. The girl’s just a breath of fresh air to Mr. York for now. The country bumpkin won’t be the lady of the house for long once he’s bored of her.” Half an hour later, Zachary got a call through the intercom. Mr. Chaplin relayed Mr. Newman’s wishes to meet. Needless to say, Zachary knew why Mr. Newman was here. Mr. Newman turned up before Zachary had a chance to get even with the guy. “Let him in,” Zachary callously responded to Mr. Chaplin. Mr. Chaplin hung up and relayed the message. Sitting in the building’s VIP lounge on the first floor, Mr. Newman quietly but restlessly waited. He pulled himself together at the sound of incoming footsteps, pretending to play it cool as the receptionist approached. “Mr. Newman, our CEO wi
It had long come to Mr. Newman’s attention that Zachary was aloof and not the easiest to get on with. It was too early for Mr. Newman to say if he could get along with Zachary. Nevertheless, it was true that Zachary was an indifferent man. Mr. Newman had been around the business world for many years, and during his management of Newman Enterprise for more than a decade had turned a small business into a billion-dollar corporation. Although the Newmans thrived in foreign business, Mr. Newman had influence and connections in Wiltspoon too. “Mr. Zachary, I’m here to apologize on behalf of my daughter and wife,” Mr. Newman explained with a smile. Zachary callously replied, “I’ve never met your wife and daughter.” “Here’s the thing, Mr. Zachary. My wife and daughter got into a bit of a misunderstanding and conflict with your wife. I have given them a telling-off, but since my wife has to take care of my sick daughter, I’m here on behalf of them to apologize to your wife. “I didn
Keeping to himself, Zachary simply stared icily at Mr. Newman while Mr. Newman was on pins and needles. “So, your purpose here is to apologize, am I right, Mr. Newman?” Unable to count on Zack to say something, Callum broke the silence in the office. Mr. Newman nodded his head. “Serenity is a forgiving person. She usually doesn’t sweat the small stuff, but friendship is important to her.” Carrying a smile, Mr. Newman replied, “Mrs. York got a heart for sure. I’ve heard of it.” “It’s good that you know that. You can leave if there’s nothing else, Mr. Newman.” Quit the act already. The Yorks and the Newmans had no business connections with one another. Mr. Newman had been wanting to leave the moment he came in. However, he was not in a position to take leave. God knew how nervous Mr. Newman was when Zachary locked eyes with him. He was a lot older than Zachary and probably could be Zachary’s father. Mr. Newman had been through the toughest years of his life, but he felt
It appeared the sun had set seconds after it rose. The switch between daylight and darkness simply crept in on everybody. Serenity woke up bright early on Saturday morning. Zachary only got up when Serenity had breakfast on the table. “Why didn’t you wait for me to get up and make breakfast together?” Looming from behind Serenity, Zachary wrapped his arms around her. He loved the days of seeing her the moment he opened his eyes. He could find happiness in the most mundane days. All the fights, silent treatments, and misunderstandings taught Zachary to cherish everything he had. “I woke up without the alarm, but you were still asleep. I don’t see the point of waking you to make breakfast. It doesn’t matter who makes the breakfast.” Serenity turned around in his arms and lifted her chin to meet him face-to-face. With adoration in her eyes, she curled her lips. “Good morning, babe.” Coming to her eye level, Zachary tenderly responded, “Good morning, honey.” He then kis
Serenity, Liberty, Mrs. Stone, and the others were on their way to the Hunts’ hometown when Old Mr. Hunt brought his sons and two grandsons to Wiltspoon School. Here they were to talk cash with Serenity again. Old Mr. Hunt refused to believe the Yorks were unfazed by all the big hoo-ha the Hunts stirred in the last few days. Serenity might be feeling the pressure now. Alas, they arrived at Wiltspoon School only to find that Serenity’s bookshop was closed. “Why isn’t it operating for business? It’s eight o’clock. It says here they open at eight.” Getting out of the car, Old Mr. Hunt grimaced upon noticing the shop was closed. He ran his mouth and called Serenity out for being a lousy businessperson. Mike looked at the shops around and said, “Granddad, it’s Saturday today. The school is off. These shops target students as customers. They won’t bother opening when the school is closed.” Old Mr. Hunt mumbled, “The brat usually stays open on the weekend. She thinks she’s all t
“Never mind. Let’s go after Liberty. What line of business is she in?” “F&B, breakfast place.” “Oh, right. A breakfast diner. We can have free breakfast at her place then.” After finding out that Liberty was starting a new business, Old Mr. Hunt ran his mouth about Liberty and her refusal to lend a million to his grandson to get back on his feet. If that was not enough, Old Mr. Hunt shot off at his dead son, Scott, for having two disloyal daughters. Serenity and Liberty would be the death of Old Mr. Hunt. Old Mr. Hunt returned to the car, urging his sons and grandsons to freeload off Liberty’s new diner. They could enjoy meals at Liberty’s place whenever they came to the city. It was not like Liberty could do anything if they refused to pay. They were family after all! Old Mr. Hunt brought his sons and grandsons to Liberty’s breakfast diner, only to find the place shut. Seeing that the place was not open for business, he stayed in the car and chided, “Where the hell are t
“Serenity is now the wife of the richest man. Why would she want the house? That’s a bit greedy.” Some people were of the opinion that Serenity should not fight for the house. Someone immediately came to Serenity’s defense. “She should fight for the house after what her grandparents did to her and her sister. Why should John get the house for free?” “I thought John is Scott’s adopted son?” Scott’s name was only known among the seniors and Scott’s generation. The younger generation would not know who Scott, Serenity, or Liberty was. Well, the Hunts were the main reason for that. They went so far as to stop Serenity and her sister from coming back to town. The Hunt family even relocated Scott’s and Lisa’s graves without letting the sisters know. Serenity and Liberty could not even visit their parents’ graves even if they wanted to. The last time Serenity came back, the Hunts were not home. She ended up having a chat with her fellow townspeople. Mrs. Deli jumped in, “Scott
Old Mrs. Hunt’s rhetorical question silenced some of the families with sons. “It’s an unwritten rule that the family fortune goes to the sons in this town, and the sons will handle the final days of the parents. I know that, but my parents didn’t have a son. They only had me and my sister. My parents’ inheritance should be passed down to me and my sister.“Grandmom, can you tell me when my parents adopted a son? Did the adoption go through while they were alive? Can we see the papers? “We have never been notified of any change to our family tree,” raising her voice, Serenity questioned Old Mrs. Hunt. The onlookers turned their heads to the source of the questioning. With Serenity walking alongside Zachary in the protection of men in black, the crowd cleared a path toward the gate of Serenity’s family home. Liberty left Sonny in Jim’s care, so the boy could have a little play nearby. She did not want Sonny to see her arguing with the old lady. Escorted by a team of securi