“You have been to many upper-class gatherings with Ms. Sox. You’re not shy to socialize. In fact, you carry yourself with grace. The former you simply did not want to attract attention.” Mrs. Stone had a clear idea of her nieces’ history. Serenity answered with a smile, “Mrs. Lowe would take me and Jasmine to parties, but we were there for the food.” Jasmine would persuade Serenity to go along every time. The pair would arrive at the scene and find a seat in a corner to enjoy the feast in delight. For foodies, it was all about the food. Once their bellies were filled, the pair would admire and appreciate the beautiful people at the party while discussing between themselves. Hence why no one knew Serenity and Jasmine’s names even though they had attended multiple social gatherings. Jasmine made a name for herself when she lay down on the ground during Mrs. Dawson’s birthday celebration. “Liberty.” Mrs. Stone could relax when it came to her younger niece. Serenity was l
“Any news, Seren?” Mrs. Stone threw a question at Serenity. Serenity huddled together with Elisa watching reels when her aunt asked her a question. Lifting her chin, she asked in confusion, “What news, Aunt Audrey?” Elisa stopped the videos and looked at her mother. “Are you referring to our investment? The contracts are signed and out of the way, so the work can commence now. I’m hiring a few agriculturists to start farming. Seren, we should get a start on the sales front too.” Elisa was running the sales bit now. However, agriculture was still underway, and nothing had grown yet. Hence, they had not received any orders. Serenity responded, “Sure. Tomorrow night is a good opportunity.” Old Mr. Marshall’s birthday celebration was a business engagement too. Mrs. Stone was speechless. Judging by the scowl on her mother’s face, Elisa realized they got the wrong answer. She gave Serenity a nudge. It dawned on Serenity what Mrs. Stone was trying to get to. “Aunt Audrey,
Serenity gave it a thought before replying, “I don’t take on a lot of stress. My in-laws are not pressuring me either. Nana only talked about having a great-granddaughter every once in a while. Zachary said he’s taking me on a trip to Annenburg once he’s done with his work. We’re going to visit Mr. Young-Johnson.” Zachary believed Serenity did not have many friends, so he was trying to get her and Ben’s wife, Jane, together. Since Remy was part of the Johnson family, and he was in love with Elisa, Serenity could befriend Jane and get an understanding of the Johnson family for Elisa. At least, she could check out if the Johnsons were as nice as the public put it out to be. The way Serenity saw it, Elisa and Remy got along well. They looked good together. Serenity would stand on Elisa’s corner and convince Aunt Audrey if the Johnsons proved to be a good family and if Elisa developed feelings for Remy too. Sure, Remy was hailed from Annenburg, but he had bought a house next to the
After walking Serenity to the door and seeing her drive away, Mrs. Stone turned on her heel and returned to the house. No sooner had Serenity returned to the shop than Jessica barged in. Serenity was surprised by Jessica showing up. “Where’s your sister, Serenity?” Jessica shot the question the moment she walked into the shop. “What business do you have with my sister, Mrs. Brown?” Serenity put away her car keys and faintly asked Jessica. Jasmine kept her eyes peeled, ready with a broom for when Jessica got out of line. Jessica was black and blue in the face. With that black eye, she appeared rather gaunt. She was only twenty-five years old, a year younger than Serenity. Yet, Jessica looked a lot older than Serenity right now. It was probably because Hank did want to foot the bills for her expensive skincare products now that he got the girl. Liberty had a better skincare routine than Jessica currently. Serenity had no sympathy for Jessica despite how she looked now.
Jessica made a long face.A while later, she turned on her heel and walked out. “Mrs. Brown.” With Serenity calling after Jessica, Jessica turned around and looked at her, waiting to get an answer about Liberty’s whereabouts. Serenity played nice and reminded her, “The bruises on your face are obvious. You might want to get something to clear them away. I heard that your wedding with Mr. Brown is coming up. The black and blue would not go well with the theme of your wedding.” Jessica’s wrinkles deepened with a grimace. Without a word, she cocked her head back and strutted out of the shop with her chest out. It was as if by doing so, she could prove her life could not be any better. A delivery person arrived. Jasmine ordered milkshakes to the shop. She took the milkshakes and gave a cup to her best friend. Jasmine gloated, “The Browns must have abused her. I thought she was all that, and her mother-in-law and sister-in-law had nothing on her.” Sipping on the milksha
Although Callum brought Camryn two business deals and revenue, she could not possibly spend all the profits on buying him dinner. “Alright. You can pick the place since it’s your treat. I’m happy if you want to cook for me too.” It did not matter to Callum where he was having the meal so long as his fiancée was treating him. If Camryn could read his mind, she would challenge Callum about her being his fiancée. Likewise, Callum would refute that since his nana made her his spouse candidate, so she was his fiancée. “I can’t see, Mr. Callum. I can’t cook.” Camryn calmly reminded Callum that she was blind.She could move freely in a familiar environment, but cooking was on another level. Camryn would make her own food if she had her eyesight. Despite being a child of the Newman family, Camryn used to do everything herself.The smile on Callum’s face faded. Oh, right. She could not see. How was she supposed to cook? He would probably not taste his wife’s cooking if she sti
Camryn and her aunt had an idea of who fed her the poison, but they had no hard evidence. Ten years ago, Camryn was only a sixteen-year-old teenager. Since her aunt had married and moved out of the city, she could rarely come back to her family home. They could not find proof against the poisoner. All Camryn knew was that her aunt got into a fight with her stepfather. Her aunt left in tears after her stepfather slapped her. Since then, her aunt always stayed at Wiltspoon Hotel whenever she was back in the city. She had not stepped foot into the Newmans’ residence. Callum commented, “You have a positive outlook on life.” Camryn faintly replied, “What can I do? Will crying help me see again?“No matter what happens, I need to face and accept reality.” Impressed, Callum uttered, “Not bad. I like the way you think.” With a straight face, Camryn asked, “What time is it, Mr. Callum? We should go and have dinner if it’s time.” One employee had gone out to make a floral delivery
Camryn walked around the cash register to retrieve the roses for Callum. As if she just heard the footsteps, Camryn stopped what she was doing and turned her head to face Mrs. Newman. She indifferently uttered, “Mom.” Mrs. Newman first checked Callum out. Unable to put her finger on the familiar face, she painted a smiling face and asked, “You look familiar, mister. And you are?” The person with the Maybach was no ordinary man. Straightening his back, Callum turned around and met Mrs. Newman’s gaze. He courteously responded, “Callum York.” “Ah, Callum York.” Mrs. Newman could count the time she had met the nine heirs of the York family because they rarely attended any social engagements. The outside world would probably not know how the York boys look or what their names were if they never joined the corporate world. The York family shielded their children well from the world. Mrs. Newman beamed at the mention of Callum’s name. She wanted to be friendly with the Yor