It was a fantastic work of embroidery that depicted the hilly landscape of Glanchester. It was a work of art which sheer beauty seemed to exceed even that of reality where it weaved the mountainous landscape into an abstract form of art. It was comparably more valuable than the other two prizes. Sylvia was immediately enchanted by the wonderful work of art and could not pluck her eyes off of it. "Do you like it?” Odell’s voice heavy with bass sounded in her ear. She promptly answered with a soft nod, “Yeah.” Who would not fall in love with such exquisite craftsmanship? That was when the manager of the venue asked again, “Master Carter, Master Stockton, would the two of you be interested in joining?” "I'm fine with anything,” John replied before turning to Odell with a quick smile. "Master Carter, are you interested?" Odell replied, “Sure.” Sylvia looked at him in surprise. Odell noticed the ways she looked at him and met her gaze. He brought a smile upo
The dealer approached the table where he picked up the cup containing the dice and proceeded to shake it, all done in a swift, professional presentation. Bang. The cup clapped against the table. The host announced with a vibrant smile, "Everyone, please take your guess.” Everyone exchanged blank looks for a few seconds before picking up the signs laid in front of them on the table. There was a varying number of guesses. Sylvia glanced around the room before turning to Odell. Odell was staring back at her. He suddenly asked her, “What do you think?” Sylvia answered blankly, “I don't know." She had very little experience. Odell said, “Just make a guess.” To this, Sylvia answered, "I don't want to.” She never signed up for this so she did not want to guess. What if she got blamed for getting it wrong? Odell peered into her eyes and flashed a faint smile before holding up a certain sign on the table. The sign he held up had the number four writ
Odell raised a hand and patted Sylvia’s head. She glared at him. She would have slapped his hand away right then and there if it did not mean that it would cause him to lose face in front of a group of strangers! Oblivious to the heightening tension, the dealer rolled the dice inside the cup again. Just like previously, he set the cup back on the table. The host urged, "Everyone, please make your guess.” Many of them turned to Odell. It seemed like they were going to follow whatever his guess was. Odell paused for a moment before raising a sign that read one. The dealer lifted the cup and revealed the dice underneath. It was one. Three more rounds passed by in the same fashion. Odell guessed right on all three subsequent rounds. Everyone else who chose to copy whatever his choice was was equally rewarded for it. The host announced with a bright smile, “This is the last round. Everyone, please get ready.” Someone suddenly raised a very valid po
The other people occupying the table were dumbfounded by this turn of events. Why did they raise different signs this time? After some brief hesitation, they finally raised their signs. Some of them followed Odell while others followed John. The host announced, “Let’s reveal the answer.” The dealer lifted the cup. The dice hidden underneath were immediately brought into view. Six bright red dots on top of the dice’s gleaming white surface. Everyone was astounded by the grand reveal. They turned to Odell in unison. The host declared with pleasure, "Congratulations, Master Carter! You completely aced the game with a dazzling ten-out-of-ten accuracy and with that, you’re the undisputed winner!” John congratulated Odell with a bright smile, “Congratulations, Master Carter, congratulations." Odell said, “Only because you let me win.” With that, the game was concluded, and the runner-ups were decided consecutively as well. Odell placed first with John follo
John was incredibly strong, strong enough to instantly nullify the weight Sherry threw into her punch. Sherry could not draw her fist away either. All she could do was glare venomously at him. John rose from his seat and smiled candidly at her. "Come on, let’s take Master Carter and Mrs. Carter to lunch." … The restaurant was located at the rear of the castle, in the middle of a garden. The restaurant was surrounded by all sorts of fauna. It was a dreamlike spectacle with the sweet fragrance of flowers filling the air. John had booked a private room on the second floor. The walls were made with reinforced glass and offered a wonderful view over the garden. Shortly after Sylvia, Odell, Flint, John, and Sherry arrived at the restaurant, the staff members in the venue brought Isabel and Liam to join them. Isabel had a ton of fun playing in the children’s section. Even though her clothes were mostly intact and relatively clean, she was drenched in sweat, and str
John still had Flint in his arms when he asked, "Master Carter, are you two leaving already?” Odell nodded regretfully. “Yes, sorry for troubling you over the last two days." John smiled and said, “No trouble at all. I hope you two come to visit now and then in the future." With that, he handed Flint to Sylvia. That was when Madam Stockton, Julie, and Queenie emerged from the house. They must have received word from John that Odell and Sylvia were heading back to Westchester. There was a look of urgency on Madam Stockton’s face as she trotted toward them. She stepped right to Odell and Sylvia and when she noticed Flint in Sylvia's arms, a tender expression came upon her. She asked with concern in her voice, “Master Carter, Mrs. Carter, are you two heading back already?” Odell answered, “Yes, there are a lot of things we need to attend to back home so we figured we’d stop troubling you guys over here.” Madam Stockton looked endearingly at Flint who was asleep in
The light in Sherry’s eyes dimmed. Was John trying to chase her out? This seemed to strike a nerve inside Madam Stockton as she expressed her pent-up frustration, “You might not, but I want grandchildren already! All my closest friends already have grandchildren, and I’m the only one left that doesn’t have a shot at getting to hold my grandchildren anytime soon!” John frowned with a rigid expression on his face. Madam Stockton seemed to recognize this and immediately suppressed her anger and asked with a long sigh, "John, weren’t you fond of Master Carter’s children as well? He’s around the same age as you but has three children already. When are you going to get married? Your brother is gone… Are you going to let me go to my grave without getting a chance to see my heir?” Her eyes reddened with emotion as she said this. Julie took her by her arm. "Mom, don't be angry. John is just busy with his career and has no time to get married for now. But that doesn’t mean that he
Odell sat next to her and peered at her from the corner of his eyes. Isabel had woken up some time ago. She was seated in the further back row with Liam. Liam was reading a book. Isabel leaned against his shoulder and stared at Odell and Sylvia in front. Her eyes widened like a giant ball. After staring for some time, she inched toward Liam and whispered, “Do you think Mommy and baddie Daddy are going to get along from now on?” Liam darted a glance at the two sitting in front. He observed the tender, amiable expression on their faces and seemed convinced himself as well. He uttered a short “hmm” in reply to Isabel. Isabel snickered joyously. “That’s great. We’ll never be separated from Mommy and Daddy from now on.” Liam clicked his tongue. …Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the house. Sebastian and Aunt Tonya had been waiting for them outside the house. The car had just screeched to a stop when Sylvia saw them approaching the car. Isabel was
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t