After dinner, Odell sent Tara back to Lake Victoria Villa before he went back to the Carters' residence. The bodyguards opened the door for him when they saw him. Odell had a glance at one of the bodyguards. “Did the woman come over today?” “Ms. Ross didn't come today.” His already icy expression had an extra scowl to it. The bodyguard timidly looked away. Odell grunted. ‘Did she really go out with Tristan? I thought she would try harder for the kids, but she seems to have forgotten about them now that she’s with a man.’ He went inside with a grim look. The bodyguard sighed a breath of relief after he went inside. At the same time, the bodyguard also grumbled secretly. ‘Gosh, what is wrong with Master Carter? I thought he was the one who stationed us out here to prevent Ms. Ross from coming. Now that she’s not coming, he seems even angrier.’ Odell went straight to Isabel and Liam’s room. The door was open, but no one was inside. The whole house was quiet. ‘Where d
The car then drove out of the house. Odell had irritation all over his face.‘Why is she going out at night? A date?’ Smack! The binoculars were thrown on the floor. …Meanwhile, inside the car, Sylvia was driving towards the nearby supermarket. She wanted to buy binoculars for herself before the supermarket closed. She used to joke with her kids that if they were driven apart and could not meet, they would use binoculars to locate each other. Being brilliant kids, the two of them must have remembered. Even if they did not, she could still see them with the binoculars. A while later, she went home with her newly purchased binoculars. She stood on the highest spot in the yard and directed her binoculars at the Carters' residence. The two little rascals must have gone to bed because she stood and watched until midnight and still did not see any signs of them. Feeling disappointed, Sylvia put away the binoculars and returned to her bedroom. …The next day, Sylvi
“What’s the hurry? I have something to talk to you about.” Sylvia eagerly rubbed her hands and cracked her knuckles provocatively. Her suggestive demeanor reminded Tara of that time when she was strapped in the rear seat of the car and was slapped in her face. Her face turned as white as a sheet and she faltered in fear. Feeling cautious, she warned Sylvia, “What are you trying to imply?” Sylvia wore a grin. “You told Sonia and instigated her to cause trouble at my studio, chasing me out of the house that my grandparents left me. You even tricked Tristan and made him think that I rejected him because of Sonia. You told him that I met his mother, which led him to starve himself just to make a statement to his parents. Am I right?” Tara reacted with a shifty gaze. She said in a hurry, “I have no idea what you are talking about. Go away. I’m going to Odell.” Sylvia refused to comply. She kept the pressure on and moved closer to Tara. “Odell showed me a picture of Tristan hugging
Odell strode over angrily. The fury on his face forced Sylvia to release Tara. Tara threw herself into his arms and started crying. “Odell, my hand hurts…” Odell threw a look at her wrist and noticed a red swollen circle around it like a bangle. He glared at Sylvia who leaned on Tara’s car with her hands crossed and a grin pasted on her face, exuding a devil-may-care attitude. Before Odell could question her, she proactively said, “I did it.” Odell’s gaze turned to frost. “Are you having a death wish?” “Of course not,” Sylvia said with an even wider grin. “She wanted to slap my face first. It was just self-defense.” Odell pursed his lips. “Do you think I’m blind?” He had arrived at the moment when Sylvia slammed Tara’s wrist on the car. Sylvia protruded her lips and sighed. “If you choose to be blind, I can’t do anything about it.” Odell was speechless. He gently pushed Tara aside and strode forward to Sylvia. Nonetheless, Sylvia remained still. Tara was the one
Odell tightened his lips after hearing Sylvia. Tara anxiously denied, “No, Odell, I didn’t do it. I’ve never done anything that she claims I did. What good would it do me?” “I’m curious as well. What good does it do to you? I can’t even see my children now,” Sylvia added. Her face turned to frost when she mentioned her children. Tara looked evasive. She clung to Odell tightly and shot an irritated look at Sylvia. “Sylvia, are you trying to shift all the blame on me? You did everything yourself, and you are trying to hold me responsible? You and Tristan are already dating. Someone even saw you in a restaurant enjoying a candlelight dinner!” Odell’s anger spiked after Tara spewed her words. Not only did Sylvia have candlelight dinner with Tristan, but she even went out in the middle of the night to see him. He glanced at Sylvia and asked, “What else do you have to say for yourself?” Judging from his look, Sylvia knew he would not believe her though it would be strange if he
Could Tara have already informed her? Suddenly, the phone in her pocket began ringing. It was Aunt Tonya calling. Sylvia picked up the call, “Hey Aunt Tonya, what's wrong?" “Sylvia, there are several men outside the house, they’re hulks around the size of Ben and Jacob, and they’re not leaving,” Aunt Tonya reported in a hushed voice masked with concern. "Did something happen again? What's wrong?" Sylvia frowned. Odell was quick to act. "Don't worry. Just lock the doors and leave the house,” she said. It was also at this time when there was a sudden movement outside the studio. Through the glass window, Sylvia saw a group of well-trained bodyguards surrounding the entrance of the studio. She hurriedly hung up the phone. There was no back door in the studio, so she could not run and had to directly confront them. The bodyguard leading the charge spoke to the studio receptionist, “Mr. Odell has dispatched us to pick Miss Sylvia up.” The name “Mr. Odel
With his sharp roar, all the air in the spacious living room was sucked out. Sylvia withdrew the harsh look from her eyes and grinned. She wore a sharp smirk as if to mock him and imply, “Look what a good hostage I am!” Odell was silent. He felt his temper rising in his chest. He paused. With an overpowering stare, he said, "I'll give you three minutes to gather your thoughts and prepare an apology to Tara.” Sylvia smiled. “And what if I don't apologize to her?" "Then, don't even think about ever leaving this place!" The smile on Sylvia's mouth vanished. Was he going to repeat what happened and have her slapped sixty times? Was he going to break her legs instead? After a few seconds, she said, "I won't apologize to her even if you make them kill me today." Odell frowned coldly. She met his gaze without fear, her eyes shining with determination. Odell felt his body tightening involuntarily. Suddenly, Tara tugged at his arm to counsel him, “Forget abou
"I'm fine," Sylvia said, “What brings you here?" “Carl told me." Tristan then turned to Odell and addressed him sternly, “Master Carter, Sylvia hasn’t done anything criminal, has she? And even if she has, it’s the police who should take charge. Surely it’s not for you to play judge?” Odell raised his eyebrows and sneered, “Well, she’s here. What are you going to do about it?” Just like that, he established his dominance. Tristan stammered for a few seconds before composing himself. “I put together a crew of my own as well, and their numbers are no fewer than yours. Do you want to settle a score?” Odell flashed a hostile look. Immediately, Tara spoke up, "Odell, let’s let them go. This whole thing all started because of me. It's my fault. Please don’t be angry." Her voice was tender and thoughtful. However, Odell was unaffected as he peered at Sylvia. Sylvia was emboldened when she heard that Tristan brought more men than Odell. Odell had been long suspect