The waiters exchanged a quick glance, and one of them said to Sherry, “Ms. Fowler, this way, please.” Sherry followed the waiter inside. Just when Mason wanted to go in, the other waiter stopped him and pointed him in another direction. “Sir, your seat is this way. Please follow me.” Mason frowned. Sherry turned around with a smile. “Mason, you go ahead. We’ll talk after the banquet.” She was aware of Mason’s feelings for her, but it was not the time to talk about that. She wanted to wait for this whole thing to end before telling him to move on instead of clinging on to her. All in all, she wanted to cut all ties with the Fowlers and the Stocktons. Mason’s eyes gleamed upon hearing her words. He nodded and hummed a reply. He then followed the other waiter to his seat. Sherry followed the waiter to the front seat, where the bride’s family was seated. She saw Matthew and Janine happily sitting in the main seats of the table while the other relatives congratulated them.
Janine wore a smile on her face. “All of you are too kind. We just taught her to be humble and grateful. We didn’t really put her through anything special, or teach her how to find a magnificent man like John. It’s fate that brought them together.” “That’s because Shannon is a charming girl.” Janine chuckled shyly. “Oh, you guys flatter me. Come on, let’s eat.” Someone raised his glass. “Here’s a toast to celebrate Shannon finding a great man like John.” Matthew raised his glass and boomed, “Yeah, a toast!” Everyone at the table raised their glasses into the air. Only Sherry continued to munch on her food and ignored the proposed toast. Everyone stared at her. Sherry sensed their gaze and responded with a smile, “You guys go ahead, don’t mind me.” Congratulate John and Shannon? She simply could not do it. She was not a saintess that could forgive the dirty couple. Everyone frowned at her reaction and then turned to Matthew and Janine for further instructions. Both o
Janine’s expression froze. Even Jake, who spoke to Sherry first, was stunned. He asked, “Sherry, are you unhappy with me or something?” Sherry smiled. “I didn't even know you before this, so why should I be unhappy with you?” Jake was left speechless. Janine was trying her best to suppress her anger. The atmosphere became awkward for a while until Matthew intervened. “It’s enough. The girl came back when she was already a teen. She was spoilt in the countryside. Just ignore her and enjoy the banquet.” Janine rested her anger and said, “Yeah, just ignore her. Let’s eat.” She turned to Jake to say, “Jake, don’t mind her. Just enjoy the banquet.” The awkwardness faded as the others agreed with the suggestion. Jake grumbled, “You guys shouldn’t have brought her back. Now that Shannon is Mrs. Stockton, if others know that the little savage here is her sister, it will only embarrass the family more.” “Yeah, Jake’s right.” Sherry clutched her cutlery tightly. Janine sa
Shannon smiled. “I know, Mom. Don’t worry.” The waiters refilled John and Shannon’s glasses. The bride and the groom then turned to the table of relatives. Everyone was standing except Sherry. She munched on a hunk of bread with her head lowered down. For some reason, her hands were shaking terribly to the point that the bread almost fell out of her hand. Maybe because the bread was too dry, she had a difficult time swallowing it. While she was trying to swallow the bread, Matthew called to her coldly, “Sherry, John and your sister are here for a toast.” Sherry looked up and saw everyone else looking at her, including John and Shannon. John’s handsome features and slender figure stood out from the group. He wore a fake but polite smile and stared at her profoundly. Sherry had no idea what he was thinking. Shannon frowned. Since everyone’s attention was on Sherry, no one noticed the brazen resentment she had for her sister. Sherry forced herself to swallow the bread and
Cold water splashed onto her face and dripped from her chin. She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath to calm herself down. As she regained her breath and calmed her mind, she opened her eyes. She looked better than she had a few minutes before. In a haste, she grabbed the tissue paper from the side and started wiping the juice off her dress. After she finally cleaned herself, she went out and saw Matthew waiting for her outside. Sherry was surprised to find her father in the corridor. She asked, “Why are you here? Are you waiting for—” Slap! Matthew struck her on the face before she could finish her sentence. The scorching sensation stung her face. Her mind went blank for a moment before she looked at her father in confusion. Matthew stared at her. “You ungrateful brat, your mother and I have already been putting up with your nonsense with your disrespect for us, and now you’re trying to play games with your sister and John? Are you trying to let people know ab
Matthew walked away. Sherry thought he would at least feel guilty or something, but it seemed like she overestimated him. She took a deep breath to regulate her emotions. She turned around and wanted to go into the toilet to clean herself up again, but she found Queenie standing at the door. Queenie looked like a princess in her yellow dress and with her blonde wavy hair. Sherry had no idea how long Queenie had been standing there. Queenie was looking at her with a complicated look. Sherry paused for a moment and walked past her. She went into the toilet and started washing her face at the faucet. Queenie came in and awkwardly looked at her. “Hey… You won’t get the red slap mark off with water.” Sherry ignored her and continued to wash her face. Subtly, Queenie handed her the cushion foundation. “This brand’s cushion foundation is good. You can use it to cover the mark.” Sherry paused for a moment and accepted the foundation. “Thanks.” She started to tap the found
Sherry curled her fists and sat on the floor. She leaned on the icy cold wall and decided to wait for the banquet to be over. She refused to return to the banquet hall. The bodyguard then left her alone and retreated two meters. At the same time, someone else was watching from behind the corner. The man with the slender figure stayed in the shadows as he leaned on the wall. He was still dressed in the black suit with the red bowtie, but his face was emotionless. He had been standing there for a while, and even the back of his jacket started to wrinkle. …After Matthew returned to the banquet hall, he pulled Janine away from the table. “Come out. I have something to talk to you about,” he said coldly. Janine’s expression changed. She followed him out of the hall through the other exit, a safe passage with no one around. "What’s wrong? Why did you pull me away?” Matthew glared at her. “Sherry has actually been staying at the Stocktons’ place for more than a year now, has
The bodyguard turned away as soon as the guests came out. Sherry’s eyes gleamed. She wanted to leave the hotel, but when she stood up, her legs went numb. Maybe because she had been sitting with her legs crossed for an hour and bolted up all of a sudden, she lost her balance and fell. Fortunately, before she crashed to the ground, a strong tanned arm caught her. Sherry looked up and met a pair of bright eyes looking at her. “Are you alright?” Mason asked. Sherry smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just that my legs are a little numb.” She retracted her hand after she regained her balance. “I’ve been looking for you. I didn’t see you here just now. Why are you sitting down here?” Mason said.“Nothing in particular. I just don’t want to go back inside.” Mason remembered her poor relationship with her family and pursed his lips. He switched the topic and said, “The wedding is over. Let’s go.” Sherry went out of the hotel with Mason behind her. As the two of them stepped out
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