A billion? Where was Sherry supposed to find that kind of money? She blinked before blurting out, “Sure, you invested a billion dollars, but the project has been doing well for the past year. You must have made good money.”John replied with a smile, “Yeah, a little. It’s only two hundred million. I’m still eight hundred million away from gaining back the principal.” Sherry pursed her lips. She did not have a hundred million, much less eight hundred million. The look on her face tempted him to pinch her cheeks once more. “Don’t you have anything to say?” Pressing her lips together, Sherry said, “The Fowlers and Browns owe you the money. Demand it from them.” He gave her cheeks a good squeeze. “That may be so, but you were the one who signed the contract.” Sherry took a deep breath. “… I have been with you for more than a year. That should count as something.” “Ha.” He snickered while sizing her up in a devilish manner. “You give yourself too much credit, Sherry, but
Out of nowhere, a hand pressed onto the back of Sherry’s head. With her face pressed against the fabric of the sofa, Sherry could hardly move. She yelled at John, “D*mn it, John! Get your stinking hands off me!” John pulled back and got off the sofa. With one hand pressing against her head and another on her ass, John pinned Sherry down.Watching as her legs kicked up in the air from being held down, a feeling of helplessness flashed in John’s deep eyes under his messy fringe. Had he pushed her too far? To think she had tried to use her head as a weapon… Sherry was still putting up a fight. “D*mn it, John! If you had the balls, you’d let me go. Let’s see who has the tougher head!” Smack. John slapped her head. Sherry yelled, “… You can crush me, but you can’t crush my spirit! Hit me again, and I’ll knock you out!” Smack. He whacked her again on the back of her head. Sherry, who was still being held down on the sofa by her head and bum, was speechless.Before she c
The most prosperous central business district of Glanchester. This was where Stockton Tower was located. Meanwhile, a meeting was going on in a spacious conference room. The man, who had just gotten hitched that afternoon, sat on the head of the table dressed in a suit. Sitting at the foot, a group of executives took turns to take the floor and report on the numbers.Beep. Suddenly, John’s phone on the table vibrated. The executives immediately closed their mouths and quietly stared at John. Having glanced at the caller ID, John picked up the phone and smiled at them. “Excuse me. I need to take this call. Please give me a sec.” The group smiled in return. John got up and exited the conference room. Placing the phone against his ear, he asked, “What did she do again?” On the other line, the bodyguard was truthful with his reply. “Ms. Fowler’s refusing food.” John furrowed his brows. Refusing food? Instead of giving her bread and canned vegetables, John had i
John caressed her face. “Look. Your face is red from lying.” Sherry retorted, “As if!” “No need to shout out loud. It’s only the two of us here.” As he spoke, his eyes wandered to her collar. Sherry’s face changed as she tried to push him away. “D*mn it, John! Get off me!” Curling his lips, John grabbed her by the collar and pulled off her blouse.Sherry put up a fight right away. Maintaining the curve of his lips, John neutralized her attacks with ease and pressed his lips against hers. The more she refused to become his mistress, the more he would make her his kept woman.Soon, the room was filled with Sherry’s muffled struggles. The more intimate the two of them became, a sharp gasp interrupted the intimacy. The man froze. Seizing her chance, Sherry pushed him away and kicked him off the bed. Next, she jumped out of the bed in a flash and bolted to the floor-to-ceiling window. After falling off the bed, John sat up with a cut on the edge of his lips. Seein
The tension on John’s face eased in an instant. John’s lips curled as he said with a smile, “Thank you, doctor.” The doctor waved his arm. “It’s part of my job as a doctor. It’s already an honor to be able to meet with you today, Mr. Stockton.” It appeared that the doctor was a fanboy of John. Sherry made a face. The doctor then turned to Sherry. “Miss, you’re on bed rest. Try not to move around so much.” “Got it. Thank you, doctor.” After a pause, Sherry added. “Ah. Just so you know. I’m John’s sister. Please call me Ms. Stockton.” The doctor, “…” John, “…” Did she not know that the hospital required the registration of personal information before treatment? Stillness filled the air momentarily. The doctor glanced at John before responding to Sherry with a grin, “Sure, Ms. Stockton.” Sherry did not stay for too long as she was soon wheeled out of the hospital. Their ride back had been swapped for an MPV. It was spacious enough to accommodate Sherry together w
The call quickly connected, and John said, "Peter, bring the documents regarding Coastrock City and wait for me at the airport."On the phone, Peter froze for two seconds. "Weren't you planning to go to Coastrock City for the cooperation next month?""I changed my mind. I'll go there now."Peter did not dare to ask any more questions and quickly replied, "Yes, sir. I'll prepare it right away."...The next day.In Westchester City.The night was completely dispersed by the newly risen sun, and the world brightened up.Sylvia opened her eyes before the alarm went off.Today was the opening day of the art competition, and the opening ceremony would be at 9 am sharp.It was now 6 am.Flint was still fast asleep in the crib.The man beside her woke up as soon as she sat up.She said to him, "You can sleep a little longer. I'll go wash up first."It was Monday, so it was still too early for him to go to work. There was no need for him to get up so early with her.After saying
Sylvia replied to their messages and kissed Isabel, Liam, and Flint on their little cheeks. "You guys go back and get some more sleep, then go to school, okay?"Isabel pouted. "We know."Liam also pursed his lips. "Go on, Mom."Sylvia smiled and looked at Flint. "Flint, remember to listen to Aunt Tonya at home today. Don't disturb her when she's resting, got it?"She did not know if Flint understood or not, but the baby babbled excitedly.Just then, the tall figure of a man walked in front of her.Sylvia looked up and met his dark eyes.He pursed his lips and asked, "Is there anything you'd like to tell me as well?"Her lips twitched.He was a thirty-year-old man. What did he need her to tell him?However, seeing how he was well behaved recently, she thought about it and said, "Work hard at the office."Then, she picked up her bag. "It's getting late. Christopher and Simon are waiting for me, so I have to go now."She turned and headed out.However, a long arm suddenly wra
"Heh. The president is too biased. Is it because she's pretty?""Who knows? But it's true that she used to be quite amazing in the past. Maybe the president thinks that she can get back to her previous level.""Hah. Did you forget that ink painting she did before?"“Of course not. Even my three-year-old nephew can draw that ink painting of hers.""..."Sylvia could not help but stop in her tracks. Her face turned a few shades colder as she looked toward the group of people talking about her.She was already in front of them, but they still had no intention of lowering their voices. They were clearly deliberately trying to mess with her mind.The group of people seemed to not have expected Sylvia to stop and look directly at them. They instantly pursed their lips, but their expressions were very cold. It seemed like they were telling her that they looked down on her even though she was invited by the president.Only one young man quickly showed a fake smile and said to her, "Ms.
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