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.
Christopher glanced toward Lily. His expression was stiff and unpleasant.Simon also said furiously, "These people are really too snobbish."Even if Sylvia's skills were not as good as before, her previous painting still beat Lily's paintings. To be more precise, Lily's paintings may look good to ordinary people who did not know how to draw. However, anyone with knowledge in art would know that her paintings were average. She was not qualified to join the Art Association at all.The reason she was able to join the association was because she borrowed Master Springsteen's name.Those people said that Sylvia relied on connections, but they ignored the fact that Lily also came in through the back door and even flattered her like that. What was that if not hypocrisy?When Sylvia saw this, she said to them, "President, Simon, I'm fine. Don't get mad."She remembered that many of the people in that group were the helpers that Madam Springsteen found to keep her away from Odell when he
"Yeah, we just said a few words about your ink painting back then. Are you saying that we can't say anything about your painting even though it sucked?""..."The group of people quickly pointed their fingers at Sylvia's painting again.Many other members of the association did not know about the incident. After hearing those words, they looked at Sylvia with disdain and contempt.This time, Lily made no secret of her dislike for Sylvia and also had a contemptuous expression.If it were before, Sylvia might have been at a loss for words and fled in disarray. However, not only did she stand straight now, but her words were also very clear and crisp. "I can tell whether you're talking about my painting or me. I remember exactly what you all did to me."The group of people were stunned and subconsciously looked at Haytham.Haytham's eyes flashed, and he asked her, "Do you have evidence?"Hearing this, the others followed suit. "Yeah, do you have evidence to prove that we did somet
Sylvia and the others went backstage of the venue where the opening ceremony was held.There were several separate lounges backstage. Haytham and several others followed Lily into one of them.Most of the others had their own tasks and went to the front stage to set up the venue, leaving a few people gathered in another lounge which happened to be empty. Christopher needed to attend as the host, so only Sylvia and Simon went to the empty lounge.Simon was still a little angry, but at the same time, he was worried about Sylvia. "Sylvia, when you go on stage later, remember to keep a calm mind. They're just a bunch of vile people who only care about climbing the social ladder. Don't be affected by their words."Sylvia smiled back at him. "Don't worry, I won't be affected."She was no longer the same person she was when she first came back from Galston.She said, "You're also a judge for the competition and have to paint on stage later as well. Don't let them influence you.""I won
Christopher spoke excitedly, but what answered him was very sparse applause.Only Master Springsteen from the first row applauded politely. Mr. Carmine and the others simply looked on with cold expressions.The group of student participants sitting at the back not only did not applaud and welcome Sylvia, but they even started whispering among themselves, completely disrespecting Sylvia and her reputation as Sunflower.In short, the scene was very cold.It was so cold that Christopher felt embarrassed.Lily, Haytham, and the others sneered.Simon looked at Sylvia.Her expression was a little pale, and her hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists.It was impossible to say that she did not care. After all, it was true that she disappeared for a long time, and the “ink painting” that spread in the art circle previously was indeed disastrous. However, she thought to herself, 'It's fine. Just bear with it.'She took a deep breath and was just about to calm down when a male stu
Sylvia was stunned and suddenly looked up at the entrance of the auditorium.She saw a chubby figure dressed in orange running toward her.The little girl had her hair tied up in pigtails, and was dressed in a small orange hat and a matching orange dress. She dashed over like a running sun.It was none other than Isabel.Not long after she came in, three more figures appeared.It was Odell, who was in a suit and tie, Liam, who wore a small suit with an orange bowtie, and Flint, who lay in Odell's arms. The baby saw Sylvia and instantly shouted, "Mama!"The huge venue suddenly became silent as everyone on and off the stage looked at them.Sylvia was completely stunned.'Aren't they supposed to be at work and school? Why are they here?'Soon, Isabel ran to the bottom of the stage right below Sylvia.She raised her clenched fists at Sylvia, shouting seriously, "Go, Mom!"Sylvia could not help but smile. All the tension and depression she felt a moment ago completely disappeared
However, their expressions soon returned to normal.So what if Odell came?Later, the judges' painting session would compare the individual abilities of each judge.Although Sylvia's present state was much better than when she painted the ink painting, there was no way she could beat the paintings of Simon, Lily, and the two other experienced artists!She would definitely be laughed at and stripped of her position as the main judge in public!They wanted to see just how miserable she looked at that time.At that thought, Haytham and a few others looked at each other and laughed secretly.They walked off the stage and went to their seats.Sylvia, Simon, Lily, and the other judges sat down at the table at the side of the stage.Christopher and the other host talked about the specific process of the competition, clarified the rules, and then announced, "Once again, let's invite our five judges to the stage! Let's invite them to paint for all of us on the spot and add some sensati
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