Sylvia was surprised. She expected an apology, not Lily confessing that she had looked down on her. It seemed like Lily had turned over a new leaf. Sylvia assured, “It’s okay.” Lily smiled. She pushed the box to Sylvia once more and wore a sincere look. “Sylvia, I picked this for you. Please accept it. If you don’t, I won’t be able to forgive myself.” Sylvia felt helpless. “It’s fine. It’s history, and you’ve apologized. I don’t hate you anymore, so why are you doing this to yourself?” Lily lowered her head. “I heard… from my grandfather that you suffered from severe depression back then.” Sylvia pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, Sylvia,” she said. She sounded much more natural and sincere than before.“It’s okay.” Lily looked at her and saw a smile. In turn, she smiled back. A thought rushed into her mind and she lowered her head again. “Actually, other than that, I worked with Thomas before this to separate you and Master Carter.” Sylvia was slightly stunned before she sa
Sylvia strode out of the coffee shop and found Odell with Flint beside the car. Odell’s towering figure with the adorable Flint in his arms easily turned heads. Sylvia strode over to them. Flint gurgled as he snuggled into his mother’s arms.Odell stroked her head and subtly glanced into the cafe. “You were in there for a while. What did she say to you?” Sylvia frowned. “It was just ten minutes. It wasn't that long.” Odell curled his lips. “Then, what did she say to you?” Sylvia honestly said, “She apologized and wanted to give me a gift to make up for it, but I didn’t take it.” “What else?” Sylvia pondered. “She looked sincere. I wonder what Master Springsteen said to her that changed her so drastically. She even admitted that she shouldn’t have looked down on me and confessed that she worked with Thomas before.” Odell’s expression turned grim when he heard Thomas’s name. A moment of silence later, he asked, “What else?” “Nothing else. That’s it.” Odell stared a
The art competition was in full swing. As the head judge, Sylvia had to inspect and rate the contestants’ entries one by one, round by round. She also had to discuss with the other judges to get their agreement before giving the final rating. Many hardworking and talented contestants survived round after round of elimination. The elimination round also discarded many other mediocre entries. One month had gone by since the start of the competition. The competition reached its final round. After Sylvia, Simon, and the others gave the final rating to the champion, the first and the second runner-ups, the competition officially ended. The champion and the second runner-up were two boys from the art academy while the first runner-up was just a middle schooler. Sylvia, Simon, and the other veteran artists presented the prize to all three winners. Christopher then took the stage to present an inspiring speech as a conclusion to the month-long competition. Sylvia took a group p
Sylvia asked, “What’s wrong?” Odell’s expression remained heavy. Annoyed, she pouted and tapped his shoulder. “Come on, tell me what happened.” “John got married.” Sylvia’s eyes went wide with shock. “When? When did he get married?” “A month ago.” “To Shannon?” “Yeah.” The thought of her friend claiming to be free from chores and getting the freedom to eat and drink rushed into her mind. She asked, “What about Sherry? Has John released her?” “No.” Sylvia frowned. “Where is she now?” Odell stroked her head and said softly, “John must be keeping her outside of the Stocktons' residence after the wedding, but he went on a business trip on the same day of his wedding and has not come back since then.” Sylvia sighed a breath of relief. If John was not around, he would not be able to go to Sherry, and she would stop becoming his lover, at least for now. Sylvia knew what happened. Even if Sherry was forced to be John’s lover, she would never give up on her friend. T
One night before the opening ceremony, Sherry texted her to cheer her on. John and Shannon’s wedding must have just gotten married around that time. One month has passed since then. Sylvia had texted Sherry a few times since then, yet Sherry had not once revealed that she was still being imprisoned by John. Sylvia sighed. She texted Sherry and asked, “Where are you?” “I’m still in Glenchester,” Sherry answered. “Glenchester? Where is John holding you?” The screen activity went silent after that last text. Sherry did not text back regarding her location. Sylvia wanted to call her but her call was rejected. Sylvia was about to curse out loud when she received a text from Sherry. “Sylvia, please don’t be mad. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, it’s just that I don’t even know where I am now.” Sylvia’s gaze shifted and she continued texting her. …Meanwhile, at the southern suburbs at Glenchester, Sherry was locked in the room with her phone. She was on the
Something must have made the woman happy, or she would not be smiling and drooling away in her sleep. The man stared at her for a while before he took his phone out and snapped pictures of her as she drooled in her sleep. Snap! Sherry was awoken by the sharp sound. She opened her eyes and saw the man snapping pictures of her sleeping with a gentle smile on his face. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Snap! He took another picture before he pocketed his phone. Sherry was rendered speechless. Her face paled as she stared at him. After a few seconds, she raised her hand and slapped herself on the head. ‘Why is this b*stard here? I must be having a nightmare!’ After slapping herself twice, she looked at him again. John’s tall figure was still beside her, looking at her from behind his golden-framed glasses. He was puzzled as to why Sherry had slapped her own head. Sherry’s gaze cleared and she slapped her own face again. She must have been drunk and started hallucinatin
Sherry took a deep breath as her eyes stared at him suspiciously. “What do you want me to do?” He took a deep breath. Then, as though he could not think of anything better for her to do, he seemed to pluck a suggestion out of thin air. “Be my servant. Serve me tea and whatnot. Oh, and prepare my bath for me.” “Do you have a death wish?” A servant that served him tea and prepared his bath?! John narrowed his eyes with a wider grin. “Not enough? Then you can wash my feet as well.” Sherry choked as her anger began to boil. Before she could vent it, he said, “Sherry, you have two options here: you can either put on an apron and be my servant, or take off your clothes and be my lover.” The smile on his face slowly faded as he spoke, leaving only a look of grim indifference on his face. Sherry shrank back in fear but she quickly recovered her composure. She forced a smile on her face and said, “Master Stockton, would you like some tea, or a bath, or would you like me to wash
Back at the Carter Residence, Sylvia was asleep when she was woken up by a phone ringtone. It was coming from Odell’s phone. Odell reached out to his phone and patted her head, signaling her to go back to sleep. He took his phone and went out to the balcony. Sylvia shut her eyes and went back to sleep, but she opened her eyes when Odell came back in after the call. He walked to her and looked at her, as if he wanted to tell her something. She asked, “What happened? Did something happen?” “They found out where Sherry is.” Sylvia sat herself up. “What about Sherry? Were they able to get her out?” “They were one step too late. The house is already empty, leaving only a maid who had been assigned to look after her while she was there.” A short pause later, he continued, “John might have taken her away again.” Sylvia frowned. She reached out to her phone to contact Sherry. It was then she saw Sherry’s message from two hours ago. Her expression shifted. She looked at
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