This struck a nerve in Shannon and she glared at Sherry. Sherry smiled coyly, “Oh yeah, he gave me two choices actually. I had to either be his lover or his housemaid.” Shannon's expression darkened. Sherry seemed to see some humor in this and said, “The truth is that you disgust me but I couldn’t go against my principles, so I ended up choosing the second option.” "Sherry..." Shannon gnashed her teeth so hard that she would grind them into powder if she continued. Sherry continued chuckling, “Don't look at me like that, you Fowlers are the reason that I ended up here in the first place.” Something seemed to shift inside Shannon upon hearing this but she continued to regard Sherry with a look of contempt. Sherry was aware of this as well. She had never intended to gain Shannon’s sympathy by telling her that she had ended up in her current state due to her sacrificing herself for the Fowlers. She was not that naive. She went on, “Having said that, we all know how
Beneath the pair of gold-framed glasses was a sharp pair of eyes glaring at her. Sherry stuttered for a moment but quickly recollected herself. She exclaimed out loud, "Hahaha...John, come and take a look at your wife, she looks so funny!” John was silent. Sherry smiled and turned to Shannon again. Shannon had removed the bucket off her head, revealing her sorry state underneath. Her wet hair clung to her scalp and her face had gone pale. She cast a sorrowful look at John with red puffy eyes. Her look would have invoked sympathy if not for her ruined makeup that made her look like a third-rate actor in the role of a ghost in a horror film. Sherry was still cackling away like a mad woman. Her stomach was beginning to hurt from all that laughing, so she did all she could to suppress her laughter. Shannon pitifully pleaded for help, “John…” John glanced at her, then he looked at the puddle of water all over the floor and the bucket on the ground. He turned t
This immediately provoked a strong reaction from Sherry. John grinned in satisfaction, clearly aware of what he had just done and took pride in it. If not for her still-recovering hip and calf, she would have eagerly filled another bucket full of ice-cold water and splashed it all over his smug face! “I won’t eat then. Who cares about eating the stinking food that you serve at your place!” She yelled before leaving the bathroom with a towel wrapped snugly around her. Noticing that he was not intending to leave, she cast a pointed glare at him and said, “I'm going to bed, so get out of here already!” John remained standing in the same spot and slowly darted his eyes across the bed that was nowhere near dried up yet. He suddenly asked, "Who was it who arranged for you to sleep in this room?” "How would I know?" The scowl on her face was as unpleasant as her voice. There was a subtle change in his expression as he proceeded to inform her, “This room is only for hous
Sherry grimaced. How could she have forgotten? She was here to be a servant now. She instinctively snuck a look at Hailey’s collar. It was purple, a different color from the one Emerence wore. Sherry asked, “Hey Hailey, what rank are you?” Hailey cocked an eyebrow curiously and answered, “I’m a level two staff.” “Hey, that’s not so bad." Hailey snorted disinterestedly then fixed a long look on Sherry’s face, “Why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Sherry put a hand to her forehead. She was burning up. She must have caught a fever. "I guess I caught a cold. I'll be fine after I get some rest.” Sherry smiled and asked, "Hailey, do you have anything to eat?" Her stomach was growling and she barely had any strength to lift a muscle. She had to find something to eat as soon as possible. Hailey frowned, “The only place we can get food around here is at the cafeteria but we can only eat there at the appointed time. You’re not allowed to bring food back int
After the housemaid left the room, Shannon turned to John, "I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for taking the time to stay with me. Why don’t you get ready to settle in for the night? You have to work tomorrow, so we should get some early rest.” She uttered the word ‘we’ with a hint of shyness. John smiled tenderly, treating her gently as always. He spoke softly, "You can go to sleep first. I need to go to the office later to deal with some urgent matters that just came up.” Shannon’s face changed. However, before she could get a word out, John insisted, "I'll leave after you sleep.” He put a hand out and gently touched her forehead. Shannon pursed his lips and nodded obediently, albeit with a touch of reluctance. She took his hand into hers and closed her eyes. John gazed at her silently, his eyes were two pools of still water without the slightest bit of ripple within them. After some time had passed, Shannon’s breathing took on a slow and steady rh
John gave Sherry yet another pill. Just like the previous pill, she swallowed this one without any resistance and proceeded to finish the entire glass of water before beginning to nibble at the edge of the glass again. It took some considerable effort for John to pull the glass away. There was nothing but a peaceful silence within the room. It was so silent that John could faintly hear Sherry’s stomach as it growled and demanded for food. John frowned. After a while, he gently tucked her back into the bed. Then, he went to the entrance and looked for Marlow who was nearby and ready to provide assistance at any given notice, “Go get some food.” Marlow nodded agreeably and quickly went away. Shortly after, he returned with a variety of food, even including some sweet cakes for dessert. John took the tray and thanked him, “Thank you, go get some rest.” Marlow did not smile but answered in an amiable voice, “Alright, Master.” With that, he turned and walked a
After a few seconds, a loud burst of laughter ripped through the silence. Sherry was the one who was roaring with laughter. John seemed to take a second to process what had just happened to him, before he winced ominously and stared at her. Sherry quickly restrained her laughter and continued to nibble on the drumstick as if nothing had happened. One could tell by her expression that she was very amused by what had just happened. John took a clean white handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face with it. Then, he simply tossed it into a trashcan next to the bed. He looked at Sherry who was still eating and pretending as if nothing had happened and smirked, “Eat slowly, don’t choke.” Sherry flashed a smile, "Don't worry, you’re more likely to choke to death before I do.” John did not respond to this and only continued to stare at her gloomily. Sherry gobbled up the drumstick very quickly until it was nothing but bones. Then she tossed it into the air. Th
Bang! Sherry was shoved onto the bed once more. John stared into her eyes coldly. “Sherry, must you make me mad every single day?” Sherry was taken aback. It had been a long time since she saw him like this. A quick pause later, she curled her lips. “Yeah, I like to make you mad. I hate you. I hope you’ll die from this!” His gaze turned colder as he tightened his grip on her. Sherry almost lost her breath. She gasped and said in a small voice, “As long as you are keeping me here, I’ll keep making you mad. I'll keep making you crazy. Whenever I see you, I’ll do it. You can either stay away from me forever or kill me, or I can do this all day!” She got even more arrogant as she provoked him. John looked grim. “Sherry, my patience for you is limited. Stop trying to challenge my bottom line.” “I’m challenging it! What are you going to do about it?!” Sherry raised a brow. “Kill me if you can!” His expression turned frosty. “Do you really think I won’t kill you?” Sherry
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