It was a fact that her own family disliked her. Julie tightened her lips. She curled her lips into a smile and said, “If you’re not bothered by it, that’s great. But if you need any help, just tell me. John cares about you, which makes you my friend. If I can do anything to help, I will do anything within my capabilities.” Although Sherry did not know why Julie approached her with goodwill, she put on a polite expression and thanked her. “Well, thank you in advance, Julie.” Julie said, “Don’t mention it.” Sherry then walked off without pause. The Stocktons' residence was huge, bigger than Sherry could imagine. The gardens alone were a few times bigger than a common house outside. She took a long stroll around the garden before she came back. Because her stomach was growling in hunger, she wanted to search for something to eat, but she accidentally arrived at Queenie’s place where she saw Queenie helping herself to a table of snacks and pastries. It was a feast for the g
The maids stood in a single line with Emerence talking sternly in the front. It seemed serious, so Sherry stayed outside and listened. Basically, the meeting was about the event that would be held the next day in the Stocktons' banquet hall. Madam Stockton was starting a charity organization, and many guests were invited to discuss their agenda. It was considered a social event for their guests to mingle. The maids in line were the ones responsible for working at the event tomorrow. Emerence went through the details with them again and again, emphasizing many things on the agenda, and even requested them to memorize all the guests’ names. All the names she read out were strangers to Sherry except for one: Mason Brown. The meeting lasted for half an hour. Before dispersing the maids, Emerence gave one last piece of reminder, “Be prepared. Madam Stockton regards the event highly. No one is allowed to make any mistakes.” “We understand, Aunt Emerence,” the maid answered en
He was always either busy with work, or had to deal with something urgent, whatever that may be! Whenever he came back, he arranged his schedule so that he would return as soon as Sherry was finished with his shift! It could not be any more obvious that he was only coming home to see Sherry, the damned bitch! When Shannon thought of this, she rose to her feet and swept everything off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. Celine was aghast and quickly rushed forward, “Miss, be careful! Don't hurt yourself—" Smack! Before she could finish cautioning Shannon, she received a blow across her face, accompanied by a stern roar. “Get out!” Celine could not believe what happened. She put a hand to her cheeks and quickly walked away with tears in her eyes. Shannon continued causing havoc in the dining room before stomping away. She clasped her hands with a sinister glow in her eyes. She had to do something to remove Sherry from the picture! … Sherry went to
"I don't want to go. These little events are entirely meaningless.” It was always one and the same thing. She had to entertain one guest after another and make boring small talk. If she accidentally blurted out the wrong thing, she would end up getting punished. Her mother was the worst offender of them all and always nagged at her whenever she went. Sherry cocked an eyebrow upon hearing this and stayed silent. "Don't you want to join in the fun? Why don't you go instead?” Queenie suddenly suggested. Sherry answered, “I’d rather eat and watch TV here. This is much more interesting.” Queenie seemed to ponder for a moment, then she scoffed and told Hailey to sit down again. The three of them continued watching the show while feasting. … Meanwhile, a fleet of expensive cars was arriving outside the Stocktons' residence. Julie and Shannon were dressed to the nines and were busy greeting the arriving guests and making conversation. The butler of the house, Marlow,
Shannon scanned her surroundings for a moment before walking out. After the two went outside, Mason immediately enquired, “What happened to Sherry?” Shannon revealed, “She’s at John’s place right now.” Mason was taken aback by this. “I thought she left. Why did she come back?" Shannon sighed and said, “I’m not going to hide anything from you. She’s currently working as a servant for John because she owes him eight hundred million, so she has to slave away for him to pay off her debt.” "What the hell is going on? How did she come to owe him eight hundred million dollars?” "It's a long story, but don't worry. I’ll tell you everything.” “Out with it then!” Sherry was being forced to work as a slave for her ex-boyfriend and her sister’s husband, no less, so how was Mason not supposed to feel unnerved by the situation? Shannon began to relay everything from the beginning to the end of how Sherry came to owe John such a vast sum. Mason was in disbelief upon hearing
Sherry grimaced irritably before approaching John. John remained seated gracefully on his throne and looked at her like a monarch toying with its subjects. Shannon remained seated as well with an unchanging expression although the look in her eyes seemed to have dimmed a little. Sherry walked mechanically. She hardly spared so much as a glance at both of them the entire time. She approached the table with a pot of tea in her hand and poured its contents into a teacup, then she took the cup and handed it to John. He took the cup and seemed to intentionally brush his fingers against the back of Sherry’s hands. Sherry grimaced and shot a look at him, but he smirked coyly and proceeded to sip his tea candidly. She rolled her eyes and silently muttered curses at this detestable man! Meanwhile, Shannon, who was sitting right there the entire time, was watching their interaction and clenched her hands into fists. That was when John suddenly looked at her. Shannon qu
John beckoned her over. "Come here, and I’ll tell you.” Sherry immediately recognized that he was up to no good. She remained rooted to the spot and said, “I’m not interested anymore. I don’t need to know.” John smiled, then he stood up and walked towards her. Sherry frowned. "What are you doing?" However, he did not answer. He only smiled profoundly as he continued drawing closer toward her. He was like an elusive prince seen in fairy tales. Nobody could tell what was on his mind, and the only impression he left behind was his dignified aura. Sherry waited for him to approach. She would not admit it but she was curious to see what he was up to. He approached her in no time and wrapped his arm around her waist. Completely defenseless, Sherry found herself taken into his arms in an instant. She immediately became upset and tried to shove him away. Nevertheless, John tightened his grip and kept her wrapped inside his arms as he drew his lips closer to her ear and
The moment the clock struck ten, Sherry strutted off without a care in the world. She barely cared to turn back and look at John. As soon as she stepped out into the courtyard, John stepped into the living room as well. The lens of his glasses concealed his look underneath. His face was basked underneath the moonlight, and there was not a trace of emotion on his expression. He continued heading into the courtyard. That was when he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind. “John, are you leaving already?” It was Shannon. She asked him in a warm voice as she pressed herself against his back. John frowned. He promptly removed her arms before he turned around to face her. He put a hand out and patted her head with a mechanical smile. “Yeah, there's something urgent I need to deal with, so I probably won't be back for a few days." Shannon frowned. "Are you going on a business trip again?" “Yeah.” Shannon expressed sadly while her eyes slightly
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