Sherry figured that she had nothing important to do anyway and might as well head to the garden with them and snack on some oranges. … Meanwhile, Shannon arrived at the entrance and promptly got into a car, then drove off. After about half an hour, she stopped outside a cafe in a remote part of town. She put on a hat and sunglasses before stepping out of the car, then she trotted with a sense of urgency. The cafe was dimly lit. She scanned the cafe as she stepped inside and quickly noticed Mason who had been waiting for her. She hurried over to him and sat opposite him before removing her sunglasses and greeting him with a friendly smile, “Mason, how long have you been here? I didn't keep you waiting for too long, did I?” “I only just got here," Mason answered candidly. Shannon eyed him eagerly and whispered carefully, “Do you have the money?” Mason looked at her intently. “I have it.” Shannon was floored. "Eight hundred million! How did you get it all
By the time they left the garden, it was already dusk. Sherry did not even bother to stop when she passed by the courtyard shared by John and Shannon. She barely even glanced inside. Instead, she continued heading back to Queenie’s courtyard. The ripe oranges they harvested were rich in flavor. Queenie used them to make a variety of desserts such as orange cake, orange ice cream, orange juice, and so on. They had a barbecue before finishing the meal with the desserts they made. It was all unbelievably delicious. Sherry’s stomach was filled to the brim yet again. She was so full after her meal that she could not even lift a muscle. She lazed around on the couch with Queenie and watched the boring shows she always watched. Ding! Queenie's phone suddenly rang. Queenie picked up the phone and glanced at it lazily, then she suddenly sprang up and exclaimed in shock, “What? Why is my brother calling me out of nowhere? What’s going on?” As puzzled as she was, she quick
Most of them were pieces of jewelry that dazzled underneath the ceiling lights. John swiped a glance across them and noticed a bracelet with its diamonds carved into the shape of tiny wine glasses. It was a unique and intricate design. Upon noticing John staring at the bracelet, Peter gestured at it and said, “Sir, you have very good taste. This was just released very recently, and there are only ten such pieces in the world. It is the work of Susan Maroon, one of the best designers in the world, and it is also the most expensive item here.” A better way to put it would be that the price of everything else here combined was still nowhere close to the price of this particular diamond bracelet. John grinned. “Pack this one separately from the others." Peter hesitated and asked, “Sir, why do you want them packed separately? I thought you were buying all of these for the madam?” John suddenly shot him a look. “Peter, you seem to be asking a lot of questions lately. Don’t
A day later, Sherry figured that John was not coming back anytime soon, so she went to see Queenie first thing in the morning. They lazed around doing nothing until noon. Sherry had hogged Queenie's bright pink reclining chair all for herself. Just as she was about to take a nap though, Celine suddenly entered. She immediately turned to Sherry and informed her, "Sherry, the madam wants to see you.” Sherry cocked an eyebrow and asked, "What does she want from me?” “She says that there’s something important she needs to tell you.” "Tell her I'm sleepy. I’ll see her after I wake up." Sherry promptly closed her eyes after that. Celine immediately became furious. Shortly after that, Queenie and Hailey, who heard the commotion, stepped out of the room to see what was going on. Celine knew that they were only going to take Sherry’s side. Besides, she did not want to risk getting on Queenie’s bad side. She took a deep breath and suppressed her anger, then she proceeded t
Mason extracted an envelope from his pocket, “Here are ten cheques, they total up to eight hundred million. Give it to John, it’s your ticket out of this place.” Sherry was visibly affected upon seeing this. To think that Shannon would go to Mason to ask for the money after failing to get it from Janine. She sure was resourceful! It seemed like Mason had foreseen Sherry refusing to take the money. He smiled softly and explained, “Sherry, I know that the reason you ended up in this situation is because of our two families. If not for you trying to persuade John to pour money into our foundations, we would become history in Glanchester long ago. Look, we’ve made a significant amount of returns over the last year and it is only right that we repay our debt to you.” Sherry grimaced and stayed silent. Mason made a good point, the Fowlers and the Browns did owe a debt to her. However, it also had to be stated that eight hundred million was not a trivial amount of money. Eve
Mason wore a look of pain and betrayal, his voice became hoarse as he expressed his sorrow, “Sherry, didn’t you tell me that you were traveling at the time?” Sherry could feel her body stiffening, she clenched her hands into fists. She took a deep breath to stifle her contempt for the man. She could not look at Mason and only glared at John. John smiled cunningly, even now he was oozing charisma. Sherry rushed in front of John in an instant and grabbed him by his collar. She stood on her tiptoes so she could face and challenge him, "John, you bastard! I’ll kill you if you keep running your mouth and talking about things like that!” John smirked, "I don't believe you, why don't you prove it to me?” Sherry raised a fist immediately. That was when Peter along with several bodyguards charged in from the other rooms connected to the living rooms. They were rushing into the living room from all angles. It was quite the scene that immediately alerted Shannon and
Peter remarked with stark astonishment, “But they seem forged to me.” Sherry's eyes widened. Mason and Shannon both suddenly grew restless as well. Before they could protest, John announced, “Since they’re fake, throw them away then.” “Very well.” Peter stuffed the stack of cheques back into the envelope and threw it at Mason's feet. At the very same instant that the envelope hit the ground, Sherry headbutted John’s chin in one ferocious swing. Thump! John was unprepared and fell over backward. Sherry seized the opportunity to break free from him, then she turned and ran towards Mason. She had to get the envelope back! She had barely taken a step when a crew of bodyguards swarmed her. She tried to throw her weight against them but instead of managing to push through them by brute force, she merely bounced off of their bodies. In an instant, she was seized and arrested by them again. That was when John pulled her into his arms again. She turned
Peter immediately made for the courtyard. The bodyguards perched in front of Shannon and Mason swiftly followed after Peter and evacuated the living room. Shannon shuddered, then she took a deep breath and proceeded out into the courtyard as well, her face wrenched with nerves. Mason frowned and soon went outside as well. Before he could draw himself into the courtyard, two bodyguards came out of nowhere and cut off his oath. They pointed at the door behind him and said, “Master Brown, please leave.” Mason clenched his fists. John and Sherry’s figure was nowhere to be seen, they had long departed. He was consumed with darkness and depression, he felt completely powerless in the face of John and knew that there was nothing he could do. He swallowed his contempt, then turned around and left, his head downcast and defeated. … John carried Sherry to his courtyard and into the place where he had previously kept her jailed for a year. Despite being vacant for
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