As soon as John had laid out those options, Officer Emmanuel and several police officers entered. They regarded Shannon with a degree of hostility. The officer in front had a pair of handcuffs at the ready. It appeared that they had proof of the crimes she had committed. Shannon was paralyzed with fear. She immediately threw herself around John's leg and shrieked, "No... No, John, I don't want to go, I don’t want to leave you!" John frowned, his expression was filled with irritation. He was running out of patience. Nobody had ever seen him in such a state. Even Madam Stockton, Queenie, and Julie who had just entered were seized with fear upon noticing the terrifying expression John wielded. Shannon felt fear run through her veins like an electric shock. She let go of John and stumbled backward. John shot a look at Officer Emmanuel and the other policemen. Officer Emmanuel promptly ordered his officers, “Handcuff her.” The officers immediately stepped towar
It went without saying that Madam Stockton was aware of who John was referring to. She considered briefly and quickly informed Marlow, “Get a few men and have them follow him!" Marlow hurriedly made the arrangements. Queenie suddenly suggested, "Mom, I want to go see him too.” Madam Stockton glared at her abruptly. “Hold it right there!” Queenie expressed her sorrows, “No! I refuse to believe that Sherry is dead. She was right here with me! I’ll just take a look at things and be right back.” “It’s pretty much concluded that she had fallen off the cliff from the woods. With how high the cliff is and the river underneath it, there’s not a chance that she’d still be alive even if she had nine lives!” Queenie grimaced and cried, “I still need to see it for myself!’ “I forbid you to go!" Madam Stockton called to Julie immediately, “Julie, I want you to keep an eye on her. Get several guards to watch over her as well!” Since she could not stop John from doing as he
Westchester. Inside a particular private hospital in a very secluded area. The door to the operational ward was flung open, and a host of doctors and nurses marched into the room. Sylvia, who had been sitting next to the hospital bed and guarding Sherry, immediately rose from her seat to make way for the doctors. Sherry, who had been lying on the bed for a long time, weakly sat up and put her hand out for the doctors. The doctors swiftly and efficiently put on new bandages on her, injected her with a fresh dosage of medicine, and swapped her IV bag before leaving. The ward was quiet again. Sherry leaned back against the head of the bed and gasped for breath. Every cell in her body was pulsing from the pain. Sylvia looked at her affectionately and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor again?" Sherry smiled weakly. “It’s fine. I’m Sherry Fowler. Something minor like this is nothing compared to everything else I have been thro
She lay on the branch for a while and figured she would try to get help come daytime. To her surprise, after they had left, she heard yet another round of rustling footsteps. She heard someone approaching the edge of the cliff, quickly followed by someone shining a torchlight over the edge of the cliff, directly casting its blinding lights on her. She was blinded by the light. She thought they had come to finish her off. She was instantly seized by a wave of fear and completely paralyzed. A voice told her to throw herself into the raging currents below. The men holding the torchlight suddenly cried out. “Over here, Miss Sherry is over here!” "Get a rope! We’ve got to help her!” "..." Sherry looked up at them and asked, "Who are you people?” They answered, "We work for Master Carter.” Upon being rescued, Sherry understood that it was Odell who had dispatched them to come to her rescue. Odell and Sylvia caught wind about the Stockton family throwing a par
Sherry had a nightmare. She dreamed that she was being chased by someone. Then she fell off the cliff and dangled over a thick branch. Then, it was John who came to her rescue. Not Sylvia, not Odell. He was wearing all white and his gold-framed glasses shone underneath the moonlight. He leaned over the edge of the cliff and smiled cunningly at her. “Sherry, you’ve got two options. Either I pull you up and you come with me, or you can plunge to your death.” Underneath the thick shroud of darkness, his terrible glower seemed to shine like that of the devil’s. His smile was crooked and sinister. She was filled with fear and hatred for the man. She had a feeling that he would torture her to death if she fell into his clutches again. She looked at the river underneath and threw herself off the branch. A rush of fear met her at the same ferocity as the raging currents underneath. Then, she shot up from her bed with a loud cry. Sylvia, who was sleeping on the reclining
Sherry leaned against the headboard and played some games on the phone to kill time. After roughly twenty minutes, she heard footsteps clacking down the corridor. Shortly after that, Isabel appeared in a red sweater, lugging a suitcase behind her as she paddled into the room. She greeted Sherry with bright enthusiasm, “Aunt Sherry, here I am!” Sherry was very surprised to see her. She never expected Sylvia to send her darling daughter to keep her company. After Isabel entered, she threw open her suitcase and revealed its contents. There was not a single piece of clothing or any kind of travel essentials. Instead, it was filled to the brim with all sorts of snacks as well as a tablet which she planned to watch shows with. The mischievous girl took the tablet and grabbed another handful of snacks before plopping herself on the bed and crawling next to Sherry. Sherry was struck speechless. Isabel was not done yet. She carried a small tray on the bed where she la
John maintained a pleasant smile. “I came to pay you and Master Carter a visit. I figured I’ll pick up Sherry as well since I’m already here.” Sylvia frowned and expressed with a voice filled with confusion, “Pick up Sherry? Haven’t you kept her locked up in your house this entire time?” John feigned surprise. “She escaped last night, haven’t you heard?” Sylvia hissed sharply. “You took away her phone. How am I supposed to know?!” John smiled. “How could you know that I took away her phone if you haven’t met her at all?” Sylvia did a double take then explained, “I talk to her now and then but recently it’s nothing but radio silence so I figured that it must be you who took her phone away. How is she supposed to escape on her own?!” “That’s right, I took her phone away. Still, she managed to sneak away during a dinner party hosted at my house without me noticing until after the fact,” John stated with a skeptical look at Sherry. Sylvia promptly asked, “Where did she
Odell came out with Flint and Liam, and he saw Sylvia looking at him helplessly. He stroked her head and then said to Sebastian, “Sebastian, go check on him.” Sebastian nodded and went over to John. A few moments later, Sebastian said, “Master John doesn’t seem to be in good shape. He’s already unconscious.” “Bring him inside. And call Dr. Lambert to check on him.” “Yes, sir.” Odell then held Sylvia’s hand and returned to the living room. John was brought inside and placed on the bed by the living room. Dr. Lambert arrived after a while and did a quick check on John. “His body is weak, probably due to lack of rest, and he has been skipping meals. He’ll get better. Just let him rest and give him something to eat.” Odell nodded and saw Dr. Lambert off. Sylvia frowned as she stared at the unconscious John with his pallor. “Has he not been eating after what happened to Sherry?” “Maybe,” Odell said. “Then, what should we do? Are we going to let him stay?” Sylvia turned
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