"Probably not. Look after the kids and make sure they sleep early. You should sleep early as well.” Odell pulled a face and stayed silent. Sylvia bent over and planted a kiss on his lips, then she asked, “Did you hear me?” He smiled softly. “I got it. Don't worry." She then exchanged a few words with the children before heading out. She had only just left the house when Odell turned to the children and commanded sternly, "Go back to your room." Isabel pouted and complained, "It's only eight o'clock!” It was nowhere near bedtime yet. Odell approached her and effortlessly picked her up in one hand, then he carried Flint, who was rolling around on the floor. At last, he turned to Liam and asked in an authoritative voice, "Liam?" Liam closed the book he was reading. “Yeah.” With that, all three children were escorted into their room. After shutting the door, he instructed Aunt Tonya, "Aunt Tonya, I have something I need to deal with, so I’ll leave the child
Sherry carefully balanced Caprice in one arm and dug her phone out with her free hand. It was a message from Sylvia that read: “Sherry, Grandma is missing and nobody knows where she is. I don’t think I’ll be able to pick you up tomorrow morning. Could you go back with Aunt Wanda and Ben? Call me if you have anything.” Sherry frowned upon reading this and sent a reply: “Hey Syl, don't worry about me. Grandma is more important. I’ll take care of myself.” There was no reply from Sylvia after that. She must be wholly occupied with trying to find Madam Carter. Sherry set her phone aside with a worried look on her face. Madam Carter was in her twilight years and on top of her frail legs, she was also suffering from dementia. She prayed that nothing bad would befall upon the old lady. She sat on the bed and looked at the night sky outside. She could not fall asleep. Caprice would wake up every two or three hours and ask to be fed so Sherry barely got any rest all night. S
"Thank you." John stepped toward the elevator after briskly thanking the receptionist. Peter and a crew of bodyguards immediately followed after him. The elevator door opened and John went inside. It took him to the sixth floor. Meanwhile, inside a medical ward located on the second floor of the building where Sherry was having her postpartum checkup. The doctors had just finished up and she was preparing to leave when a young nurse ran into the ward. She was here to gossip. “I heard them mentioning that there was this man that looked like a supermodel who had just come here. He had a whole group of men with him and mentioned something about coming here to pick up his wife who had a bit of a fallout with him. He’s super handsome and charismatic. They said that he threw a ten million dollar check on the receptionist's table!’ “Oh my god, you’re kidding!” "..." A group of young nurses flocked together to gossip about the mysterious man. Even the medical staff a
John approached Aunt Wanda and stopped right in front of her. He looked at the baby that was sleeping soundly in her arms, and a soft look surfaced in his eyes. He turned to Aunt Wanda and smiled politely. “I suppose you’re Wanda?” Aunt Wanda was startled by this. "How did you know?" "I'm John, the father of this child." Aunt Wanda was flabbergasted by this revelation. She turned to Ben as if to seek confirmation. Ben nodded at her from a distance as he could not get close to her. Aunt Wanda frowned. "You… What are you doing here? This child belongs to Miss Sherry. She gave birth to her and you don’t have any right to take her away.” John chuckled mockingly. “As if she’d ever exist if not for me.” Aunt Wanda grimaced and continued clutching onto the baby tightly. John motioned. "Aunt Wanda, please hand her over.” Aunt Wanda refused to budge. Several bodyguards began to approach her. Aunt Wanda was shivering with fright by this point as she shouted
John frowned upon hearing this and quickly commanded, “Dispatch more men, seal every single exit in the building, and search every room until you find her.” The woman must have gone into hiding after she found out that he was here. However, he had their daughter, and he knew that she would not abandon her daughter and run off on her own. Two hours passed. Peter and his men had searched through every nook and cranny of the confinement center. The only thing they had not done by this point was to dig through the very foundations of the building. Still, there were no signs of their target. Peter returned and carefully whispered in John’s ears, “Sir, we searched every corner of the place but we couldn't find Miss Sherry anywhere, also…” John coddled his daughter in his arms with a flash of ice inside his eyes. “What is it?” Peter gulped and informed, “We noticed that the emergency exit at the back of the confinement center was left open even though it should be closed
She was not going back to that life where the only reason for her existence was to become a tool for John to vent his emotions! She no longer wanted to have anything to do with this man! She clenched her hands tightly and dug her nails into her flesh. After a while, she took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. She readied herself and made a run for it. She was still wearing the gown provided by the confinement center. The moment she bolted out from behind the pillar, she heard someone crying out from inside the confinement center in a voice colored with shock, "That looks like Miss Sherry!” Everyone turned to look. John immediately shoved Caprice who was still crying into the arms of Aunt Wanda. Then, he threw the glass door open and chased after Sherry. His figure zoomed in the direction Sherry ran toward like a flash of lightning. He was rapidly shortening the distance between the two of them. He was only several meters away from catching up to her. It
Sylvia stepped in front of Odell and greeted the young lady with a polite smile, “Hi there, is your name Shermaine Cole by any chance?” Shermaine eyed the two visitors with a curious and intimidating look. She was a very reserved person and was not used to meeting strangers. The fact that Odell looked like a supermodel seen on television made her more flustered than usual. Her cheeks glowed red as she turned to Sylvia. "Yeah, are you here for the old lady?” "Yes, this is her grandson and I’m her granddaughter-in-law." “She just woke up, come on in.” Shermaine opened the door and welcomed them inside. She led Sylvia and Odell into a cozy bedroom. The silver-haired old lady was sitting on the edge of the bed with a dazed look on her face. Sylvia was relieved to see her. She was just about to step forward when Madam Carter suddenly tugged at Shermaine and asked, “Syl, what time is it? Is Odell coming back?" Sylvia froze. Odell was similarly taken aback by this.
After a brief silence, Odell asked, “Is the money too little for you?” Shermaine hastily explained, "No, I’ve never seen this much money in my entire life! It’s just that I simply don’t need the money.” Odell frowned. Cliff was still hovering the check over her eyes. Shermaine sighed and said, "If you want to show appreciation, why don't you set me up with a job? I… I'm not satisfied with my current job, but I don’t have the connections to find a better job.” Cliff turned to Odell. “Master Carter?” “Make the proper arrangements," Odell ordered and left without another word. Cliff smiled and turned to Shermaine. “You’re an artist, aren’t you? The madam is part of the Westchester Art Academy and is a renowned painter. She has plenty of connections and I’m sure she can find a suitable position for you." Shermaine smiled. “Drawing is just a passion for me. My profession is in administration. I…I’d like to find a new administrative position with growth potential. I w
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