A soft sigh later, he got up, tidied his collar, and walked out. When he came out of the room, he saw Shermaine. She was waiting outside with the stack of documents, and when she saw him, she smiled. “Sir, here are the documents you requested. The dinner we've pre-ordered is ready downstairs. Are you having it here, or on the way back?” Her smile rivaled that of a sunflower and even resembled Sylvia’s. He unconsciously spared her an extra glance. “I’ll have it on the way back.” He headed out after that. Shermaine swiftly followed him with the stack of documents, and her eyes glittered for a moment. …A few days went by in the blink of an eye. It was a Friday, which should be the day of Odell’s return. After the class at the academy in the morning, Sylvia pulled out her phone but hesitated whether to call him or not. The last time they talked was the video call with the kids, and there had been zero communication between them since then. He was so busy back then that
Sylvia’s patience wore thin. She wanted nothing but a peek, even if it was just through a wall or a door. Besides, whenever he had a meeting in the past, even if he was scolding a subordinate, she had walked in before and had never disturbed him once. She was not an idiot and knew he was busy. Why would she go in and disturb him on purpose? Sylvia ignored Shermaine and strode forward. “Mrs. Carter, you really mustn't go in!” Shermaine rushed forward and stood right in front of Sylvia. Sylvia frowned. She tried to maintain her last bit of civility and said, “Move.” Shermaine was put in a difficult situation. “You really mustn't go in. Master Carter really does not like it when his meetings are interrupted.” Sylvia said coldly, “I’ve been with him so many years. Do you think you understand him more than me?” Shermaine was stunned. Sylvia refused to argue with the girl anymore. She walked around her and wanted to push on the door. Shermaine persistently stepped up again,
After coming out of the building, Sylvia got a ride home. On the way back, her phone suddenly rang. It was Odell. She hesitated for several seconds before picking it up. The man’s voice on the other end sounded a little heavy. “Where are you?” “I’m on the way back. What’s wrong?” “Why didn’t you wait for me?” His gruff voice was a sign that he was unhappy. Sylvia was annoyed by his tone too. “Why should I wait for you? You’re busy, aren’t you?” When Shermaine had knocked the door open, the man had obviously been unhappy, so why would she choose to be stupid enough to stay back? Hearing her tone, Odell assumed that she was mad because he did not talk to her earlier. He frowned and explained in a small voice, “I was really busy. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Sylvia’s brows eased, but the irritation in her chest remained. “I said you were busy. I didn’t say you ignored me.” Her tone remained unhappy. Odell stroked his forehead. “I might not be coming home tonight. Don’
The moment Flint heard they were going somewhere with food and where he could play, he threw his hands in the air and exclaimed, "Okay!" ... After lunch, Sylvia took a short nap with Flint before taking him to the small playground outside where they spent the noon. Around the time when Isabel and Liam would be finished with school for the day, she took Flint to get his siblings. After that, the family went to the food court nearby. Both Isabel and Flint were little gluttons. Although Liam was not exactly fond of snacks, he was not one to pass up the chance to give them a taste. They walked around eating until it was close to midnight before Sylvia finally brought them back home. The madam was already resting by now. Aunt Tonya and Sebastian were chatting in the yard. They both looked rather tired and were forcing themselves to stay up to wait for Sylvia and the children. Sylvia told them to get some rest before taking the kids upstairs herself. Liam and
Sylvia went home and spent the better half of the afternoon with Flint. As evening approached and it was nearing the time for her to go to the party, she took her phone and sent a message to Odell, “Are you coming home tonight?” She figured that he was busy since there was no reply even after some time. She put down her phone and went to get changed. She chose a light purple dress that she deemed was perfect for the party because it was elegant while also not too flashy. It was a beautiful off-shoulder dress that ran down to her ankles. Its design was simple and yet elegant. After she put on a light coat of makeup, she grabbed a leather bag and went outside. She went to get her phone which she had set on the table just now. She figured that Odell should have replied to her message by now since it had been some time since she sent the message. She picked up her phone only to see that she had only received messages from Christopher and some other people. There
She did not reply to Odell and threw the phone back into her bag. Shortly after that, she arrived at the academy. Christopher and some of the other lecturers joining them were already waiting for her. After everyone exchanged short greetings, they carpooled to the Westchester Hotel where the event would take place. The event was conducted inside the grand ballroom on the ground floor of the hotel. It was a gigantic ballroom. By the time Sylvia got there with Christopher, a lot of people had already arrived. The demographic of the attendees was rather diverse. There were as many young people as there were older members, and everyone was very polite. Christopher was rather well-known in the art and education circle in Westchester as well. As soon as he stepped into the ballroom, many people came up to him with a smile and greeted him, “President Dendro, you brought Ms. Sunflower with you as well?” “Wow! We’re all dying to meet her.” "..." Everyone turned
A never-ending stream of people came up to greet Odell. As soon as one group left, another would come to take their place. It took some time before Odell was finally done exchanging pleasantries with them and had time for himself. He sat down on a couch and picked up a glass of wine to cool himself down. After that, he took a phone out of his pocket. It had been over an hour since he sent the last two messages to Sylvia and there was still no response from her. He was not sure if she simply had not read them yet or if she did not want to reply to his messages. An irritated look flashed across his face. He tapped rapidly against the display and compiled yet another message, “What are you doing?” Meanwhile, inside a separate ballroom on the other side of the hotel. Sylvia was surrounded by a flock of teachers, all of whom were eager to hear about her insights on her paintings. They were currently discussing several particular pieces of art. The atmosphere was l
Cliff quickly made his way to where the scream was heard. Many people were sprinting in the same direction as well. Seeing that there was still no new notification on his phone, Odell grumpily stuffed the phone in his pocket and briskly walked toward the commotion as well. The people crowded by the corridor wisely made way for him when they saw him approaching. When he strode into the corridor, he saw Cliff grabbing a plump young man whose skin was grimy and pale. Shermaine was hiding behind Cliff. Her hair was ruffled and she was on the verge of tears. She seemed traumatized by something that had happened. Upon seeing him, she cried out, “Master Carter!” She quickly bolted to Odell and ducked behind him as if seeking cover from something threatening. Odell looked at Cliff and the man he had apprehended. He asked sharply, "What's going on?" Cliff informed, "I saw him forcefully pulling Shermaine when I came out. It seems like he’s trying to do something vile to
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