Sherry curled her lips into a polite and welcoming smile. “I’m looking for you.” Peter instantly got cautious and nervous. “What is the matter?” With her smile widened, Sherry said, “Don’t be nervous. I’m not asking you to commit a crime.” Peter awkwardly chuckled. “Then, what do you want me to do?” “I want to know about Caprice.” “Uh… Ms. Caprice is always with Master Stockton. Why don’t you just ask him yourself?” “You know he and I are having a fallout right now. He might not even want to see me.” Peter pursed his lips. “I believe if you could just beg, or maybe meet him in the middle, he would want to see you.” Beg? Meet him in the middle? She had never begged him, but she had been trying to meet him in the middle for days now. Sherry sighed. “I tried that, but he kicked me out of the car.” Peter was left speechless. What she did was not try to meet John in the middle. While he was at a loss for words, Sherry’s eyes got teary. Sherry took a deep breath and
Peter turned around to a delightful woman with a bright smile, who looked nothing like someone who had cried her lungs out because of her daughter. Confused, he asked, “Why do you want my contact number?” “Nothing. I've just admired you for a long time now.” “Do you think I'll believe that?” “So, yes or no?” Sherry asked. “Can I say no?” Peter asked meekly. Sherry switched her expression and covered her face with her hands again. Peter frowned. With a bitter look, he said, “Fine, fine. I’ll give you my contact number.” …The silver MPV cruised along the road for a while now. The silence was broken by a sudden phone call. The man glanced at the sleeping little girl in his arms. He grabbed his phone using his idle hand and answered the call cautiously, “What is it?” Peter said in a small voice, “Sir, I ran into Ms. Fowler while I was going home.” John’s expression changed. “Sherry?” “Yes, sir.” “What’s the matter?” “She said she wanted to know how Ms. Capri
Later that night, Sherry collapsed on her bed after cleaning up and texted Peter. “Assistant Johnson, are you asleep?” Peter texted her back after a moment. “What’s the matter, Ms. Fowler?” Sherry sent him a smiley face emoji. “Nothing in particular. Do you have time tomorrow?” Peter texted back after a minute. “Why do you ask?” She avoided the question and replied with another question. “Are you going out tomorrow? Or are you going back to the office?” A minute later, Peter’s reply came. “I am going out on a business trip tomorrow.” Sherry’s eyes gleamed. “Where to?” “A site inspection on a project in the suburbs.” As John’s assistant, Peter usually stayed by John’s side. Therefore, if Peter were to go on a business trip, John would probably be with him. If John went, Caprice would be there too. Sherry asked, “The suburbs are huge. Which area are you going to?” … On the other hand, Peter sent a screenshot of every conversation he had with Sherry to John. …
It seemed like the girl had captured his grim expression while instructing Peter how to reply to Sherry. He pinched the girl’s cheek and said, “Sorry. I’ll eat now.” He scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth. The little girl curled her lips into a sweet smile. John held Caprice with one hand while he ate using the other hand. Aunt Wanda and the other two servants cleverly stepped aside and sighed a breath of relief. They had seen John’s terrifying expression as well. John usually looked like a humble gentleman who never showed his temper in public, but when he did, he would be scarier than a demon from hell. Fortunately, Caprice was around to hold him down, or else Aunt Wanda and the servants would be horrified. …The weather forecast was surprisingly accurate about the snow. The next morning, while Sherry was heading toward the suburbs, it started to snow. The land was covered with a layer of white before she knew it. The driver did not drive her to the destina
After having been John’s assistant for so many years, Peter was no idiot. He knew that Sherry wanted his contact to approach Caprice and that she would follow him to the site. Why didn't he tell her about the schedule change? If he did, he might as well have told her that he informed John about her asking for his contact and then teamed up with John to trick her into going to the site on a snowy day. Sherry was furious and annoyed. She stomped on the spot for a while before striding to where she had gotten off earlier. Due to the heavy snow, everything before her was white, and her footsteps were swiftly buried under the snow. The whistling wind almost froze her to death, yet no vehicles appeared in her sight. She was forced to return to the shed by the construction site. The shed had a heater while the two security guards slacked inside. When they saw Sherry at their door again, they stared at her in awe. Sherry pointed at the electric scooters by the shed and asked with
John smiled. “What are you looking at?” “I’m looking at you,” Sherry said while staring at his face with a smile. “I’m looking at your handsome face and gentlemanly demeanor…” “Enough,” John said with a grin. Sherry forced a smile on her face and asked, “Dear Master Stockton, can you be so kind as to invite me into your car so that I can warm myself up?” Sherry furrowed her brows and feigned a pitiful look, attempting to arouse John’s compassion. John smiled brightly. “No.” Sherry’s expression turned cold. Her expression changed faster than a speeding bullet. John chuckled. “You want to get into my car? In your next life.” He wanted to turn around, but Sherry swiftly jumped forward and clung to one of his legs. John’s leg was pinned to the ground by her weight. He looked down at her. She curled her lips. There was barely any sign of life on her pale and freezing face, but her smile was as bright as the sun. “If you don’t let me into your car, I won’t let you in as
Sherry tumbled in the snow. When she finally stopped, she recovered as quickly as possible and looked toward the vehicle. The silver MPV started and drove off from her sight. She choked on grief once more. She was in no condition to chase or back away at the moment. She got teary and after fighting the urge for a few moments, she cried uncontrollably. “That bastard…” She clenched her teeth. She had stuck her face to his shoe and begged him, yet he showed her no mercy at all. Caprice was her own blood, yet he denied her from seeing the girl. She wiped her tears away as she sat up. She pulled her phone out and called the man. If he refused to let her see her daughter, she would continue to ruin his life. Beep… The dial tone sounded. Just when she thought the call would get through and she could scold the bastard with all the vicious words she had prepared in her mind, the call ended. He rejected the call. Sherry choked on her emotions. She paused for a few seconds
She would then text him via social media and continue to curse him. Ding! A message had arrived. He smiled and stroked the girl’s cheek while picking up his phone using his other hand. He received a text from a certain chat window. He tapped on it but noticed it was from Julie. Slightly disheartened, he opened the chat window. “John, it’s New Year's next month. Usually, the extended family will organize gatherings for us to attend, but Mother wants to organize one ourselves this year. She’s planning to do it this weekend. She wants to invite those who are close to us and some of her old friends. She wants to know if you can spare some time to bring Caprice over as well.” He should be free this weekend. John replied, “Sounds like a plan. I’ll bring Caprice.” “John, do you have any ideas on how you want the gathering to be?” “I’ll leave it to you and Mother.” “Very well.” John did not put his phone away after the chat with Julie. He was friends with Sherry on mult
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