Caprice grimaced, then she walked away. Sherry felt as if a weight was dropped on her heart. Why did Caprice not want to talk to her? Did she not believe her? While she was still puzzled over this, Caprice who was already several steps away from her turned around and looked at her bizarrely. "Why aren’t you coming?” Sherry was relieved to hear this. She quickly rose on her feet and followed Caprice, hunched over so nobody would see them. They trailed along the wall and went to a remote corner behind the bar. While this was happening, Julie was somewhere nearby chatting with the attending guests. She spotted a bright glimpse of red from the corner of her eye and turned to get a better look. She noticed the tiny figure of Caprice as well as that of a suspicious woman who was hunched over and following her. The longer she looked at the woman, the more she felt a strange degree of familiarity. … Shortly after that, Sherry found herself hiding behind a bar w
He had planted a tracking device on Caprice. An application on his phone was used to pinpoint the exact location of where she was. The application led him here. What was the little brat doing here in the first place? He wondered as he sped up his pace, his concern for Caprice’s safety was slowly mounting. Immediately after that, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind the bar counter. It sounded like the voice of a woman holding herself back from bursting into tears. “…Caprice, mommy had no choice but to leave you, I promise you I didn’t intentionally abandon you…” He immediately halted. What followed after that was Caprice’s voice. “I understand.” Smooch! Sherry planted yet another kiss on Caprice’s cheek. “My darling, you’re so sweet.” John grimaced. That was when Caprice asked, "Are you going to leave again?” John winced. Sherry answered, "Mommy won't leave you. Even if I’m leaving, I’ll take you with me.” Caprice asked, "What about Daddy
His smile seemed more menacing than usual underneath the shade of the light. Sherry sensed that she was no longer welcome here and excused herself courteously. “Excuse me, I’ll be leaving now.” With that, she walked away. As she passed by John, she could not resist the urge to cast one last look at Caprice. Caprice was staring at her too with tears pooling in her eyes, on the verge of trickling down her cheeks. Sherry felt a wrench in her heart and promised her. “Caprice, mommy will come back for you again." Caprice nodded at her. What followed afterward was a sinister gaze cast at Sherry. She turned to John and saw him staring at her, as hostile as ever. She decided she had nothing else to say and quickly slipped out before it was too late. John scowled. Very well then. She would not even exchange a single sentence with him. She expected to see Caprice again with such an attitude? In her dreams! … The giant ballroom was brightly illuminated
Sherry was utterly perplexed by this. Were her ears playing tricks on her? Was it not Madam Stockton who called her by name just now? Before she could utter a word, Julie stepped forward and said, “Mom, she must’ve snuck in here somehow.” Madam Stockton shouted with an urgency in her voice at the security guards, “Take her to the police station!’ Two security guards immediately approached Sherry. Sherry drew several steps back and looked at both Madam Stockton and Julie, her eyes colored with disbelief. Were they pretending to not know who she was because they were afraid of people discovering her identity as Caprice's mother? The look in her eyes shifted. She suddenly smiled and announced, "Madam Stockton, I didn't sneak in. I’m an honored guest invited here just like everybody else.” Madam Stockton seemed appalled by this and turned to Julie. Julie confronted Sherry with hostility. "I don't know you, I never sent you an invitation." The people surroundin
”Young Master Carl? Which Carl?” “I don’t think I know anyone who goes by that name in Glanchester.” “…” Someone who would receive a direct invitation from the Stocktons and seemed to be so heavily favored by Madam Stockton herself must certainly be an important individual. This immediately spurred another wave of discussion. That was when John stepped through the crowd and declared his presence. Everyone immediately zipped their lips and refrained from further gossiping. Julie and Madam Stockton turned pale as if they had seen a ghost when they saw John appearing. Sherry followed their line of sight and quickly identified John as well. The moment she saw him, a strange smile took shape on her lips. She greeted him with an unnatural amount of warmth as if she had been expecting him for a while. Julie went up to John and explained, "John, it looks like she took the invitation card we sent to Young Master Carl.” John eyed Sherry with glaring indifference. “C
Sherry’s hands hung by her side, unmoving. She kept silent while pursing her lips.Not long after, Julie smiled and said, “What’s wrong? Is it inconvenient to call your friend?”The crowd suddenly burst into ridicule. “Heh... She must be full of nonsense. She doesn’t even know any friends of Young Master Sager's."“Yes, there’s no need to ask. She must have stolen the invitation.”“She even dared to steal the invitation that Madam Stockton gave to Young Master Sager. She has a lot of guts.”Sherry clenched her fists and looked toward John.They were almost two meters apart. John’s posture was lazy as he stood there, looking at her. The emotions in his eyes were deep. She could not understand them.Sherry pursed her lips and said to him seriously, “I really borrowed this invitation. I didn’t steal it.”John curled his lips, but his smile did not reach his eyes. “Then, do as Julie said and prove that you borrowed the invitation.”Sherry’s throat choked. “I’m not lying to you!”
A strong sourness rushed into her eyes, and tears almost instantly flowed out.Seeing that she was about to be carried out of the banquet hall, Sherry opened her mouth. She wanted to scold him. She wanted to shout that she had given birth to Caprice. She wanted to let all the guests inside know that John, Madam Stockton, and Julie knew her.However, something seemed to be stuck in her throat, making her unable to say a word.Madam Stockton and Julie pretended not to know her because they disdained her and did not want other people to know that she was Caprice’s mother.What about him? Did he also disdain her and not want others to know?In that case, he should have just let her go. Why did he ask her so much nonsense and even send her to the police station?Was it because he not only disdained her but hated her so much that he wanted her to go to jail?Sherry could not help but think of that time when she had fainted in the snow. When she returned to the hotel, he told her, “I f
The two security guards held Sherry down by her shoulders. She arched her back miserably and looked at the ground.She did not even need to look up to guess what expressions Jake, Janine, Matthew, and the others were wearing at the moment.Her face was cold and pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She pursed her lips tightly and did not make a sound.The silence lasted for only a moment before Jake said to Madam Stockton and Julie, “Madam Stockton and Ms. Weiss, my niece grew up in the countryside and wasn’t educated well. She grew up before being taken back to the Fowler family. She’s stubborn and disobedient, and she doesn’t go home, so her parents simply can’t control her. We didn’t know that she would steal an invitation to sneak in here tonight. We’re really sorry about this.”His attitude was respectful, and his tone was flattering.Madam Stockton’s expression also eased up a bit.Julie looked at her face and said, “Mr. Williams, we gave Ms. Fowler a chance, but she
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