An hour of squatting later, she spotted the silver MPV coming out. Her gaze shifted. She bolted up and wanted to run over to the man, but due to an hour of squatting, her legs were numb. Her sudden rise caused her to lose her balance, and when coupled with the numbed legs, she fell down. The silver MPV drove off like the wind in front of her eyes. Sherry was left speechless. She simply lay on the ground without the slightest intention to get up. Inside the silver MPV, the driver and Peter dared not even breathe loudly as things got tense. Caprice was in her father’s arms while wearing a beautiful red dress. She curled her arms around her father’s neck and looked out of the rear window. It was dark outside. She could barely spot a thing. She then looked at her father and said meekly, “Daddy, I thought I saw someone fall down.” John smiled and answered softly, “You must have seen it wrongly. There’s no one there.” Caprice frowned. “I did, I did.” She might not have gott
Peter muttered dully, “…Alright.” He got out of the car. Caprice tried to turn around for a quick look, but John immediately palmed the back of her head and prevented her from doing so. Meanwhile, his eyes were intently fixed on what lay in front of the car. As soon as Peter got out of the car, Sherry stared pointedly in his direction. Peter smiled politely at her, then he walked past her, and went straight for the guard booth nearby. Sherry observed his actions with a puzzled look on her face. Shortly after, he showed up again, this time with two security guards marching alongside. The two security guards looked at her with stark hostility. Oh no! Sherry thought. Before they could get their hands on her, she quickly shuffled to the side and charged directly at Peter and apprehended him, holding him by his wrist. As if placed under a spell, Peter found himself held in place and unable to move. Both of the guards were dumbstruck by this sudden aggress
John sniggered at Sherry’s anticipation. "I lied, she’s not in the car." Sherry was furious. “You prick!” An idea suddenly came to her as she smirked confidently and said, “You better take me to her right now, or else you’re going to be stuck with me here all night. Don't even think about going anywhere else!” She clasped her arms tighter around John’s after saying this. Her cheeks were rather pale due to the cold as she leaned in closer into John’s arm. She wore a defiant and adamant look. John appeared to have given in slightly. He turned in the direction of the car and ordered, “Open the rear window.” The driver obliged and immediately lowered the rear window. Sherry was confused by this, what was he planning? "Mommy!" Suddenly, she heard a sweet and tender voice coming from within the car. Her eyes immediately grew wide, and she turned to the car expectantly. Just as she thought, it was Caprice! She stuck her head out of the window and revealed hers
He had Caprice sleep over at her place very recently. What had changed since? John smiled. “No, you haven’t crossed me recently.” This only made Sherry more upset. "Then why don't you let me see Caprice?” She suddenly felt a sharp tingle in her nose and an urge to cry seized her out of nowhere, and she wanted to attribute it to the freezing air. She glared at John vehemently as if looks could kill. The look in John’s eyes gradually softened, and he released Sherry. Sherry was not expecting this and nearly lost her balance. After several drunken steps, she regained her footing. She stepped away from John and cast an apprehensive look at him. John tucked his hands in his coat pockets, stood tall and straight, not one to bow in front of anyone. He resembled an English gentleman in his getup. He regarded Sherry with a distant look. “No specific reason, I just decided that I won’t let you see her again.” Sherry protested. "I'm her mother, why can’t I see her
Sherry frowned at this remark. Caprice was her treasure. There was not a day in these past two years where she had not thought about her. She would give away everything just to be with her daughter. How was it fair to question her dedication toward her daring daughter? She knew that he would never believe her so there was no point in voicing these thoughts. She swallowed her spite and asked in a serious voice, “Is getting a marriage certificate the only way? Are there no other options?” John looked at her coldly and announced, "No." Sherry peered into his eyes. "Marriage isn’t a trivial matter. Don’t you want to discuss it with your mother and other members of your family, and see if they have any thoughts on the matter?” He answered swiftly as if he had a reply ready all along, “It’s just a legal formality, we’re doing this for Caprice. There will not be a wedding nor a need to ask for their blessing.” Sherry felt a throb in her heart. His intention to get e
Sherry did a double take. The staff congratulated the newlyweds warmly, “Master Stockton, Mrs. Stockton, I wish the both of you a happy marriage.” John answered politely, "Thank you." Then he turned to Sherry. Sherry was still staring at the marriage certificate with a dumbfounded look in her eyes. He put his hand out and gently tapped her head. Sherry came back to her senses and turned to look at him. She met the sinister gaze in his eyes. Yet, he made sure to keep his usual charming smile. He looked like the happiest man on earth, nobody would ever know the sheer amount of hatred this man had harbored inside him. Sherry frowned and felt an inexplicable uneasiness welling up in her heart. John spoke to her, "What are you daydreaming about? Are you not going to leave?” With that, he took his marriage certificate and walked out. His usual hostile demeanor had returned. Sherry heaved a sigh of relief and brushed off the heavy feeling in her chest. She
John swiped a look at her. “What, are you going to keep staying here forever?” Sherry was bewildered. What was the meaning of this? Was he suggesting that she pack up and move to his place? However… Their marriage was only a formality done for Caprice’s sake. Was there ever a need for them to live together? John noted her reluctance and stated dispassionately, “Sherry, if you want to see Caprice every day from here on, you better pack up and come down here in ten minutes.” Sherry was still reeling back from the shock. Upon noticing how she was frozen stiff, Caprice, who was in the arms of John, suddenly urged her on, "Mommy, go and pack up. We’ll wait for you here, then we can go home together." Her cheeks were radiantly red, an expectant and excited look loomed in her eyes. How could Sherry ever refuse her? She got out of the car at last and walked into the hotel. After reaching her room in the hotel, she proceeded to stuff all her belongings into suitcase
Sherry frowned instinctively. This was the same courtyard complex where she had to spend a year as a prisoner and hostage. Why were they stopping here? The bodyguard stepped out of the car and opened the door on John’s side. John peered at Sherry before getting out of the car. Sherry was just about to get out of the car with Caprice still sleeping soundly in her arms when she heard approaching footsteps. From inside the car, she quickly identified Madam Stockton and Julie. Madam Stockton was wearing a cashmere shawl, dressed as extravagant as ever. Julie had changed a little from how Sherry remembered her. She wore a light pink long coat and rested her hair over her shoulders. On the whole, she seemed more fashionable and younger compared to her previous style. Madam Stockton walked up to John and asked, "John, where's Caprice?” John answered with a frown. Madam Stockton did not wait for an answer and leaned inside the car to find Caprice. She immed
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