Sherry leaned back on the seat and stared at the sea view outside the window. She just had a nightmare of John surrounding her in an alleyway with a bunch of thugs, and they tried to bring her back to Glenchester for imprisonment. It was short, but it haunted her for quite a while. Her brows unconsciously furrowed. “Sis, what’s with that look on your face?” Carl’s voice entered her ears. Sherry turned around and saw his face. The man had unknowingly gotten closer to her, and his face was less than one millimeter away from hers. He extended his neck to approach her, startling her. Sherry sighed exasperatedly. Carl moved back but remained seated beside her. He stared at her for a while and asked with a smile, “Are you afraid that my grandmother will give you a hard time later?” Sherry was taken aback but did not answer his question. She had forgotten about Madam Sager’s eightieth birthday dinner after waking up from the nightmare. Madam Sager was a difficult person to p
Sherry smiled at her. “I should really be here to attend Madam Sager’s birthday. Don’t worry, I’m fine now.” Lisa did not request her attendance, but she had received the invitation to the event from the Sagers’ butler. Since she was an important employee of the Sagers’ company and even headed a few of the departments, even if she was not Carl’s fake fiance, it would be inappropriate for her to miss it. Lisa pursed her lips. She looked at Carl and grumbled, “Why didn’t you stop her? Don’t you know that your grandmother and your aunts are vicious?” Carl awkwardly scratched his nose. “I know, but I’m here. They won’t do anything to Sis either.” Lisa glared at him one more time. “You go greet your aunts and grandmother. Sherry is staying here with me.” Carl was left speechless. “Mom, come on. It’s inappropriate.” Sherry wanted to echo, but Lisa held her hand tightly. Lisa stared at her son. “It’s appropriate if I say so. Go over there right now!” Carl helplessly pursed his
Judging from Carl’s frivolous look, he had probably cracked the whip in front of them. Sherry and Lisa went up to them. Other than Madam Sager’s obvious frosty expression, the others welcomed them with a fake smile. Sherry responded with a professional smile and revealed the present she prepared for Madam Sager. “Madam Sager, this is my present to you. Happy birthday and may you be healthy and happy.” Madam Sager kept her frosty look. She looked away instantly as if looking Sherry in the eye would contaminate her eyes. She did not respond or talk to Sherry, which made things awkward. Both Anne and Ron, plus others who looked down on Sherry, gloated at her. Sherry frowned. She was upset by the old lady’s reaction, but she could not afford to offend her. All she could do was endure the cold shoulder. “Grandma, are you getting so old that you can’t hear properly?” Carl said all of a sudden. He then retracted his leg from the table and stood up from the couch. However, he m
Sherry nodded. "Don't worry. It doesn’t matter whether I get married now or later on, but one thing I can say for sure is that I’m not going to be coming back here,” Carl suddenly added. Sherry shot a look at him. Carl smiled charmingly at her and seemed to be waiting for her to say something. Sherry was made slightly uncomfortable by the way he was looking at her and quipped, ”It doesn't matter to me whether you come back or not, so why are you telling me this anyway?” Besides, he was able to easily intimidate Madam Sager and the others with just a little bit of posturing, thus there was nothing she needed to worry about. Carl's eyes darkened ever so slightly, but he quickly collected himself and smiled nonchalantly again. “I just wanted to tell you that, no reason.” As he said this, he gently grazed Sherry's cheeks with the tips of his finger. Sherry was upset by this. "Carl, what’s your problem?” Carl cocked an eyebrow and provoked her haughtily, “What, are
Ada approached the sink as well and asked snappily, “Miss Sherry, I believe this isn’t the first time we met. Have your parents never taught you that you should greet someone you know?” Sherry began to wash her hands while responding disinterestedly, “It doesn’t seem like you greeted me either. Have your parents neglected to teach you that as well?” Ada stuttered and had no response to this. Her face grew red. Sherry was in no mood to continue squabbling with her. She had finished washing her hands and was wringing her hands to dry them. The sleeves on her left arm parted slightly and revealed a large scar left behind from the previous accident, which was imprinted on her arm. She immediately took notice of this and pulled back her sleeves as subtly as she could, then she turned and walked out of the bathroom. She marched out in a haste and did not notice the look in Ada’s eyes. Carl was still waiting for her outside, and after she emerged, they went back into the banque
An awkward silence engulfed the table. Ron and Anne seemed to have become highly uncomfortable with what had been said, and the others did not seem much better either; take Madam Sager, for example. She frowned so hard that her wrinkles surfaced on her face like crumpled paper. She scoffed sharply, pushed the tableware aside, and declared rather stoutly, “I’m full.” Anne quickly went up to her. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” That was when Ada suddenly approached with a glass of wine of her own. She raised the glass in Madam Sager’s direction and exclaimed brightly with a delightful smile, "Grandma, let me toast to you as well. I wish you great joy, and may all of your heart’s desires be fulfilled. Live a long and healthy life!” She brushed past Sherry as she gave the toast, and the glass suddenly tipped over in her hands and spilled its entire contents on Sherry’s left arm. The sleeves of Sherry’s shirt were drenched in an instant. The fabric clung to her skin and
Lisa chuckled. “You'd better check if mom is still in the mood for a toast.” Anne turned pale. “Don’t you think it’s very disrespectful of them to leave without even bidding farewell to Mom?” Ron remarked grumpily. Lisa answered with a feigned smile, “Why don’t you ask your darling niece if she spilled the wine on Sherry on purpose? Do you think we’d be in this situation if she hadn’t done that?” Ron stammered for a proper response, “Ada… Ada didn't do it on purpose." “I am sure she did it on purpose." Lisa hissed sharply, “I’m not an idiot.” Ron gulped. Lisa was not interested in squabbling with them any longer. She shot up from her seat and turned to Madam Sager, "Mom, I’ll be leaving. I have some business to deal with.” Madam Sager ignored her. Lisa had been used to her ambivalence and paid no mind to it. She turned and strutted off without hesitation. … After leaving the banquet hall, Carl produced a handkerchief from his pocket and tried to help Sh
Carl noticed Sherry acting strangely and asked, “Sherry, what are you looking at?” Sherry took a deep breath and brushed it off, “Nothing.” She must have been mistaken. That man was miles away in Glanchester. There was no way he would show up here. … Meanwhile, a car that was coming from the opposite lane that had just whizzed past Carl’s car, the windows were rolling up and swiftly shut with a steady thud. A man sat in the back seat and stared at the rearview mirror. It was John. Inside the mirror, he could spot Carl’s car driving away. With every passing second, the car grew smaller until it turned into a blip in the mirror before vanishing. Nobody spoke inside the car. The driver and Jason sat in the front row. Caprice was sleeping on his lap. He continued staring intensely into the rearview mirror with an intense look, refusing to avert his gaze from it. At one point, Jason asked cautiously, “Sir, should we chase after them?” "No need. Take us
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