Soon, Odell heard Isabel’s adorable voice welcoming her mother came from inside the living room. He tightened his lips and glanced at the bodyguard at the gate. The bodyguard explained, “Master, she was too fast just now. I didn’t even realize.” He also did not expect Sylvia to break free from Odell’s grip and charge inside like a chariot. Odell had one last glare at him before he strode into the living room. Inside the living room, Isabel and Liam clung to Sylvia tightly and were munching on the snacks she brought. Even Madam Carter also enjoyed the pastries that Sylvia had prepared. When Odell came in, the living room turned quiet. Isabel and Liam cautiously looked at him. Madam Carter said, “Odell, I told Sylvia to come earlier.” In other words, if he was unhappy with the decision, he could take it up to her instead of holding Sylvia responsible. Odell glanced at Sylvia before he sat down on the couch and started reading. Madam Carter sighed a breath of relief. I
“I’m reading.” A quick thought later, Odell continued with a question, “Have you eaten?” Sylvia said in a small voice, “Not yet.” “It’s already late. Why haven’t you eaten anything yet?” Tara was waiting for this. She protruded her lips and said, “I’m feeling unwell. I don’t have any appetite.” Odell’s voice grew heavy as he said, “I’ve already warned Sylvia to not pick on your again. Hurry and get something to eat. Don’t worry about it anymore.” Tara frowned. Just a warning? She eased her furrowed brows and said with a disheartened tone, “Okay, Odell. But I think Sylvia really hates me. She’s a famous artist now. Even the president of the Art Association tries to flatter her. I’m afraid that she might resort to some shady schemes secretly.” “She wouldn’t.” “But…” Odell stopped her. “If she picks on you again, I’ll make Sunflower Bloom disappear from the art world, forever.” Tara’s eyes shone. He still cared about her the most. However, her thoughts and her words
At Carter Tower, Odell was working in his office when the phone on the desk rang. He put the document down and answered it after a glance at the screen. “Grandmother, what’s the matter?” Madam Carter told him about Isabel’s movie shoot that would start tomorrow. She also said, “Isabel has always wanted to shoot a movie, and she really loves to act. Why don’t you let her go have a try? Syl will be with her all the time to take care of her.” Odell reacted rather coldly. A moment of silence later, he said, “I understand.” Madam Carter hung up the phone with a smile. Odell’s face remained frosty. ‘The woman doesn’t even want to talk to me and went straight to Grandmother instead? Does she think I won’t agree?’ He just did not want his children’s lives to be overly enlarged under the public’s eye, but he did not want to kill his children’s interest just because of his disinterest. As he mulled over it, his finger slid across his screen and dialed Sylvia’s number. Sylvia
As long as Sylvia could accompany Isabel to her shoot, she would be willing to tolerate any offense from Odell. She returned to the car with Tom’s help. Sylvia had already sorted out the information on the production crew before printing it out. As soon as she settled into the car, she took out her phone to send the file to Odell. In the message, she typed, “Here’s all the information on the production crew, do take a look when you can.” Odell replied, “Sure.” Sylvia tsked at Odell’s profile picture before keeping her phone away. … Night soon fell. At the Carters’ residence, Sylvia had already coaxed Liam and Isabel to sleep, but Odell still had not replied to her message. She thought that he had probably seen her message, and his lack of a reply meant that she was allowed to bring Isabel to the shoot. Sylvia gently kissed her children on the cheeks before she left for home to pack. The filming location was in the suburbs to the north of Westchester City. It was a
The director of “Flowers Blossom” was a middle-aged woman referred to as Director Capshaw. She had a stern countenance, but as soon as she laid eyes on Isabel and Liam, her expression eased into one of warmth. With a smile, Director Capshaw greeted Isabel and Liam, “Hello, Isabel. It’s nice to meet you and your brother.” Isabel replied sweetly, “Hello, Director Capshaw. It’s nice to meet you too.” “May I carry you?” “Yeah.” Director Capshaw immediately bent over to carry Isabel in her arms before she kissed her lightly on the cheek. Then, she looked toward Liam and asked, “Hey, little man, can I carry you too?” Liam furrowed his eyebrows in response. At this, Isabel quipped, “You can’t do that. My brother isn’t used to being too close to people.” Director Capshaw smiled and replied, “Very well then.” She cooed at Isabel for a moment more before turning to look at Sylvia, greeting her with a smile as she did so. “Hello, you must be Isabel’s mother.” Sylvia pushed h
As soon as Sylvia got home, she immediately headed toward the kitchen to prepare snacks for her children so that they could eat at the filming location. At the same time, a black sports car pulled to a stop in front of the Carters’ residence. A man got out of the car, his tall and slender form moving quickly into the house. Soon, he arrived in the living room. A maid quickly came forward to take his coat and the box he was carrying. Odell walked further into the house. On the sofa were Isabel and Liam, who were tucked into Madam Carter’s sides. Liam was messing around with a Rubik’s cube. At the same time, Isabel was munching away at a large packet of potato chips while she and Madam Carter watched TV. Upon seeing Odell’s arrival, Isabel pouted at him instinctively. On the other hand, Liam was so engrossed in playing with his Rubik’s cube that he did not even bother to lift his head. Madam Carter smiled at Odell in greeting. “Welcome back, Odell. Have you eaten your
Isabel filmed her last scenes for the movie that evening. As soon as she was done, Sylvia quickly brought her and Liam into the car. The weather report predicted that it would snow soon, and that meant Sylvia could not take her time to go back to the Carters’ residence. The car began its steady return journey. Sylvia sat in the back, in between Isabel and Liam. The two children had fallen asleep against her sides. Around the time the car drove into the Old District, snow began falling from the sky. Soon, the car pulled to a stop outside the Carters’ residence. “Isabel, Liam, we’re home,” Sylvia called softly. Liam furrowed his eyebrows whereas Isabel snuggled closer to her mother. It was obvious that the children did not want to get out of the car. With a smile on her face, Sylvia placated, “Be good now. It’s already snowing outside, so you should both go in and have dinner.” At this, Liam sat upright to stare out the car window. Isabel grew excited at the mention o
As Sylvia’s legs weren’t in the best condition, she took a while to reach the living room. As soon as Sylvia’s silhouette disappeared, Odell furrowed his eyebrows and threw the binoculars to the ground angrily. ‘Did this woman not follow the children into the house because she knew it would make me angry?’ he thought. Odell tsked. ‘Then, it’s best if she keeps out of my sight for good. She'd better not appear before me with the reason of wanting to see our children in the future. Otherwise, I’ll have her kicked out of Westchester City!’ Odell kicked a chair to the side before walking out of the balcony. … As Isabel’s filming went extremely well with barely any NGs, her original half-month filming schedule was cut down to ten days. That afternoon, Isabel wrapped up her scenes for good. Director Capshaw personally gifted her a bouquet of red flowers. Everybody else in the production team was extremely fond of Isabel, and they all rushed to take photos with her. Sylv
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