The driver and the bodyguard promptly entered the car. The car jerked into motion. Liam furrowed his brows into a tight frown, appearing highly irritable. Caprice was afraid to make a sound, so she made herself as small as possible like a child in trouble. Soon, the car stopped at the lobby of a penthouse apartment. The driver and the bodyguard stepped out of the car and quickly opened the door for the passengers. Caprice silently stepped out of the car while observing the unfamiliar surroundings with a certain vigilance. She carefully approached Liam and asked softly, "Liam, do you live here?” “Yeah.” “Isn’t it a little inappropriate for you to bring me to your place?” she remarked cautiously, afraid of offending him. He had a girlfriend. If Heather found out about this, she would be very upset. Liam answered snappily, “Nowhere near as inappropriate as a university student like you sitting in a business meeting with a bunch of perverted men.” Caprice zipped
Grr… After quenching her thirst, her stomach began growling. A reddish shade immediately showed up on her face, she looked at Liam awkwardly. Liam stole a look at her and asked, "Hungry?" She nodded. She barely had a couple of bites before President Michael started harassing her, hence she hardly had anything to eat at all. He picked up his phone and made a call. She overheard him giving orders on the phone, "Bring two sets over.” After that, he put away his phone. A stiff silence fell upon them. Liam was never a talkative person, to begin with. He wore a morose look on his face and stared at Caprice with stark indifference looming in his eyes. He still seemed to be in a poor mood. Caprice turned away to avoid his sharp gaze. He began making some small talk, which was wholly uncharacteristic of him. "How did you manage to land this job?” Caprice answered honestly, “After the finals, I happened to meet one of my seniors at university. He approached me
While setting down the bowl of soup, she stared at the plate of grilled prawns on the opposite end of the table. Five lucent pieces of grilled prawn, their charred skin appearing immeasurably crisp. She longed to bite into them. She stared drunkenly at Liam. When she turned to the table again, the plate of grilled prawns moved from its original spot and was now placed at her end of the table. She looked surprised. “Liam, why are you giving them to me?” Liam remarked, "I don't like oily food.” She refuted, “But they’re not oily.” “Just throw them away if you’re not eating them,” he said disinterestedly. Caprice hurriedly snatched the plate while smiling greedily. “I’ll eat them, I’ll eat them.” Liam took one look at her, then he continued eating. Caprice gobbled up all five pieces of grilled prawn in no time. Then, she moved on to finishing the remaining vegetable and soup, feeling completely bloated by the end. She set aside the utensils. It was only then
Freya listened to the story in stark disbelief and shock. “Caprice, did that old fart do anything else to you?” she asked worriedly. Caprice scowled, still feeling grossed out by what happened. “He felt up my waist, that’s all.” “What a disgusting pervert!” Freya cussed out loud and reverted to her soothing voice, “Is everything okay now?” "Yeah." Caprice smiled and told her, "I'm at Liam's place now. It's fine." "Liam? That guy we saw at the nightclub on your birthday?" Freya had a strong impression of Liam. “Yeah, that’s him.” Still holding the phone, Freya jerked her lips into a foxy smile. She knew that Caprice had feelings for Liam. If Liam did not have a girlfriend, this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them to spend time together. There was not much that could be done about it. With that, she told Caprice, “Well, make sure you get a good rest.” "Uh-huh." After hanging up, Caprice threw the phone aside and flicked off the lights. She slu
Upon knowing that, she heaved a sigh of relief. She took a step forward and said softly, "I don’t want to disturb you, so I’ll be leaving now.” Liam darted a glance at her. "Where are you going?" “I’m making a quick trip to the office first, then I'll head back to the dorm.” She had to explain everything that happened to Moses, at the very least. Liam glanced at the time on his watch before suggesting, "It's going to be lunchtime soon. You can leave after we eat.” It turned out that he had already ordered their food, therefore she could not refuse the offer. She nodded briskly and put her purse down before sitting on the couch next to Liam. Apart from Liam’s tea, there were several plates of snacks and drinks set on the table, all of which were Caprice's favorites. She grabbed a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice and took a couple of sips before moving on to the snacks. Liam sat stoically nearby. He had been holding the book on the same page for a while now.
Caprice was weirded out but paid no mind to it. Shortly after that, Moses showed up again. “Caprice, can we talk in my office?” He gestured in the direction of his office. Caprice nodded and followed him into the office. As soon as the office door was shut, Kenneth and several other snoopers clambered outside the office. Inside the office, Moses sat Caprice down and poured a glass of water for her. Caprice stated solemnly, “Moses, please just tell me what’s on your mind. You don’t have to be worried about hurting my feelings.” “That’s not what I’m doing. I just feel guilty because I let you down.” Moses took a deep breath, and a troubled look surfaced on his face. "Caprice, I heard from Jonathan that a man took you away last night. Could you tell me about your relationship with that man?” He was talking about Liam. Caprice replied, “He’s something like a brother to me.” Moses fixed a look on her. “He’s not your real brother?” Caprice shook her head. "No
Kenneth and the others were still stealing subtle glances at her. “Kenneth, are you sure it wasn’t that mysterious guy who got President Michael fired?” one of them voiced his suspicion. Kenneth answered ruminatively, “I don’t think so. She wouldn’t be working here for us in the first place if she knew somebody capable of pulling that off.” "That's true. I wonder what happened at SwiftTech Corporation.” “I have to give it to her. She’s smarter than I thought. At least, she knows to resign without having to be asked to.” Kenneth remarked dryly, “What do you know? She does have some brains in her after all.” … Caprice quickly packed her belongings. All of her belongings fit snugly in her backpack. After she was done, she swiped a glance at Jonathan. He looked like he was barely paying attention to Caprice as his eyes were transfixed on the computer display. His whole demeanor was very stuck-up as if he considered himself too good to acknowledge her at all.
“Liam, what brings you here?” she asked with an endearing smile. Liam leaned comfortably against the backseat with his arms crossed in front of him, his voice cool as usual. “Checking up on you for your parents.” Caprice made a face. Liam glanced at the bag she had slung over her shoulders. “What’s your plan?” “I don’t know.” She had only just quit her job and hadn’t figured out her next move. He asked, “Are you still looking for a job?” She admitted quite frankly, “I have no idea.” Liam dropped the matter and turned to the driver. “Drive.” The driver promptly stepped on the gas pedal. They arrived at Sparkrow University girls’ dormitory shortly after that. Caprice was going to leave when Liam suddenly remarked, “Come to me if you’re looking for a job.” “Alright, I got it,” she responded politely. Then, she got out of the car and marched into the dorm. Liam watched her from inside the car. The only thing on his mind was the imagery of the man walking C
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