Meanwhile, behind another hedge of bushes. Isabel had been hiding here for a while. She was wrapped tightly in bundles of fabric with a mask and a cap covering her face so she would not be recognized by the public. She stared intently at Moses and Caprice. Her assistant was hiding with her. She was puzzled by Isabel’s sneaky and suspicious behavior. “Miss, what are you looking for?” Isabel narrowed the look in her eyes pensively. Then she turned around and went toward Liam’s office tower. … Inside Liam's office. This part of the city was closed off to the general public, away from the noise of the gathered tourists. His tall and upright figure stood next to the French windows with binoculars in his hand. He was spying on the gathered tourists in the streets. Everyone was gathered at Isa Tower. From this distance, all he could see was the top of their heads. There was no way to pinpoint where the silly girl was. After a while, he set aside the binoculars and s
Liam’s expression tightened with rage. “Scram!” His deep and bellowing roar shook the office. Heather shivered with fear. She always saw Liam as a rather un-emotive person. This was the first time she had ever seen him angry. It was terrifying! She was finally wary of overstaying her welcome. She stumbled a few steps backward before breaking out into a full trot out of the office. She threw the door open and quickly paced outside. The second she stepped out of the office, she saw a young and beautiful lady standing by the door, leaning against the wall. She wore her hair in a curly style. Her taste in fashion was exquisite, sporting a crop top with a shawl thrown over her shoulders, finishing off the look with a pair of tailored jeans. She was the pinnacle of feminine beauty. The light pinkish makeup coating her cheeks added to her charms. She looked like she had just stepped off the runway. Heather was startled to see her here. "Isabel? Why are you
Only then did Mitch leave. Isabel strode into Liam's office. The moment she stepped inside, she saw Liam’s intimidating figure perched on the leather chair behind the desk. He held a cup of tea in his hand as he stared at the view outside. There was a deep frown on his eyebrows. She wondered what was on his mind. She went up to him and proceeded to sit right on top of his desk without any fear. With her arms across her chest, she asked unabashedly, “Do you think Heather has a thing for you?” Liam spoke dismissively, “I wouldn’t know.” Isabel jerked her lips to the side. That was a very characteristic reply of his. For his entire life, he only cared about the people closest to him. As far as he was concerned, anybody else outside of this circle was completely invisible. Since Heather was out of the picture now, Isabel hoped she would not show up again to cause trouble in the future. She suddenly remembered her reason for coming here. "I saw Caprice just
Isabel fixed a look at Caprice and Freya before stating solemnly, “The tickets you bought are legitimate, there was nothing wrong with the machine as well.” Freya was puzzled by this. “If there’s nothing wrong with the tickets and the machine, why couldn’t we enter?” Caprice frowned sharply. “Are you suggesting that someone was intentionally targeting us?” Isabel nodded gravely. Caprice did not need any further hints to gauge who this person was. “Was it Heather?” Isabel was surprised. "How did you figure that out?” “I just had a feeling.” Heather was the only person who considered Caprice an enemy. Furthermore, there were only a handful of people who could tamper with the ticket machine. Isabel rubbed her temples. She was going to warn Caprice to be careful of Heather, but it turned out that her warning was not necessary. Caprice was already fully aware of Heather’s hostility against her. She announced excitedly, “I have good news, my brother just fired h
“They drove here themselves, they left already.” Caprice darted a glance at Freya. Since it did not seem like Freya opposed hitching a ride, she turned to Moses. “In that case, sorry to have to trouble you again.” There was no accessible public transport in the vicinity. Many of the visitors were crowded around the entrance and were either waiting for their taxis or heading toward their cars. Since Moses was going in the direction of the dormitory as well, it made sense to hitch a ride from him. "No trouble at all.” He smiled warmly and led them to the parking lot. He got into the driver's seat. Caprice and Freya sat in the back. The car picked up speed and swerved out of the parking lot. Meanwhile, inside a car in the corner of the parking lot that had been parked there for a while. Liam was seated by himself in the back. He looked at the car that had just swerved out of the parking lot, then he commanded the driver, “Go. Tail that car over there.” “Ye
Her heart accelerated uncontrollably. Ding! She received an unexpected text from Heather. “Hey Caprice, I just wanted to apologize for what happened with the ticket machine this afternoon. I thought it was only going to be a harmless prank, I didn’t expect all that to happen.” Caprice was taken aback by her message. What was this about? What would prompt Heather to apologize to her? Another text followed after that. “I feel terrible about what happened so I resigned.” Caprice was very confused at this point. Stoked by curiosity, she asked Heather, “I heard about you getting fired by Liam. Is this why you mentioned that you felt terrible?" On the other end of the phone, Heather’s stiff fingers hovered over her phone. The color drained from her cheeks. She was only texting Caprice to gauge if she had found out about her getting fired. She did not expect Caprice to be so caught up on the latest events. Was it Liam or Isabel who told her? She scowled
Freya waved goodbye to Moses before following Caprice up the stairs. Moses waited until they were out of sight before returning to his car and driving away. Meanwhile, Liam’s car was camped underneath the shade of some trees. He was stalking them from the dark. He peered intently through the window in the direction of Caprice’s dormitory. After ensuring that Caprice had returned home safely. He turned to his driver, “Let’s go.” … "Caprice, what's wrong?" Always attentive, Freya noticed that Caprice was in a sullen mood and checked up on her. Caprice made a look, "I'm fine, just a little tired." “Why did you reject Moses’ invitation just now?" Freya smiled playfully, “You know, I think he's interested in you, don’t you feel like going out with him?” Moses was interested in her? It was the first Caprice had ever heard of anything like that. She shook her head. All of her friends should know by now that she had feelings for Liam. She never paid much att
Caprice shot a curious glance at Freya. “Frey, what’s with the two hundred dollars?” Freya informed her, “The store manager told me to give it to you as a thank-you for drawing so many customers to the cafe today.” Caprice smiled. "Okay." She took the money without complaint. Two hundred may not be a life-changing amount but she was still proud of making money for herself. What she did not disclose to Freya was that she was one of the shareholders of the cafe. … Over the next few days, Caprice went to the dessert cafe with Freya every day. The store manager decided to hire her to dress up as Lady Leisha every day to help attract customers. All she had to do was wear the outfit for three hours a day and she would be paid two hundred dollars for her time. Since Caprice had nothing else to do with her time, she readily agreed. A week passed in the blink of an eye. It was Friday night. After leaving the dessert cafe, Caprice treated Freya to a feast wi
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