Isabel was taken aback. A gift from the jewelry house? Such generosity was unheard of. It was a ludicrously expensive piece! She did not conceal her surprise at hearing this. “Are you close with them?” Roland treated it as if it was something mundane. “Yeah.” Isabel heaved a long sigh and sent a cute sticker of a figure giving a giant thumbs-up. They had gifted Roland a diamond necklace worth two hundred million dollars. It was certainly a gesture that said a lot about his status. Ding! Roland sent her another text. “Do you like it?” She smiled at the display of her phone and replied, “I love it, thank you.” She loved everything that he gifted her. “I have to get back to work. See you tonight.” “Alright.” With that, she put away her phone, then she carefully handled the necklace and took another good look at it. She inspected it from every angle, it looked fantastic no matter which angle she observed it from. She strapped the necklace around
Roland informed plainly, “These few projects I mentioned need a very large amount of upfront investment.” "Of course, we know that. We don’t need you to tell us that.” “What kind of project doesn’t need a large sum of upfront investment anyway?” "The funds for these projects have been pre-allocated since the start of the year. You don’t have to come up with a measly excuse to justify your intentionally picking on us!” All three of Jimmy, Charles, and Lester glared at Roland discontentedly. The others joined in and threw snide remarks at Roland, “Mr. Roland, you’re only worried because you don’t want us to spend all the company funds that you hoped would go into your pockets instead, aren’t you?” "The funds allocated to our projects are all in the public account. They won’t go into his pockets no matter what.” Roland frowned. He decided there was no need for him to explain himself. He promptly shut his notebook and tucked away the pen, then he got up and walked out
Golden rays of sunlight washed over the surface of the earth while endless waves rolled into the direction of the beach, accompanied by gentle gusts of sea breeze. Isabel stood on the sand glimmering with gold and stared at the mansion that stood in the center of the several acres of large plots of land, her thoughts drifting. Around noon today, Roland sent her a message and told her that he had dispatched a driver to pick her up at the hotel. She was driven here after that. She had expected to be driven to a classy apartment in the middle of town, so a mansion next to the beach was the last thing she expected. She asked the bodyguard who was helping her with her luggage, “Are you sure you’ve got the correct address?” The bodyguard assured her, “Don’t worry, this is the place Young Master Roland instructed us to bring you to.” Isabel was still in disbelief. "Is this his mansion?" This was the only building within a radius of ten miles. It had this private, spectacu
The bodyguard and the driver promptly stepped out of the car and went to open the door for Roland. A pair of long and slender legs wearing polished leather boots stepped out from the dark interior of the car. The first thing Roland did was to remove his blazer, revealing a bleached white shirt underneath. The gentle sea breeze parted his hair. Like a curtain drawn apart, his handsome and chiseled features were brought into full view, and the setting sun cast a scarlet glow over his face. Even though Isabel had seen this man countless times, she was still mesmerized by his unfair beauty. Roland handed the blazer to his bodyguard before striding up to Isabel. Isabel sat on the beach the entire time and looked up at him. For some reason she could not quite put her finger on, she felt a strange sort of unfamiliarity with this man standing before her. It was as if this was her first time meeting this handsome man. "Isabel," Roland called out her name. The familiar
Several hours later, inside Isabel’s new, luxurious bedroom. They had left the windows open the entire time, inviting the billowing sea breeze into the room. Snuggling on the giant bed was Isabel who was coddled inside Roland’s arms. Both of them were resting against the headboard. After Isabel recovered back to her senses, she crossed her arms in front of her and turned to Roland who was also staring into her eyes. She asked curtly, “So, will you tell me now?” Roland grinned faintly and told her, "I have what you would call a side hustle.” Isabel asked curiously, "What kind of side hustle?” He remarked casually, "It's nothing crazy. I just show up as an advisor for companies who are dealing with financial crises and help them sort things out.” The way he put it, it sounded like something wholly unimpressive and mundane. However, the sheer fact of the diamond necklace worth hundreds of millions, and the enormous mansion they were currently residing in suggested dif
Isabel spent her time relaxing and filling her stomach with good food. From time to time, she would go to the gym to keep up her fitness level. Roland let her do whatever she wished. In his free time, he would bring her to interesting places in Southboro to sightsee. During their conversations, he would not bring up anything related to Rockwell Corporation unless it was Isabel who asked about them, in which case he would answer all of her questions whatever they may be. Now and then, she would fly back to Westchester for scheduled shootings for “The Wonder”. Otherwise, she spent the majority of her time at the mansion. Two months passed in the blink of an eye. It was a Sunday. Around the evening, Isabel finished shooting the last episode of “The Wonder”. Immediately after that, she got on a plane back to Southboro. Coincidentally, she met Isabella on the plane. They were seated right next to each other. Isabella seemed just as surprised to see Isabel on the same pl
Several hours later, the plane landed on the runway of Southboro Airport. Almost all the passengers reached for their phones. Isabel did the same as well. She promptly switched the airplane mode on the phone off. As if on cue, she received a text from Roland that read, “Are you here yet?” She replied, “We just landed. I’ll be home soon.” Her mind was still lingering on what Isabella told her, so she promptly asked Roland, “I heard something went down at Rockwell Corporation. Is it true?” Roland replied, “Yeah, I'll wait for you at the gate. We’ll talk in person.” He had come to pick her up. Isabel smiled faintly and replied, “Sure.” Just as she was putting away her phone, she noticed Isabella stealing glances at the display of her phone. It was clear as day that she was trying to peek at her conversation with Roland. She dimmed the display and shot a look at Isabella. Isabella sneered, “Are you talking to your dear Roland? Has he told you about what’s goin
Isabella waited for a reply for some time. Eventually, she gauged that Clarice was probably not going to reply any time soon, and with that, she put away her phone with a morose grunt. Her purpose for coming to Southboro this time was to keep Clarice company. She had hoped that she could offer Clarice some emotional support during this current difficult period with what happened with Decker. Perhaps she could get closer to Clarice this way. To her demise, Clarice still held herself above her! Despite this setback, she did not plan to leave Southboro any time soon. Since she was here, she had the chance to witness Isabel’s reaction to the downfall of her poor boyfriend getting kicked out of his family! … Meanwhile, shortly after Roland merged into the highway, Isabel asked the question she had long been wanting to ask, “So, what happened at Rockwell Corporation?" Roland stated calmly, “Capital chain rupture.” Isabel was taken aback by this. Something as serious a
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