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
The Houstons? Decker's expression shifted. He had already briefly told Clarice about the ongoing situation at Rockwell Corporation, and she had given her word that she would ask her father to help. However, just like Master Rockwell said, their current predicament was far too great and nearly impossible to recover from. It was a tall task even when considering the vast amount of resources the Houstons had at their disposal. They may have to empty their vault just to help. Would Clarice's father even agree to help? That was when Master Rockwell advised, “Decker, why don’t you talk to Clarice? I know she cares a lot about you. Certainly, she will try to persuade her father to help us.” Decker frowned and said in a troubled voice, "Dad, I think her father might not help even if she threatened suicide right in front of her.” Although Clarice was the eldest daughter of the Houstons, she also had two younger brothers who took higher priority. Another factor was that h
After finishing the movie, Isabel fell asleep with her arms wrapped around Roland like he was a pillow. He smiled faintly and gently carried her in his arms to take her to the bedroom. Shortly after that, he reached her bedroom where he carefully took off her coat and shoes for her. Then, he tucked her under a thick blanket and pecked a gentle kiss on her cheeks before retreating from the bedroom. With that, he went down the corridor leading to his study. After making himself comfortable, he called his assistant. After the call was connected, he instructed, "Tell Decker that I will help him take care of the situation at Rockwell Corporation in the shortest time possible. I only have one condition, and that is that I want half of his shares in Rockwell Corporation." His assistant replied dutifully, "Alright, sir, I’ll speak to him right now.” Roland set aside his phone with a dark, insidious look in his eyes. He turned on the computer and went over his drafted plan
Several days later, at the seaside mansion, it was evening and it was drizzling outside. Roland went to his study after he returned home from work. He had been pretty busy these days, so Isabel was not too bothered. She looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost dinner time. She wrapped up the livestream she set up for her fans and prepared to leave her bedroom. Rox happened to show up at that juncture. “Miss Isabel, dinner is ready." Isabel told her politely, “Got it. I'll tell Roland myself. Why don’t you get back to it?” She knew that Rox was intimidated by Roland. It was probably a combination of his stoic temper as well as the usual power dynamic factor. Rox nodded and went downstairs. Isabel went down the corridor to Roland's study. She was about to knock on the door to announce her entry when she heard Roland's voice on the phone coming through the door, "Tell them that I’ll be there in person to sign to documents tomorrow at noon. "I have some
Amanda jested, “I’m not you.” She may not have been a public figure the way Isabel was as a celebrity, but she was still a notable figure in the industry, heralded as one of the best agents around. This made her a public figure of sorts. Therefore, there was not a chance she would pluck the courage to start telling people off online the way Isabel would. She followed it up with another text. “Anyway, this is not the main reason I contacted you. I wanted to ask you about something that I heard was going down at Rockwell Corporation. Is all of it true?” Isabel was taken aback by this. Had news about Rockwell Corporation spread to the entertainment industry as well? Amanda must have been checking up on her because she was concerned about her. After all, if something bad were to happen to Rockwell Corporation, Roland would not be safe from the blowback which would subsequently affect Isabel as well. While she was thinking about how she should respond, Amanda sent yet anot
Inside Master Rockwell's study at the Rockwell household, the gray-haired Master Rockwell was speaking to Decker. He held onto his cane tightly, and his expression was grave. “So, you’re going to sign over half of your shares to this Mr. Bright tomorrow. Are you sure about that?” Decker frowned, the reluctance written clear across his face, but he had no alternatives. “I have no choice in this matter. I have to.” He had already signed the agreement Mr. Bright had sent over to him last week. The agreement clearly stated that if Mr. Bright managed to inject the crucial capital needed to relieve Rockwell Corporation’s current financial difficulty, Roland would yield half of his shares in the corporation to Mr. Bright. If he failed to meet his end of the agreement, he would have to repay double the amount of Mr. Bright’s investment in Rockwell Corporation. Mr. Bright had fulfilled his end of the deal, and things at Rockwell Corporation were stable at last thanks to the massive
Isabel smiled. "Okay." In that case, she would go in this outfit. … They ate a simple breakfast, then they walked out of the house together. Roland’s driver, his bodyguard, and his assistant, Marcus, were already waiting. Isabel got into the car with him. They drove out of the area and were on their way toward Rockwell Corporation. As they were nearing their destination, Isabel could no longer stifle the urge to ask, "Roland, will you tell me the main reason you want me to come with you today?" She thought it was better if she knew what to expect, lest she get caught off guard by anything that happened. Roland took her hand and said softly, “I just wanted you to be with me when I sign the contract." "Just for a contract signing? Nothing other than that?” “Yes.” “Alright.” So, all she needed to do was to stand behind him and watch. She relaxed a little. Shortly after that, the car stopped at the parking lot outside the Rockwell Corporation building