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
The clock slowly ticked along It was growing quiet with every passing second. Soon, it was 9:25, only five minutes left until the appointed time of 9:30. Decker frowned and stared at the watch on his wrist. One of the older shareholders remarked agitatedly, "It’ll be half past nine in five minutes. Where is this Mr. Bright? Is he coming?” The others expressed a similar sentiment, “Yeah, is he going to come?” "He’s invested so much in us. I’m sure he’ll be coming.” “Is he intentionally keeping us waiting to prove his superiority over us?” As they continued to bicker on, both Master Rockwell and Decker’s expressions darkened significantly. If this was truly Mr. Bright’s intention, it was certainly a snapshot of what was about to happen next. This must be the first step of his plans in taking over Rockwell Corporation, beginning with a show of power over Decker. As much as they hated to stomach it, they had no other choice. As it was, they had no choice bu
Never in their wildest imagination had they expected the rumored Mr. Bright to be Roland this entire time! He was the mastermind behind the scenes since the very beginning! They were entirely appalled, thrown off, and befuddled by this monstrous revelation. Roland was only in his late twenties. He was several years younger than Decker. How was it that someone as young as him possessed such wealth and talent in business?! After an extended silence, one of the older shareholders, who was known for having a remarkably cordial relationship with Roland, asked in a careful tone, “President Roland, were you Mr. Bright this entire time?” Roland confirmed their suspicions, “Yes.” After a pause, he directed his calm gaze to Master Rockwell and Decker, both of whom were hardly in control of their wits at this point. “Master Rockwell, President Decker, are we going to finalize our contract as we agreed?” He had come here today not only to reveal his true identity but also t
Decker scowled the moment he heard Isabel sniggering at him. He looked like he was going to shoot lasers out of his eyes. Isabel leaned in closer toward Roland for protection, then she cocked an eyebrow at Decker and continued taunting him. That was when Clarice spoke up, her voice filled with temper, "Isabel, this is a business place, not a stage for third-rate actors like you. You have no place here!” Isabel was in too much of a good mood to be provoked by her cheap taunt. She flashed a smile at Clarice and returned the favor. “Who are you to tell me to leave? Why should I listen to you?” Clarice turned red with anger. "You..." Isabel proceeded to laugh tauntingly in her face. Clarice became so furious that she wanted to hurl herself at Isabel but could not because Roland was right next to her. She turned to Roland for help. "Roland, are you just going to let her behave like that?” Roland cast a glance at Isabel before remarking nonchalantly, “Why, what’s wron
Clarice said vehemently, “Grandpa, that girl back there is Isabel Ross. She’s just a common actress.” It was not hard to recognize her disdain for Isabel in the tone of her voice. Master Rockwell seemed taken by surprise. The Roland he knew from his memory had always been a quiet and reserved boy, sometimes to the point of worrying him. Even his father, who was nothing special at all, was at least more likable than him, so how was it that someone of his quirky personality managed to score such a beautiful actor? This Isabel Ross was certainly a beaut comparable even to Clarice, a lady from a noble house. It was not surprising at all to find that Roland had fallen for her. The others were just as astounded by this. One of the executives commented mockingly, "She's an actress? Considering the nature of the entertainment industry, I’m sure she has some history behind her. Who knows? Maybe she’s gotten involved with more than a handful of men in her time. President Roland su
Isabel felt her emotions stirring inside her. After a brief pause, she remarked, "I see. I was just asking out of curiosity. I didn’t mean anything else by it.” Roland seemed relieved to hear this and stated, “Be sure to let me know if there’s anything else you’re curious about. I’ll tell you everything.” Isabel smiled upon hearing this. “Got it.” She was not going to torture herself with needless suspicions. Roland smiled warmly when he noticed her smile. He promptly segued to his primary concern, “Speaking of which, aren’t you going back to Westchester this weekend?" “Yeah, why?" "Can I go with you?” "Sure." Upon giving her reply, Isabel suddenly realized something and was a strange look at him. There was a clear sparkle in his eyes. She suddenly recalled his reason for coming to Southboro in the first place. He had returned to Southboro to reclaim Rockwell Corporation, thus fulfilling the promise he had made to Isabel’s father. Now that he had essential
“Oh, okay.”...In the next few days, Roland mostly left early and returned late.He most likely had many things to deal with after just taking over Rockwell Corporation.Isabel also received news from Amanda saying that the female lead role that was snatched away before was available again, and filming was expected to start officially next month.Besides this drama, there were also several variety shows and businesses that approached her.Amanda spoke on the phone happily for a long time.Isabel thought back to the day that Roland and Decker signed the contract, and the words that he used to threaten Clarice, and she pursed her lips in a smile.Thus, while Roland was busy these days, Isabel also took on two commercial advertisements and spent her spare time chatting with Martha, who had just returned from Westchester City.It was Friday afternoon in the blink of an eye.With Martha’s help, she got her and Roland’s luggage ready. Just then, Roland’s car arrived at the door.