What annoyed him more was that his daughter had pulled this stunt off…Sensing that the situation was getting out of hand, Madam Carter quickly turned to the kids and urged them, “Liam, Isabel, quickly apologize to your father and promise it won't happen again.” Liam pursed his lips and said nothing. Isabel, on the other hand, apologized immediately, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again." Although her tone was strained, she did apologize at least. Madam Carter smiled and breathed a sigh of relief whereas Odell seemed pacified by this as well. “This had better not be a pattern from now on,” Odell said with a dangerous look before turning back to head to his room. Isabel immediately stuck her tongue out behind his back. After that, they had an uneventful breakfast. When Odell entered the car and left, Isabel and Liam went back to their room. “Look, I took the pictures as you instructed me to.” Isabel took out the phone and clicked on the photo album. There were many pictu
In the Carters' living room, Madam Carter was nowhere to be seen while Liam and Isabel were on the couch. Liam was sitting upright, reading a book he carried in his palm. Isabel was lying beside him with her head resting on his legs, holding a tablet in her hands. She was watching cartoons with her mouth open like she was waiting for a servant to deliver food into her mouth. Furthermore, she was rocking her legs up and down. When Odell walked in with his usual dark expression, he was greeted by her usual dark expression. He stepped in front of them. Isabel shrank away, immediately sitting up and squeezing beside her brother for protection. Liam set the book down calmly. He looked at Odell and confessed without his asking, “I had someone upload the pictures.” Odell's expression shifted. He sat on a single-seater couch next to them, crossed his arms around his chest, and asked in a chilling tone, "Who uploaded them?” For them to have uploaded it to the company's official
The butler was slightly taken aback by this and took his leave. The expression on Liam and Isabel's faces changed, and they tried to dart out of the room. Odell reached the door before them. He exited the room and locked the door behind him. The two children pounded on the door desperately. “You stinky jerk, let us out!" “You’ll regret it if you don’t let us out.” Nonetheless, Odell ignored them and went to the living room. He sat down on the sofa. Sylvia soon walked in with a bag in hand. When she saw Odell all by himself in the living room, she read the situation and asked, "Master Carter, why are you alone? Where's Madam Carter?” Odell sized her up. She was wearing a white dress with a band around her waist, her hair draped elegantly over her shoulders. Despite having given birth to two children, she still maintained a slender figure. Her skin was fair and smooth, and her features were as youthful and sharp as they had been when she was a twenty-year-old girl.
Sylvia wrapped herself up with the children for a while. She planted a kiss on both of their cheeks in turn. Similarly, they smothered her with kisses. It was a particularly endearing scene. Meanwhile, Odell was left out like a stranger. Forget about Isabel, even Liam who had been living with him for so long had never had so much physical contact with him. He had never done anything remotely close to asking for hugs, and kisses were never even considered. Odell became more annoyed the longer he looked at them. He coughed drily, filled with irritation. Sylvia finally untangled herself from them. Still, Isabel and Liam kept holding her hands. Isabel turned up to her and declared, "Mommy, don't be afraid of him. Brother and I will protect you!" "Yes, we have some dirt on him,” Liam agreed.Sylvia did not know what to say. "Uh..." She looked at Odell. As Odell twitched his lips and seemed disgruntled, she had to resist the urge to laugh at his present situation. Is
Sylvia's eyes lit up. The fact that he would agree to her meeting the children had already exceeded her expectations. She answered in an agreeable tone, "Okay." Odell peered at the two children who were still hanging on to her. He told her quite sourly, "Now get out." Sylvia smiled. “One more thing before I leave.” “What is it this time?” “Liam and Isabel are still going to the kindergarten which is near my workplace, so from now on, I will be the one picking them up from kindergarten and I will bring them back here.” Odell frowned. "Didn't you already quit?” Shortly after the incident at the Elysian House last time, he had sent men to wait by the elementary kindergarten she worked at the time to ambush her. In the end, his men had informed him that she had resigned and slipped away. Sylvia stated, "I found another job in a woodcarving studio." Wood carving? Odell looked at her quizzically. "You know how to carve wood?" Sylvia smiled. “More or less.” Odell gav
After wrapping up some expedited paperwork at home, Odell went to the bathroom to take a hot shower. It was past midnight by the time he emerged again. He sat on the bed and picked up the fully charged mobile phone. That was when he saw the message Sylvia sent him. The corners of his lips twitched, and his slender fingers began to tap rapidly against the display. “I haven't read it yet. I'll let you know after I read it tomorrow.” There was no response for a long time after the message was sent. Odell seemed unimpressed. He texted her again, “Have you fallen asleep?” There was still no response. Needless to say, she was asleep. This woman had the audacity to fall asleep without waiting for his reply! He immediately tapped the dial button. It took a while for the other party to pick up the call. Sylvia gnashed her teeth and grumbled into the phone, "Odell, what’s your problem? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?!" So, she was already in the land of
Sylvia did not receive his reply even though it was past afternoon. She thought about what happened last night with him calling her out of nowhere, then hanging up without explanation. This led her to think that she must have upset him again in some way somehow. It seemed as if she often found herself getting on his bad side despite having done nothing wrong. She figured that it was no use fixing her mind on this. With this in mind, she proceeded to text him again, “Odell, if you still don’t want to reply to me, I’ll just assume that you’ve given me permission to pick them up.” Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Carter Corporation. Odell glanced at the message that popped up on the top of his screen, then he turned to Cliff. “Keep going.” Cliff continued his report. After he was done presenting his report, he followed up, “Master Carter, here is the information about the woodcarving studio that you asked me to obtain.” Cliff handed Odell a stack of sorted documents that
Tara snapped at her, "Sylvia, you'd better spit it out. What’s going on here?” Sylvia said with a wry smile, "If you want to know what's going on, why don’t you just go inside and ask Odell?” Tara felt a lump in her throat. Madam Carter had adamantly stated that so long as she breathed, she would never allow Tara to step into the house. Sylvia was intentionally riling her up. She was about to slander Sylvia as being Odell's unwanted toy when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the person in question appearing at the door. Her expression transformed immediately as she ran to Odell. “Odell!” She threw herself into Odell's arms with an aggrieved look as if Sylvia had done something terrible to her. Nevertheless, Odell looked at Sylvia with an indifferent look. Sylvia raised an eyebrow and began to leave. She would not stay behind and watch these two play out their drama. She had only taken a step when Tara said to Odell, “I was just asking her why she was here when she beca
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