Tara’s friends echoed in agreement. “That woman is really a shameless whore.” “Yeah, but I really am jealous of you. Master Carter is rich and handsome, and he’s good to you. If I can meet someone like him, I’ll become a vegan for the rest of my life.” “I’ll be one for the rest of my life and my next life.” As the flattery slowly built up to the climax, Tara answered, “Okay, guys, this is the main chat group. We shouldn’t be chatting here.” The farce finally ended as they moved on to another topic. Sylvia read through the whole conversation. Tara had always presented herself as the ice queen who was cold and elegant. Unless someone tried to flatter her, she would merely answer a word or two. It was almost impossible for her to join the gossip, let alone discuss it in the main chat group. She did this on purpose. She started the topic and pointed out that some woman had tried to seduce Odell. The phrase she used to describe the woman was an eyesore to Sylvia. No matter
He had been watching her from the dark and did not show up earlier because he wanted to stop her from running. Besides, it had been two days since he last saw her, and he had started to miss her uncontrollably. That was why he hid in the dark and watched her every move. Sylvia wished she had a tray to block her face, but she had nothing. She bit the bullet and lowered her head in awkwardness. The dining table went quiet for a moment. Madam Carter sharply noticed something was not right. She switched her gaze between Sylvia and Odell, trying to find out what was up with them. Even Isabel and Liam looked at the two of them in confusion. Then, Isabel said, “Big meanie, why are you looking at my Mommy?” Odell put a piece of fish on her plate. “Eat your dinner.” Isabel grunted. “Don’t look at my Mommy!” Madam Carter knew something was out of the ordinary, but she could not pinpoint exactly what. She turned to Isabel and said with an awkward smile, “Isabel, eat your dinner.
The terms he offered were tempting, but his intention was clear as well: he wanted her to be his mistress again. An indescribable irritation gushed up to her chest, causing her to suffocate. She pursed her lips tightly. Odell noticed her silence. He pinched her chin and asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” Sylvia looked into his eyes with tearful eyes that held a hint of frostiness. She said, “Odell, I will never agree to that.” Odell’s anticipation behind his deep gaze faded right away. “You’ve always wanted to be with Isabel and Liam, and I will give you the right to be with them for as long as you want. What else do you want?” he said in a grumpy tone. Sylvia took a deep breath to calm herself down before she said, “Odell, have you ever considered Isabel and Liam’s feelings? Are you trying to set an example for Liam to be like you when he grows up? Should he have a mistress after he gets a girlfriend or a wife? Or are you trying to tell Isabel that there are no good
The pictures of the artwork Edmund sent over were from veteran artists who were supposedly having an exhibition in Westchester soon. After going through them individually, Sylvia said, “The ones you picked are really good.” Edmund sent her a voice message. “Really? It seems like I have excellent taste.” Sylvia giggled and replied the same. “Yeah.” “I think they are quite fancy, but I don’t know how to put them in words. Can you explain them to me? So that I can act cool in front of the others.” “Sure,” said Sylvia with a smile. She then voice-messaged him her explanation of the paintings. She offered him a detailed explanation of her own thoughts for each and every painting. On the other end of the chat, Edmund was on the couch listening to her voice as if it was some classical music piece. He softly closed his eyes, enjoying the angelic tune in his ears. That was until Harry came over. “Master Price?” Edmund glared at him. “Shut up.” Harry awkwardly zipped his mout
Two days went by. On this particular day, Sylvia arrived at the art academy early in the morning. She went because Christopher invited her over for a demo for the students. Other than being the president of the Westchester Art Association, Christopher was also the deputy dean of the art academy. The new semester started just yesterday, and the academy was hosting this welcome event, especially for the upcoming graduates. They invited several well-known artists over for a live demonstration. Other than Sylvia, two other veteran artists were also present. Sylvia was honored by the invitation, so there was no reason for her to reject it. She drove to the art academy and parked her car in the parking lot. Right after she got out of her car, an event coordinator came over and guided her to the venue. The live demonstration was held in a spacious lecture studio which was already crowded with students and artists alike. When Sylvia arrived, she saw Christopher and the other tw
Sylvia obviously garnered more attention than the other two veteran artists. Tara reacted poorly to what she saw, but the two teachers beside her were still gushing about Sylvia. “Ms. Sunflower is so young and skilled. I bet she has a lot of admirers.” “I wonder how many there are.” The two of them then had a glance at Tara. One of them asked politely, “Ms. Avery, I heard you are from the art association as well. Do you know her?” Tara forced a vague smile. “Yeah.” “Does she have a boyfriend then?” “What does her boyfriend do?” The two of them looked at Tara with the highest anticipation. Tara maintained her smile and said, “I've never heard of that before, and I don’t think she’s dating anyone.” “No way. She’s as beautiful as those celebrities and she’s talented. How is that possible?” “Yeah. Even you have a boyfriend like Odell Carter, Ms. Avery, so how could someone like her have no one at all?” Tara’s expression turned frosty. The two teachers immediatel
Edmund searched the second floor of the restaurant twice but did not see Sylvia anywhere. Feeling anxious, she called Tara right away. “Where’s Syl? I can’t find her anywhere!” Tara had not expected his swift arrival. She said with a smile, “She should be in the first room on the second floor.” Edmund was annoyed by her tone. “I just went in there and I didn’t see her!” Tara was taken aback. “Hold on, let me ask my friend.” Then, she quickly texted the ‘waiter’ that she had bribed. “Where is Sylvia Ross?” The waiter had just come out from the men’s room when he saw the text. He glanced at the lady’s room and replied, “I saw her walk into the lady’s room and I think she’s still in there.” “Keep an eye on her. If she comes out, text me right away!” Tara then quickly got out of the car and took a shortcut to the restaurant. While those two were searching for Sylvia, Odell had already taken her to the parking lot. He had parked his car at the furthest spot. When he
Edmund noticed the unease on Tara’s pale face, which made him suspicious. After a quick thought flashed in his mind, he cursed out loud, “Don’t f*cking tell me Odell Carter took her away again.” Tara clenched her teeth tightly and went outside; Edmund immediately went after her. Something had been off from the moment he had arrived at the restaurant. Sylvia was not a drinker, so how had she gotten herself drunk? It was also uncannily coincidental that Tara’s friend had happened to see her. He asked in a cold voice, “Is Syl really drunk? Or did you tell someone to drug her?” Tara’s irritation robbed her of the mood to continue pretending. With a cold look on her face, she said, “If you really like Sylvia, then you’d better start looking for her!” Edmund glared at her fiercely before he darted out. ..The weather turned warm but the night breeze remained chilly. However, not even a bit of the bone-chilling wind got into the sprinting sports car. Sylvia was squirmin
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