Liam stepped up to shield Isabel with his body. He answered Odell, “She brought us something to drink. Isabel was not expecting it to be so hot and accidentally lost her grip and dropped the cup on the floor, spilling the juice inside everywhere.” He transparently explained everything. Isabel backed her brother up. “He’s telling the truth.” Tara took a deep breath. Her eyes were turning red as she endured the pain and turned to Odell, "Odell, don't be angry. I don’t think Isabel didn't do it on purpose. She probably dropped it because it was too hot for her to hold.” Odell’s expression darkened. Perhaps it would have been better if she had said nothing at all. "This cup comes with an insulated cover. How is it that she got herself burned?" He glared at Isabel angrily again. “Isabel, tell me the truth. Did you do it on purpose?" Isabel looked at him in utter disbelief. Of course, it was intentional. The ugly lady intentionally explained things in a way that would mi
Tara seemed very moved by the gesture. Odell urged her on, "Don't wait. Hurry up and go to the hospital.” "Okay." Tara got into a car driven by one of the staff. At the same time, Odell carried Isabel in his arms and led Liam to the exit. Tara, who was going in the other direction, suddenly snapped around to glance at them. There was still a tint of disdain in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by general jubilation. Although she failed to drive a wedge between Odell and Isabel this time, she reaped some unexpected fruits as well. There was not a soul in the city who did not know who Odell was. The problem was he was never fond of these social events and banquets. No matter how much she pleaded with him in the past, he always refused to humor her. But today, he was the one who volunteered to go with her. Most of the participants at the ball were the bigwigs of the art industry of the city. Although she had also made a name for herself, she was still nothing compa
In the evening, upon seeing that it was almost time, Sylvia got dressed and was prepared to go to the ball. Unexpectedly, Tristan turned up at her doorstep to pick her up. Sylvia had just walked out of the door when she saw him. He was leaning suavely against his car in a slim-fit suit. Sylvia was taken aback by the sight of him. Tristan was also similarly startled when he noticed her outfit. Although she was dressed a little more refined than usual, she was still rather underdressed for the occasion. He quickly wiped the look off his face and asked, “Hey, Sylvia, are you ready?" Sylvia replied, “Yeap.” "Then, let's go." Since he had taken the time to drive here, Sylvia was not going to turn him away, so she got into his car. They drove to the venue of the ball, but not before stopping outside a private designer boutique. Sylvia was perplexed. "Tristan, what are you bringing me here for?" Tristan cast a look at her, sizing her up and down. Then, he said
The crowd was very lively. Sylvia turned away and went outside. She did not want to be chosen to step onto the dance floor and intended to avoid the spotlight. Unexpectedly, Tristan trailed after her closely. He grabbed her and asked her, "Sylvia, where are you going?" She answered, "I'm looking for something to eat." He smiled coyly, seeming to sense that she was reluctant to get on the dance floor. “No need to rush. Let's see who gets chosen for the first dance.” Sylvia looked around them. They were relatively far from the dance floor now and should be outside the range of the spotlight, hence she nodded and stopped. Tristan gave her a deep look, and then glanced in the direction of the host. The host announced excitedly, “Let’s begin!” The spotlights swirled rapidly across the venue. After a few seconds, the spotlight suddenly landed at the edges of the crowd, shining atop where Sylvia and Tristan stood. Everyone present followed the line of the spotlig
His eyes darkened in a split instant. To think that this woman was not caring for her children at home but was all dressed up and dancing with another man out in public! Tara appeared next to him and was visibly shocked by the sight of the two dancers on the dance floor. She could not believe her eyes when she recognized Tristan and Sylvia. When she saw Sylvia’s spectacular outfit, she took a deep breath to curb her resentment. She looked at Odell again. He wore a stoic expression, showing disdain for Sylvia the way he usually did. However, there was also a visible mix of awe and surprise in his eyes as he was captivated by Sylvia’s appearance. Tara cursed the existence of the wretched woman that was Sylvia. Then, she composed herself and said to Odell, “Wow, I wasn’t expecting Tristan and Sylvia to be here. They seem like a good match." Odell pursed his lips and scoffed with a sour look. At last, the music was nearing its end. The first dance presented by Syl
After some brief consideration, she started heading toward the section where the food was laid out. Tristan trailed after her closely. Sylvia turned to him and said, “Don’t worry about me, Tristan. Go ahead and have fun.” Tristan smiled back at her. "I happen to be a little hungry too." With that, he went to get some food for himself. Sylvia pursed her lips and stayed quiet. Shortly after they began eating, some people came up to them to mingle with them. Some of them were eager to talk business with Tristan while others took more interest in Sylvia. They were deeply impressed by Sylvia’s woodcarving art pieces and began discussing their artistic philosophy with her. In turn, she engaged in conversation with them. The ball had come to a successful end. Sylvia and Tristan followed the crowd towards the parking lot. Coincidentally, they arrived at the parking lot at the same time as Odell and Tara who were being escorted by the hosts. They bumped into each o
With how fast Tristan was driving, it did not take long for them to arrive at the Old District. Sylvia turned to him, “Just drop me off at the junction near my house.” It was only a short distance from the Carters' residence, so she planned to walk there after she got out of the car. Tristan gave her a look and answered, “Alright.” Shortly after that, they stopped at the said junction. Sylvia got out of the car and thanked him, "Tristan, thank you for sending me home.” Tristan smiled and answered, "You're welcome. Now hurry up and go to your children.” Sylvia turned around and made for the Carters'. After crossing two more intersections, she arrived at the entrance of their family house. The gate in front was closed. Sylvia stepped forward and raised her hand to ring the doorbell. “Hmm? Weren’t you going out on a date with him?" A deep, sardonic voice came from behind her out of nowhere. Sylvia was startled and quickly turned around. It was Odell hid
A broken toy? For a split second, Sylvia felt her body convulsing, prickled by numerous sharp thorns that penetrated her skin. Almost by instinct, she raised a hand and delivered a slap across Odell’s handsome face. Smack! A clear, crisp smack cut through the air. Sylvia felt her palm trembling. Her anger was what kept her going as she roared with a vengeance, "Odell, you’re the broken toy!” As soon as she said this, she felt something gripping her neck. It was Odell who grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall behind her. His face was terrible and dark. “You hit me? How dare you hit me?” He stared at her murderously as if he wanted to drill holes into her body with his gaze. The look in Sylvia’s eyes shifted, then she braced herself and howled again, "You were the one who started it!” Odell tightened his grip in anger. Sylvia was suffocating and desperately opened her mouth to draw in large mouthfuls of air. Underneath the light, her luscious l
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