With that, they entered the phase of free-form discussions. Many teachers rose from their seats and split off into groups of three to five. Several teachers went straight for Sylvia. Needless to say, Thomas remained the most popular one by a wide margin. Many young female teachers gathered around him immediately after the host laid out the itinerary. One of the teachers asked him inquisitively, “Mr. Carter, I heard that you teach piano. What do you usually teach?” Thomas answered blankly, "Piano." There was an awkward silence. Sylvia was sitting close by and heard Thomas’s curt answer, so she glanced over. The surrounding teachers seemed rather at a loss for words, but they refused to give up and asked him again, “Do you only teach them piano in class? Are there any other things you teach them?” To this, Thomas grunted an odd response, “Hm.” The teachers were completely speechless. Sylvia darted another look at Thomas. He was seated very gracefully and
He was seated in a very princely manner with his hands resting on the table. A cold gleam of ice shone in his eyes, but he was not looking at her. Perhaps she had misheard? Sylvia pursed her lips and wondered if she should ask if he was talking to her just now. Her opportunity was lost when several teachers approached her and asked her enthusiastically, “Ms. Sylvia, would you mind sharing some of your insights in painting with us?” Sylvia dismissed the idea of asking Thomas and smiled back at them. "Okay." She took the time to talk with them. Soon, she was entranced by the conversation to a point where she no longer noticed the way the man looked at her only a short distance from her. … Before even realizing it, Sylvia had chatted with them until it was noon. They only wrapped things up after Christopher informed them that it was time for them to get something to eat. Thomas was still sitting near her. Sylvia walked with him and several teachers towards
Isabel trumpeted, "The weather is bad today, so baddie says it’s not safe for us to be outside and sent us back home earlier.” Hearing this, Sylvia nodded with understanding and asked, "Did you have a good time today?" "Mmmm, we went shopping with baddie and ate a lot of delicious food, then we bought a bunch of fun stuff. Oh yeah, Mommy, we even bought you a gift!" With that, Isabel turned and trotted inside. Sylvia observed her curiously. Soon, Isabel returned carrying a large box in hand. Sylvia asked with intrigue, "What's in there?" “You’ll know when you open it!” Isabel said as she handed her the box. After taking it, Sylvia went to the couch and moved the box onto her lap to open it. It contained a music box with a crystal ball attached, and it was glowing luminously like a mysterious orb from a fantasy world. Inside the crystal ball were two little children sitting together. It was apparent that the two children inside were carved in the likeness of Isabe
Liam took out a delicate purple wooden box from his pocket. Sylvia opened it and saw a sunflower-shaped diamond necklace inside. It was crafted with attention to detail and was breathtakingly beautiful. She pursed her lips. Isabel stared at her and asked, "Mommy, we picked this out for you. Do you like it?" Sylvia strained a forced smile. "I love it." “Put it on! Can we can go outside and build a snowman after this?” “Alright, you two wait for me here. I’ll take the music box upstairs for you first.” "Uh-huh." Sylvia picked up the necklace and the music box and went upstairs to her room. She put the crystal ball on the small cabinet next to the bed. Shen then stashed the necklace inside a drawer in the dresser. Although Isabel and Liam were the ones who had picked the necklace out, Odell must have been the one who paid for it. Clearly, it must have cost a fortune. Having divorced him, it was not right for her to wear the things he paid for. After putting it
Later that night, after Sylvia put Isabel and Liam to bed, she went to the living room. Aunt Tonya put her phone down when she saw Sylvia appearing and informed her, “Sylvia, I just talked to Sebastian. He said ever since the divorce, Odell has pretty much always been in the office as long as it is a working day. Sometimes, he even spends the night in his office instead of going home. Even at this hour, he’s still at the office, so there’s no chance that he’s going to be home tomorrow.” Sylvia smiled. “Alright.” Since he was not going to be home, she could bring Isabel and Liam to see Madam Carter. … Meanwhile, in Carter Tower, in the central district of the city, the lights were still turned on inside the office on the top floor. After all his work was done, Odell leaned against his chair and did some reading. Ding ding. His phone suddenly chimed. It was Sebastian calling him. Odell put the phone to his ear. “Sebastian, what's the matter?" he asked. Se
Sebastian darted a look at Aunt Tonya. “I…” Aunt Tonya supplied, “Sebastian, Sylvia is right. We need to head back first. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.” Sebastian glanced in a particular direction upstairs before giving in. "Okay." Sylvia said goodbye to him and walked out with Liam in her arms. Aunt Tonya followed closely with Isabel in her arms. They crossed the yard and went past the gate in no time. Meanwhile, in a bedroom upstairs, a tall man was stalking them near the window. He had a deep and thoughtful look in his eyes as he stared at Sylvia in particular. The sun cast its gentle rays on her slender back, the warmth of the sun making her seem especially delicate. ... The academy would be having their winter break as well. This Thursday was going to be Sylvia’s last class for this semester. After getting up in the morning and having breakfast with the kids and Aunt Tonya, she hugged and kissed the two little guys in turn before informing them, “Lia
After they settled the bill, Sylvia grabbed her coat and walked outside. Thomas followed her. Suddenly, she felt the sensual touch of a finger gliding across her face. Sylvia was startled by this and cast a perplexed look at Thomas. Thomas touched her face again, and this time said in a monotonous voice, "Your face is so red. Did you catch a fever?" Sylvia stammered, "I-I'm fine. Maybe it’s because those dishes are too spicy.” Thomas looked at her warily. "Then, don't eat such spicy things next time.” "Okay." Sylvia looked ahead again. "Let's go back to the academy.” She sped up her pace and widened the gap between the two of them in the blink of an eye. While Thomas stayed where he was, his lips suddenly twitched as he looked at her fading figure. … Sylvia sat in her office for a long time before her face returned to a normal shade. She remembered that when she first married Odell, Thomas still had a thin buildup of baby fat on his face. Now, he was no
Ramona sighed exasperatedly and stared, “He says he’s got this business trip in half a month and won’t be able to make it.” Madam Springsteen frowned sternly. “Even if he’s busy, I’m sure he can make time.” "He’s very career-focused. I can’t persuade him.” “I suppose it’s normal for him to be busy since he has to oversee the operations of a corporation all by himself.” Madam Springsteen considered it for a while and noted, "How about I discuss with the old man and see if we can change the date of the party two days earlier?” Ramona sat up, then she asked with concern, "Will this disrupt your schedule?” Madam Springsteen smiled and said, "No, it’s just two days earlier anyway.” There were two reasons for their return this time. One was to develop their business in Westchester, and the other was to find a prospective partner for her darling granddaughter. Her granddaughter had minimal interest in anyone in Westchester apart from Odell himself. Although Odell was marr
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