“Shouldn’t Sebastian and the others be at Carter residence? Are they here because they miss the kids?” While Sylvia was baffled by the surprise visit, a black MPV drove over from next door and stopped in front of her gate. She knew at first glance it was Odell’s personal car. Isabel also recognized it. She moved her short legs and ran to the gate before she shouted, “Baddie! Are you going to work?!” The door opened and Odell’s towering figure emerged from within. He carried the little girl into his arms and said, “Yeah, I’m going now.” Isabel pouted. “You don’t want to eat breakfast?” “I had breakfast.” “Oooh, okay.” The girl protruded her lips, seemingly unwilling to part with her father. Odell patted her head. “Go play. I’ll come back and have dinner with you guys.” He then put the girl down. Then, the man looked up to the second floor, where Sylvia’s room was. Their gaze met mid-air and Sylvia immediately turned around to avoid it. Odell grinned. He shot a
The house looked almost the same as hers. The interior and the decoration followed a minimalistic yet luxurious design style. It did not seem like it had just finished renovation. ‘Did he buy the house fully furnished?’ Madam Carter’s room was located on the first floor, where it faced the east. When Sylvia walked into the room, Liam was beside the bed and Isabel was on the bed, blabbering next to Madam Carter’s ears. “Great-grandma, Liam and I will be able to come to see you every day. Wakey, wakey…” The two of them were adorable and obedient. Sylvia’s gaze shifted. She stood by the door for a while before she went inside. …At night, Sylvia prepared dinner with Aunt Tonya as usual. Both Isabel and Liam were in the living room. For some reason, the girl did not come into the kitchen tonight, not even once. She would usually come in a few times to mess around. Sylvia was not overly bothered by her absence. When dinner was ready, she walked out of the kitchen an
“Who are you talking to?” All of a sudden, the man’s gruff voice came from above her. Startled, Sylvia vented her annoyance at him. “It’s none of your business.” The moment the words escaped her mouth, she realized she was not speaking in the right tone. She immediately looked at Isabel and saw the girl snoozing on the couch. Sylvia had a glance at the boy beside her. The boy was not asleep but he was carried away by the book, seemingly uninterested in his parents’ conversation. She sighed a breath of relief. Without further concealing her feelings, she glared at Odell. Odell was looking at her with a bewitching grin. Sylvia wished she could scold him out loud but she had to hold back urge and chose to whisper her reminder instead, “It’s getting late. You should go back and rest.” “Good night.” The man then strode out of the house without pause. Sylva stared at his figure as he left her sight. Her brows strangely furrowed. At the end of the day, Odell only c
Sylvia was rendered speechless by his words. She disliked his condescending tone but he did save her. Had she fallen, she would either have broken a leg or at least been bruised. Sylvia quietly walked away and continued decorating the living room. Odell stood there and stared at her back for a moment before he went out. The morning went by without any more accidents. The entire house was in a festive mood. Later in the afternoon, two chefs came from next door and prepared for the New Year's eve feast at night. When it was time for dinner, a feast was prepared at the table. Isabel was drooling over the food. Odell came in when dinner was served. The moment his towering figure appeared, Isabel ran over to him and he carried the girl into his arms. Isabel stared at the alluring food on the table and mumbled, “Baddie, I’m hungry. Let’s eat!” Odell carried the girl to the table and sat her down. He then shot a deep gaze at Sylvia and said, “Let’s eat.” He would c
At midnight, the New Year arrived with a bang. At Lake Victoria Villa, where Tara lived, the house was in total darkness except for a lamp in the living room. The dim light revealed the messy interior. Other than the necessary furniture, all the branded and luxurious items were gone. Tara wore her newly bought coat and was drinking on the couch. Then, a series of footsteps came from outside the door. Tara turned around and saw a tall figure and a handsome, but cold, face. She felt like she saw the man before but the frosty eyes made her shy away. Tara nervously looked away and cautiously asked, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Thomas stopped in front of her and looked at her. “Do you want to regain your old life?” Tara’s eyes gleamed. Of course, she wanted her old life back. After cutting ties with Odell, all she wished for was to return to her extravagant and lavish life. Although she was still able to fill her stomach and wear new clothes, almost all th
Thomas looked at her in silence. No wonder his brother treated Tara so special. She saved his life before. Though it was difficult for him to picture a weak woman like her saving Odell from a bunch of professional hitters. Tara then looked at him. “I’ve told you everything. How are you doing to help me?” “You’ll receive a text in two days. Just follow the instructions.” Thomas then turned around and walked outside. Tara stared at his back. Before he could step outside, she held him back. “Wait!” Thomas paused. “Can you tell me who you are?” she asked. The answer she got was Thomas leaving quicker than before and the chilly breeze from the night. Tara frowned. She suddenly thought about what her mother, Melanie, said when she first arrived. Melanie mentioned that there was someone powerful supporting her to separate Sylvia and Odell. Melanie also mentioned that the particular someone was mysterious but also handsome. She refused to reveal too many details as she
There was a restaurant with a hundred years of history in the Old District and it had almost all the specialties of Westchester City. To dine at the restaurant, one would need to book one month in advance. Tonight, the place was bought out by someone. That someone was none other than Odell. He would come to this restaurant every New Year to have dinner with his peers and seniors from the extended Carter family. It was a social gathering for the family members and also a chance for each of them to maintain their relationship. He attended the dinner like every other year and when he arrived, most of the Carter extended family members were already there. The seniors were sitting up front while the juniors, or his peers, were at the back. Odell greeted each of the seniors before he followed them up into the room on the second floor. The dishes tasted as good as always and the family members talked to him about more or less the same thing. After a few drinks, one of the se
The driver practiced martial arts, so he was able to fend off the gangsters by aiming a kick at each of them. Realizing that they were no match for the driver even if they teamed up, the gangsters shot a resentful gaze at Tara before they fled. Then, the driver helped Tara up. When Tara realized it was Odell’s driver who had saved her, an expression of surprise showed on her face as she looked at the car with tear-filled eyes. “Odell…” she said as she choked back a sob.Odell continued to sit inside the car with his signature frosty look on his face.The driver had not received any further orders from his boss, so he could not do anything else even if he wanted. He said to Tara, “Ms. Avery, it’s getting late. Please go home.” He then let go of her hand, intending on returning to the car. However, as soon as he let her go, Tara fell onto her side with a thud. With the front light of the car shining upon her pale face and her closed eyes, she looked so weak that it looked
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