It was too late to regret her earlier decision now and it would be inappropriate for her to leave at this stage. It would also be a terrible idea for her to meet Odell face to face. “Sylvia, I saw Master Carter looking at you,” whispered Simon to her. Sylvia was slightly surprised. “Are you sure you weren’t seeing things?” “My eyesight is very good, so I’m sure of it.” Sylvia remained silent. Even if Odell had been looking at her, there was no way he would have come running over to her.“However, it looks like he’s going over to Master Springsteen with Lily, so I think he’s going to greet the old man,” Simon said. Sylvia pursed her lips. ‘See, I knew he had not come here for me.’ Sylvia lifted her head up and looked in that direction. She was roughly a dozen meters away but due to Odell’s towering figure, she was able to spot him at one glance. However, all she could see was his back. He was standing beside Lily as he talked to Master Springsteen. The two of th
Mr. Carmine turned to the voice, as did Sylvia. Lily was standing about a meter away from the crowd with Odell beside her. The man’s upright figure and handsome looks stood out from the others. When Sylvia turned around, she found him looking at her with his deep gaze. The cold look on his face shielded his thoughts from her. Sylvia locked eyes with him for a second before she looked away. Mr. Carmine smiled and asked, “Lily, are you trying to flatter me?” “Of course not. I’m telling the truth,” Lily said with a smile. Mr. Carmine was over the moon because of the praise. He then shot a displeased gaze at Sylvia, expressing his annoyance. Sylvia frowned. Simon wanted to step up to defend her. He disliked the man’s attitude and wanted to comment on his painting as well but Sylvia stopped him. She then said to Mr. Carmine, “Ms. Springsteen is right. Your painting is impressive, it’s me who is short-sighted.” Only then did Mr. Carmine give her a slight smile. “You’re
“It’s not necessary. I know what level she’s at,” Master Springsteen said. Odell’s entrance into the rest area caught Master Springsteen’s attention. With a polite nod to Master Springsteen, Odell then sat down on the other side of the couch. Master Springsteen glanced at him a few times before continuing to sip on his tea. …As soon as Lily started painting, the hall quieted down. Sylvia, Simon and Christopher left the crowd and sat down, but Christopher’s extroverted side soon drew him back to the crowd. Sylvia continued to sit with Simon.“Sylvia, are you alright?” Simon asked. Earlier, Ramona had been mocking Sylvia about her status as an ex-wife. Then, Mr. Carmine had given her a hard time. Even as a bystander, Simon had not been able to stand the insults, let alone the victim herself. Sylvia pursed her lips and said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” She had been able to put up with the insults so far. Simon felt relieved after seeing her relaxed expression. It was
Sylvia pursed her lips. To be honest, anyone from the Westchester Art Association could do better than her. But if Sylvia chose to be honest, she would definitely make Lily unhappy. As Sylvia was pondering how to resolve this dilemma, Christopher stepped in with a smile, “Ah, naturally Ms. Springsteen’s skills are on par with the professionals.” Lily looked at Sylvia excitedly, “Really?” “Yeah, really,” was Sylvia’s stilted reply.Lily smiled brightly. Before Sylvia could breathe a sigh of relief, Lily added, “Ms. Ross, I heard that your paintings are hard to find. Why don’t you do a demonstration for us and enlighten us with your skills?” The hall quieted down once again as everyone turned their attention to Sylvia. Sylvia was stunned. She choked on her words for a few seconds before she successfully uttered a full sentence. “Ms. Springsteen is too kind, but I don’t have any inspiration now. Perhaps another time?” “It’s you who’s being humble, Ms. Ross. You are the fa
The hall went quiet for a while. Shortly after Sylvia had started painting, some people in the crowd gasped.Several people started to grumble and some started to whisper. “What is this?” “It’s a blob of black. Even my dog can paint better than her.” “Isn’t she a famous artist? Is that all she’s got?” “God knows. Ms. Springsteen is a lot better than her, yet she calls herself a master artist.” Surrounded by the crowd, Sylvia was standing stiffly in front of the table with the brush in her hand. She had only painted a black blob on the paper before her. There was no pattern and no shapes to it whatsoever. She had no idea what to paint and while she was struggling with her thoughts, she had heard the crowd commenting on her skills. Everyone mocked her and belittled her for her poor performance. Their words woke her up from her trance. Then, when she saw what she had drawn on the paper, the brush fell from her hand. Her limbs went cold and her body stiffened. The
Master Springsteen came over with the help of his assistant. He shot a fierce glance at Ramona and Madam Springsteen before he scanned the crowd coldly. “Sylvia and Simon are my guests and you people insulted them in front of me? Are any of you unhappy with me?” The few of them from the crowd who insulted Sylvia and Simon immediately looked down in shame. The others shut their mouths and put on a serious look. Then, Master Springsteen looked at Sylvia and Simon. He said with a sigh, “I’m sorry about this.” Simon answered, “Master Springsteen, it’s not you who insulted us, it’s them. You don’t need to apologize on behalf of them.” Christopher then stepped in and said, “Master Springsteen, Simon had always been a straightforward person. Please excuse his frankness.” “It’s fine. He’s right.” Master Springsteen then looked at Sylvia. As the harsh criticism faded, Sylvia’s emotion returned to normal for a bit and when she sensed Master Springsteen’s gaze, she regrouped her
Odell hummed a reply. “Can I trouble you to give me a ride? Grandmother and Aunt Ramona left already and I don’t have a ride,” she said as she quivered in the breeze. Odell frowned in annoyance. It was then several figures opposite the road came under the street lamp, and one of them was Sylvia. The car that came to pick them up stopped in front of them. Sylvia got into the car first and then Christopher and Simon followed. The car drove away after that. The car was left in the direction of Sylvia’s place, so it was likely that they were sending her home. Odell’s frosty look eased up. He retracted his gaze and said to Lily, “Come with me.” Lily curled her lips and followed him. The driver soon drove the car around. Odell got into the rear seat and Lily sat beside him. She had a peek at his handsome face, but it was cold and expressionless, similar to when he was still inside the event hall. Lily believed that after seeing Sylvia painted worse than her and being
Meanwhile, another black MPV cruised on the road smoothly and arrived at the Springsteen family’s mansion in less than 20 minutes. “Master Carter, thank you for sending me home,” Lily said with a sweet smile. “You’re welcome,” he answered coldly. Lily noticed the grumpy look and she assumed it was because of Sylvia’s embarrassment, so she got out of the car without saying anything. “Goodnight, Master Carter.” Lily waved at him and then headed into the house. The car drove away as soon as she walked in. It was quiet inside the car. The man’s eyes were glued to the front and his expression was frosty as usual. He had a glance at his watch. It had been 20-plus minutes since they left the hotel and since that woman was living near the Art Academy, she should have gotten home by now. He took his phone out and texted her. The last message he received from her was her updating him about the kids’ homework. A few seconds of hesitation later, he started typing. “Are yo
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