Sylvia returned home. Aunt Tonya was curious why she was back home so early today, and she informed her that she had resigned. Aunt Tonya was a little surprised but did not ask why. Although Sylvia had left Tristan’s studio, she still loved wood carving and did not want to give up on the profession. She pulled out the name cards that she had gotten from the ball that she attended with Tristan. All the name cards belonged to the best players in the wood carving industry and they loved her work. Some careful consideration later, she picked a few and sent them her resume. Then, she went out grocery shopping with Aunt Tonya. She planned to make some snacks for the kids when they arrived later. What made her happier was that after the two little rascals arrived, Isabel excitedly said, “Mommy, I heard that the big baddie is working late tonight, and he’s not coming home!” Sylvia’s eyes glowed. She looked at Liam and asked, “Liam, is that true?” Liam grinned. “I called Uncle
Half an hour later, the black supercar parked in front of the Carters’ mansion. Odell came down. The bodyguards got nervous when they saw him. “Master Odell, I thought you were having a meeting? Why are you back so soon?” Odell reacted coldly. He glared at them and asked, “How did you know I was in a meeting?” He did not tell Madam Carter that he was having a meeting; not even the butler knew. The bodyguard was stunned. Tension piled up as he stuttered, “I-I heard it…from someone…” Odell glared at the bodyguard before he strode into the living room. Madam Carter and the butler were chatting with the other servants in the living room. When he came in, everyone was stunned. Even Madam Carter showed nervousness on her face. Odell looked around and asked, “Grandmother, where’s Liam and Isabel?” Madam Carter tightened her lips. “Uh… They went out to play.” Odell frowned. “Where?” “I don’t know. They said they were bored at home, so I told Jacob and Ben to take them o
Liam stared at Odell coldly. Odell looked at Sylvia. Sylvia blinked helplessly before she tried to flatter him by saying, “Odell, you can bring them back, but we just finished making grilled chicken. Can you let them finish first?” She looked at him in anticipation. Odell simply hummed as a reply, which surprised Sylvia as she did not expect him to grant her permission. In order to prevent him from going back on his promise, she quickly said to Isabel and Liam, “Isabel, Liam, sit down and eat.” Isabel and Liam noticed that Odell showed no signs of causing trouble, so they lowered their caution and went back to the table. Sylvia got them their plates and cutlery and was also about to sit down. “Ahem.” The man suddenly grunted. Sylvia looked at him. Odell stood there like a monolith, showing no intention to leave. Some doubts later, she cautiously asked, “Odell, do you want to have some?” Odell had a glance over at the barbecue feast on the table and looked rather s
Odell looked at her and said, “I’m thirsty.” “There’s a water dispenser over there. You can get a cup and pour yourself a glass of water.” Odell did not move and simply stared at her. Sylvia ignored everything about him. Isabel had enough of the awkwardness. She pouted and said, “Big baddie, can’t you move by yourself? Where are your hands and legs?” It was then that Liam got up with his little cup and went over to get some fruit juice. Maybe it was intentional, but he got up slowly, walked over slowly, and got himself more fruit juice slowly. He did everything slower than usual, as if he was trying to show someone how to get a drink.Isabel raised a brow and then said to Odell, “Big baddie, if you don’t know how to get yourself a drink, watch and learn.” Odell could not tolerate the scornful remarks anymore. He got up, poured himself a glass of water, and drained it to the last drop. Then, he turned to the kids and stated, “It’s time to go home.” Isabel grunted. “I’m
“Sylvia, why did you resign?” That was the first thing Tristan asked when the call got through, and anxiety permeated the line.Sylvia calmly replied, “I don’t want to work there anymore.” “I don’t believe you. Is it because Sonia is giving you more trouble?” “No.” “Then, why did you leave?” Sylvia knew that if she did not tell Tristan the truth today, the man would continue to haunt her like a ghost. A quick thought later, she said, “Well, I don’t want to work in your studio anymore.” “You don’t want to work in my studio? Did you resign because of me?” Tristan was in disbelief. “Yes.” “Why?” Sylvia was stunned. She was as straightforward as she could be, but he still did not understand. On the other end of the call, Tristan clutched his phone tightly, his brows furrowed as he said, “Sylvia, tell me. Did you leave because you want to reject me or did Sonia make you do it?” Sylvia tightened her lips. Some words were too hurtful when made verbal, and she knew how i
Every dish had been cooked to perfection, and it even gave Odell a sense of novel happiness with each bite he took. A few seconds of silence later, he said to Tara, “I have something to do later. You can have dinner on your own.” “Odell, I thought you are done with work. Are you going back to have dinner with Isabel and Liam?” she asked. A slight hesitation later, he reluctantly hummed a reply. Tara answered in disappointment, “Okay.” Odell asked, “Do you still have any money on your bank card? I’ll transfer some money over. You can have dinner with your friends and go shopping later. Buy anything that catches your eyes. You don’t need to hold back.” Tara’s eyes shone upon hearing Odell's generosity, but she remained calm and said, “Odell, I still have my own money. You don’t need to transfer any more to me now. I don’t want to always spend your money.” Odell did not say a thing and simply transferred two million to her. …At Sylvia’s place, just when the sun almost di
Warm light shed over the yard. Isabel and Liam never stopped slurping and chewing their food. Although Odell’s stern presence made the atmosphere a lot tenser and quieter, Sylvia still smiled happily when she saw her kids enjoying the food. The only downside to the harmonious atmosphere was the lack of pasta. Sylvia only had a small plate of spaghetti. She then added more to Isabel and Liam’s plate. There was still some in the pot, which was enough for Aunt Tonya and Odell each to have an extra serving. Odell finished his spaghetti in a few bites. He wanted another plate, but he saw Sylvia stop eating and was drinking water. He had a glance at the pot, then he also put his fork and spoon down. He said, “Make more next time.” Sylvia was stunned. She thought he did not have enough, so she said, “There’s still some in the pot.” Odell did not answer. Instead, he started eating the fruits that were prepared. No matter how much he wanted to have another plate, he was not that
Despite being unhappy, Sylvia still bought ingredients for dessert the next day after work. After she prepared all the ingredients for the main dish, she started making dessert: pumpkin cookies and Isabel’s favorite cakes and donuts. In the evening, when Odell came with the kids, Sylvia put the desserts on the table. “Wow! Mommy is the best!” Isabel praised as her eyes shone in delight. Sylvia bent over, and the little girl gave her a kiss on the cheek. Liam also came over and wanted to give his mother a kiss. “Thank you, Mommy.” Sylvia also moved closer to him and let the little boy’s lips touch her cheeks. The interaction between mother and children was intimate and heart-warming. When Sylvia bent over for the kisses, her collar gaped open around her neck, exposing her chest. Odell was standing slightly further away, and he saw right inside. He frowned slightly as the temperature started to rise. He loosened his collar and even gulped nervously. Sylvia kissed the
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