There was an indescribable, menacing look hidden beneath John’s smile as he walked outside. Peter stayed right behind him and informed, “Sir, that’s Master Carter’s wife.” "Sylvia Ross, I believe?” "Yes, I looked up her information. That’s her full name.” John chuckled softly. Peter seemed perplexed by this reaction. "What are you laughing at?" "It's nothing." He glowered, “Hire ten more men and send them to her place.” Peter's expression changed and he replied, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."...Meanwhile, Sylvia quickly made her way to the penthouse suite. Cliff was just sorting out the documents when Sylvia showed up. He greeted her with a polite smile, "Madam, welcome back.” Sylvia returned an easy smile and asked, "Where's Odell?” “Master Carter is in the study." "Is he busy?" “No.” A voice came from the study. Sylvia turned in the direction of the study and saw Odell stepping out of the study with an affectionate look inside his eyes.
With this in mind, Sylva confronted Odell and insisted adamantly. "I don't want to shop anymore. If you still want to shop, just take Jacob with you and go shopping by yourself." She did not try to duck from his gaze after saying this and maintained the same stubborn look on her face. Odell narrowed his eyes. "Sylvia?" She ignored him. "Sylvia?" he asked again, his voice growing deeper this time. "What?” she asked in a grumpy manner. He chuckled softly and conceded. “Alright, no more shopping. Let's go back." Something gleamed in Sylvia’s eyes. He smiled tenderly and stretched a hand toward her to offer her to take it. Sylvia pursed her lips and put her hand on his. Jacob put everything they bought in the car. Meanwhile, the couple went to a nearby street known for its large variety of street food vendors to find something to eat. With his dress suit and amazing looks, Odell stood out like a sore thumb among the crowd. He looked like a fantasy chara
Sylvia barely managed to take a step when Odell grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her into his arms. “Look at you, you’re jealous. What do you want for dinner?" he said with a charming look in his eyes. She felt her cheeks burning red hot. “You’re the jealous one!” He patted her head and asked again patiently, “Hotpot or street food?” She pouted and decided. "Hotpot." “Alright." ... After they finished their dinner, it was nearly ten. By the time they got back to the hotel, it was midnight already. Sylvia had been yawning even when they were on the way back to the hotel. The moment they walked back into their suite, Odell patted her head gently and told her, “Use the bathroom inside the bedroom. I’ll use the one outside.” “Okay.” Sylvia grunted with a tint of sleepiness before going to the bathroom inside the bedroom. The shower turned out to wash away her sleepiness. She suddenly remembered that there was only one bedroom in the suite.
Sylvia answered with a soft grunt, sounding slightly embarrassed. She never had a habit of sleeping in and was never expecting herself to wake up so late. Odell got up and approached her. Then he ruffled her tousled hair. “Take a shower. We’re going to eat later.” She asked, "Have you eaten yet?" He answered with composure, "I had breakfast. I haven't had lunch yet." “Okay.” At least he had breakfast. She quickly went to the bathroom to shower and changed into a set of clean clothes before joining Odell. They went to the restaurant connected to the hotel. They entered and chose a seat next to the window. They had a view of the mountains from the window seat. It was a wonderful scenery to dine over. Sylvia thought about her appointment with Zach later that afternoon and asked nonchalantly, "Do you have any plans this afternoon?" "Well, I’m attending this event." Odell shot her a look. "Would you like to go with me?" Sylvia turned down the offer. "
Why did Jacob have to phrase it like she was doing something criminal in meeting Zach? She took a deep breath and announced sternly, “There are some important matters I need to settle with him.” Jacob did not budge. He would not start the car until Sylvia had told him the truth. Sylvia had no choice. “I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell Odell.” Jacob agreed. “I won’t inform Master Carter about this as long as it’s not something scandalous.” Sylvia jerked her lips to the side. She would have punched Jacob right then and there if not for his long-time service to Odell. “Do you remember a good friend of mine called Sherry?” Jacob recognized the name. “Yes, I’ve met Miss Sherry a few times.” That made it easier for Sylvia to explain things. “She’s kept locked up in John’s villa, the same one that Madam Stockton is going to host a party at later. Zach is going to be there as well and he’s going to help get inside.” Jacob frowned. "Why is Master Stockton doing thi
Sylvia followed him into a large cloakroom.The closets were filled with brand new clothes, probably all prepared by his mother for his future wife. There were a lot of clothes and jewelry that were still unopened in their boxes.Zach opened a wardrobe dedicated to luxury dresses and let her pick at will.Naturally, she could not just pick one. She was embarrassed enough at having him help her so much.Furthermore, her goal today was to sneak in with him to find Sherry, so she would just dress appropriately.She took out a simple light pink skirt that cinched at the waist.After changing, she went out of the cloakroom, where Zach was waiting for her. "How do I look?"Zach glanced at her up and down. "It's good, but you still have to put on makeup."There was a dressing table to the side."Okay, give me a moment." Sylvia sat down and started applying makeup in front of the mirror.She worked quickly and blew her hair, then stood up and asked him, "Is this enough?"Zach looked
The men were instantly disappointed.However, they soon recovered their composure and teased, "I've never seen such a beautiful woman in Glanchester before. Where did you find her?""Yeah, hurry up and tell us.""..."Zach looked at Sylvia, whose thoughts were obviously preoccupied. Her eyes were looking around.He said, "We met in Westchester City.""I see. Which part of Westchester is she from?"Zach showed an unhappy expression. "Are you trying to interrogate her?"As soon as he said that, the two other men quickly scolded the man who had just spoken."Exactly. What has it got to do with you where Ms. Ross is from?""If Ms. Ross is your type, you can go to Westchester to find another one yourself.""..."The women accompanying them rolled their eyes, and one lady even directly turned her head and left in anger.The men who saw this stopped teasing Zach and quickly went to chase after their dates.Zach and Sylvia found a place to settle down.Sylvia let go of his arm a
After they went far away, Sylvia got up and walked out.She walked in the direction they came from and headed further in.The further she went, the quieter it became, most likely because people went to the front grounds. She could even clearly hear the sounds of birds chirping.After a while, she saw a courtyard behind a wall, blocked by a group of bodyguards.The courtyard was similar to the ones she saw along the way here, but it was obviously much larger than the others. Furthermore, the walls were quite high, so she could not climb over them.This courtyard should be long to John and was where he locked up Sherry.Sylvia narrowed her eyes and looked over at the group of bodyguards.Each of them was strong and sturdy. It was clear that they were trained.She probably could not beat a single one of them.How was she supposed to get in?...Meanwhile, in a bedroom deep in the property.The door and windows were closed, the light was dim, and the air still smelled like 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