Surprised, Tristan looked at Tara and asked, “How did you know she resigned?” Sylvia and Tara were barely acquaintances given their relationship, so she would never tell the lady about her resignation. Tara sighed. “I heard some news.” Then, she pulled out her phone from her bag and showed Tristan the pictures she sneakily snapped at Elysian House the other day without Odell’s knowledge. The picture showed Sylvia sitting at a table with Catherine, Tristan’s mother. Tristan grabbed her phone and zoomed in. A closer look later, he nervously asked, “Where did you get this picture? Why is Sylvia sitting together with my mother?” “I accidentally ran into them at Elysian House the other day, and I heard Mrs. Ledger wanted to give her money to make her leave your studio.” Tristan frowned. He asked, “My mother really spoke to Sylvia about this?” Tara looked into his eyes. “Why should I lie to you? I was in the other room that day, and I overheard it with my own ears.” Tristan
Sylvia was once again stunned. Questions filled her mind. She pushed him and asked, “Tristan, put me down! Let’s talk!” Tristan giggled and put her down. Excitement lingered on his face as he stared at her. It made Sylvia lose the thought of rejecting him using the harshest words possible. Curious, she asked, “Tristan, I thought I made myself clear on the phone. Why are you here talking to me about all this?” “I know everything.” He acted like he really knew everything. “What do you know?” “You resigned because my mother got to you and forced you to.” Tristan then put his hand over her head and caressed her hair. “You rejected me with all those harsh words on the phone because of my mother, am I right?” Sylvia was rendered speechless. She did not resign because of that. “Tristan, what I said to you over the phone is all real. Mrs. Ledger did come to me, but I did not resign because of her.” “You don’t need to explain anymore. I understand.” Sylvia did not know what
Odell furrowed his brows. It was still not time to clock out and he disliked people from his private life visiting his workplace. However, knowing that it had been days since he spent time with her, he said to Cliff, “Bring her in.” “Yes, sir.” A few minutes later, Tara came in in a fitted dress with an intricate box in her hands. “Odell, are you busy right now? Am I interrupting?” she asked softly. Odell put the documents down on the table. “It’s okay.” She went up to his desk and put the dessert she brought for him. “Odell, these are the desserts I got from a famous bakery. I’ve been queuing for an hour for this. Have a taste.” “I’m not hungry now. I’ll try them later. Why are you here?” he asked. “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just that it’s been a few days since I've seen you and I missed you.” Tara then went behind him and put her hands over his shoulder, giving him a gentle massage. Odell tightened his lips. “It’s been quite hectic lately.” The look on Tara’s face sl
Sylvia came home early today with a bunch of hot pot ingredients and started preparing with Aunt Tonya. With the hot pot soup base, the meat, and the meatballs that Isabel loved, the preparation took them a full five hours. When it was almost time for the kids to come over, Sylvia took her apron off, dragged the table and chairs to the yard, and waited for them to arrive. However, no one came even after the sky turned dark. Sylvia looked at her watch. It was almost an hour past the time that they were supposed to arrive. Worried, she called Isabel’s phone but could not get through. She then called Liam, but the phone was turned off. Then, she called Jacob, the bodyguard. Two dial tones later, the call got through. "Jacob, are Isabel and Liam back from school?” Jacob froze for two seconds before he said, “The two of them are already back home.” He sounded evasive and conflicted. “Why didn’t they come over today?” “Umm…” Jacob sighed. “Ms. Ross, Master Carter said
"I’m here to see Odell Carter,” Sylvia announced. The receptionist was caught off guard when Sylvia mentioned Odell’s full name. He asked, “Do you have an appointment?” “I’m his ex-wife. Call him and tell him I want to see him. If he doesn’t want to see me, I’m not leaving.” The receptionist was surprised once again. He quickly went behind the reception desk and made the necessary calls. Sylvia waited on the spot. She had to get an answer today. If Odell really called security on her, she would definitely fight them off. She was his ex-wife anyway, and she did not work in the same building. If things went out of hand, it would only embarrass him, not her. Two minutes later, the receptionist approached her with a smile. “Miss, Assistant Bogard is coming down. He will bring you up to Mr. Carter.” The cold look on Sylvia's face softened a bit. “Thank you.” Soon, Cliff came out from the elevator. “Mrs… Ms. Ross. This way please,” he said with a smile. Sylvia followed hi
Sylvia was shocked when she found out. “He’s not eating?” Odell did not answer. The stony expression on his face was basically telling her to stop her pretense. Sylvia recalled how Tristan looked when he had come to her yesterday. He seemed slimmer and rather weak, and it was a surprise to her that starvation was the reason for that. She had no idea he could go down the extreme path, and neither would she have instigated him to do so. She looked at Odell and said, “I've rejected him many times now. I don’t care whether you believe me or not, but I never instigated him to stop eating so that he could convince his parents.” Her eyes widened in determination. Odell was surprised for a moment. Then, he regained his stern face and said, “If you really rejected him, he wouldn’t have gone on a hunger strike against his parents.” Sylvia did not know why Tristan chose to be stubborn and extreme. It even confused her feelings for him. Feeling helpless, she insisted, “Odell, I’m t
Odell bellowed, “You have three seconds to get off me!” While grinning, Sylvia clung on even tighter and said, “No!” “You…” His voice grew heavier. Sylvia was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, his handsome face moved closer to hers. He stuck his lips to hers. The man’s dominating presence assaulted her, and his scent gushed into her nose and filled her mind. The intimacy made her freeze for a few seconds. Then, she regained her composure and tried to push him away. However, the stronger she pushed, the tighter he sealed his lips on hers. She kept on struggling until she lost her balance and stumbled. Thud! She fell onto the couch, and Odell’s rigid body came collapsing on her. He hovered above her, looking into her eyes with a mischievous gaze. “I think you aren't actually here for the kids. You are here to seduce me.” Sylvia blushed. Annoyed, she said, “I’m here to see the kids!” He grinned. “Then, why are you hugging me?” “I don’t want you th
After they hugged, Sherry asked in annoyance, “Syl! Since when did you come back? Why didn’t you tell me?” Sylvia tried to force a smile. “I tried calling you several times, but I couldn't get through. Your social media accounts are all private as well, so I simply couldn’t find you.” Sherry awkwardly scratched her head. “Oh my, I actually ran into some trouble back then and I forgot to tell you.” Sylvia knew Sherry would not simply change her phone number and delete her social media accounts. Something must have happened. She asked, “What's going on?” “It’s history. I've forgotten all about it.” She put her hand around Sylvia’s shoulder and continued, “Come on, tell me. When did you come back?” Sylvia knew Sherry wanted to leave it out of the conversation, so she simply did not press on the topic. She continued her walk with Sherry and said, “I’ve been back for some time now.” She briefly told Sherry what happened after she brought Isabel back. Sherry also updated her fr
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