'Damn it! Who dares to play games with me?'Troy slammed his fist on the table in front of him, his face darkening as anger surged through him. His chest heaved with each breath, and the certainty grew within him that the destruction of his company was an inside job. Someone who knew his business intimately was responsible, though he had only one suspect in mind. But there could be others involved as well."I need to prove this myself," Troy muttered, grabbing his coat and car keys. He stormed out of the high-rise building, where he rented an entire floor for his company.The house he was staying in wasn't far from the office. Within fifteen minutes, he arrived home, where several household staff were employed."Good evening, Mr. Peterson. Dinner is ready," one of the staff members greeted him as he entered.Troy only nodded as he made his way to his room.His gaze fell on a large painting that dominated one wall of the bedroom. It was a ritual for him to look at it every time he
Crash!"Ah!" Sarah screamed as the glass she was holding suddenly slipped from her grasp. The ceramic glass shattered into pieces on the kitchen floor.'What a bad omen. Did something happen to Troy?' Sarah stood frozen, staring at the shards scattered near her feet. Out of nowhere, her heart began to race. She had gone to the kitchen to get a drink, but suddenly, her thoughts turned to Troy. Her chest tightened, her hands trembled, and the glass slipped from her fingers."It's fine, ma'am. Let me clean that up." One of the housekeepers appeared, having heard the sound of breaking glass. She bent down near Sarah, with a broom in hand."Would you like a drink, ma'am? Let me get it for you," another housekeeper offered as she approached Sarah, who was still deep in thought.Sarah snapped back to reality, looking at the two housekeepers."I'm sorry, please bring me a glass of water to my room.""Yes, ma'am."Sarah turned and walked back to her room, thinking it might be best to ca
"Are you seriously thinking about going to the States?" Carrie stared at Sarah in disbelief. Their lunch had been momentarily interrupted when Sarah suddenly mentioned wanting to follow Troy.Sarah shifted her gaze, her expression anxious. She set the spoon in her hand down on the edge of her plate."I honestly don't know what else to do. It's been three days now, and I can't get in touch with my own husband. I have no idea if he's okay." Sarah's big eyes began to mist over as she fought back tears."Drink this first." Carrie handed Sarah a glass of guava juice, hoping it would help calm her down.Sarah took the glass and sipped it slowly."Have you tried contacting any of his family or someone else over there?" Carrie asked again."I have." Sarah's voice was hoarse, and Carrie looked at her friend with sympathy as she waited for Sarah to continue. Meanwhile, Carrie resumed eating her lunch."I called his grandfather. But... It seemed like he was hiding something. I wasn't allow
"Who are you really?" Derrick asked, eyeing the man in the light brown suit with suspicion.The man chuckled. "Relax, there's no need to worry about being kidnapped. Besides, what makes you think you're important enough to be kidnapped?"Derrick grunted in frustration but deep down, he knew the stranger had a point."I'll explain everything in the car," the man continued.Derrick gave the man a wary look but ultimately decided to go along. The hardships he was facing left him with little choice.'Maybe the pay is good,' he thought as he stepped into the white SUV.Derrick watched the scenery pass by as they drove north. His thoughts drifted to Kendall and their child, who hadn't eaten since morning.He wondered how he had ended up back with Kendall. He should have gone back to Sarah, but he knew that Sarah would never take him back. Troy Peterson was no match for him. Derrick had felt sorry for Kendall when she showed up crying, looking almost like a street beggar, with a thin
"Money? Is this really money, Derrick?" Kendall's eyes widened as she saw the bills spill out from the brown envelope."What did you think it was? French fries?" Derrick snapped, irritated."Now we're talking! I can finally buy some skincare and nice clothes," Kendall added as she eagerly gathered the bills that had scattered on the floor."Don't even think about it! And don't be wasteful! This money is for food and rent. Set some aside for emergencies. Chloe is still young. If she suddenly gets sick, we need to have some savings," Derrick warned, glaring at Kendall."Derrick, you haven't changed. You're still stingy!" Kendall muttered as she walked over to the cupboard to store the money in the envelope.Derrick could only sigh in frustration, watching Kendall's behavior, which always managed to get under his skin.That night, Derrick decided to drink tea and eat leftover rice with the crackers on the table. Meanwhile, Kendall bought takeout for herself and Chloe.Derrick thoug
"What's the matter? Or if you're hesitant, never mind. I'll be on my way!" said Derrick, turning away.Sarah glanced at her watch briefly."Okay, fine. Just take me there quickly!"Derrick smiled at Sarah's response. He took the car keys from Sarah and quickly got into the driver's seat. Meanwhile, Sarah chose to sit in the back seat."Why are you driving yourself? Where's your driver?" Derrick asked as he sped up, knowing she was in a hurry."I assigned Joshua to pick up Gillian," Sarah replied briefly without turning around. She sent a message to Carrie, letting her know she might be a bit late."You should have a personal driver. Don't drive yourself. It's dangerous if something like this happens again, especially if you're coming home late at night."Sarah didn't respond to Derrick's remark, but she silently acknowledged that he might be right. Maybe she would reconsider."We're here," Derrick said as they arrived at the lobby of Sarah's company."Thank you. Just leave the
"Have you got Troy's wife's personal phone number yet?" Diego spoke to someone over the phone.A few hours ago, the doctor asked again about Troy's closest family members, but Diego still hadn't been able to obtain Sarah's phone number. Then, one of his trusted men contacted him."Good. Send it to me right away!" Diego replied.Diego quickly saved the phone number of the woman named Sarah. He wanted to contact her immediately, but he was worried that Sarah wouldn't believe him.Diego approached Troy, who was still unconscious. According to the doctor, Troy's internal injuries were starting to heal, and he had passed the critical phase. They were just waiting for him to wake up.Diego asked the doctor for permission to take a few photos of Troy."Maybe with these, she'll believe me," he muttered after thanking the doctor."Sir, the company needs you right now. Another investor has pulled out. The company is on the verge of bankruptcy." Someone approached Diego.Diego cursed unde
"What's wrong, Gillian? Who do you want to send away?" Sarah looked at her daughter in confusion as she suddenly ran into the living room."I don't want to see him again. I'm scared!" Gillian cried out again.Sarah finally understood when she turned to see Derrick standing on the porch with a sad expression. Sarah felt sorry for Gillian being so scared, but she knew she had to address the trauma her daughter was still dealing with.Slowly, Sarah approached Gillian."Sweetheart, that's your father."Gillian shook her head rapidly."I don't want a mean daddy. He's a bad person. Get Prince inside, Mommy. He might hurt him too!" Gillian's cries grew louder and more frantic, clearly audible to Derrick.It wasn't easy to erase the trauma that had taken hold of Gillian since two years ago. Sarah couldn't stand to see the sudden paleness on Gillian's face.After instructing all the housekeepers and babysitters carrying Prince to go inside, Sarah decided to step outside to talk to Derri