"Miss Clarissa, I've done it." Behind the stage, Jordan overheard Raisa's phone conversation. Hearing Clarissa's name, he furrowed his brow. He felt something was wrong with them. "I'm sure Clarissa is planning something. This can't be ignored. Clarissa is not an ordinary person, I have to investigate her." He muttered. Jordan rubbed his head. Raisa's words made him suspicious. But he needed proof and certainty about his suspicions. Jordan's company sales had plummeted drastically. The decline was also sharp, investors were starting to withdraw their funds. However, Jordan couldn't find the cause. His phone vibrated. An unknown number with the area code Values. "Hello?" He answered, his voice tense. "Mr. Jordan?" The voice on the other end whispered. "I have important information, it's about Miss Clarissa. It turns out she's the one who's been bankrupting your company." "Who are you?" Jordan asked, furrowing his brow, curiosity gnawing at his heart. "Me?" A chuckle came from t
"Don't think for a second that I'll be impressed and forgive you just like that..." The voice, coming from nowhere, made Clarissa's face turn pale. "Who is it? Is that you, Jordan? Show yourself!" As Clarissa looked around frantically, she was shown a video call from the screen of her laptop, now facing her. Jordan... "What do you mean?" Seeing Clarissa's reaction, Jordan's figure in the video call burst into laughter. "You can't even guess, let me tell you." He deliberately paused his words, making people curious. "I'll make your fate the same as the condition of my company now, I'll even make you live in the underworld!" His words were so cruel! Jordan was still grinning and continued. "And you have to know, that tomorrow you will face hellfire!" Clarissa slid back, trembling incessantly. On the laptop screen, she saw a man with sharp facial features. His eyebrows and eyes, which were the reason why she could like Jordan, but was there no hope for her now? Clarissa looked at
Clara stepped into the familiar yet foreign elite mansion, her two sons at her side, their presence drawing curious stares from the gathered crowd. The atmosphere was starkly different from six years ago, when she was greeted with cheerful smiles by the servants and even the housekeepers. Lara quickly brushed aside the memories of the past and opened her eyes wide, taking in the scene of mourning that mirrored her own grief. A casket stood in the center of the room, its occupant, the man who had been a pillar of support throughout her childhood, now laid still and lifeless. Clara's tears flowed freely, Lucas and Louis mirroring her sorrow. Jessica, standing beside her with a scowl, broke the silence. "Finally, you're back. I wonder if you only returned after Grandpa passed away." She said, arms crossed over her chest. Clara took a deep breath and looked at Jessica, trying to remain composed. "It's been a long time, but you're still the same. Are you twisting the facts? Don't start
"Raisa, you came too? How did you know I was here?"Catching her breath, Raisa replied, "We can talk later. Come with me for a moment, let's talk outside..."Without Clara's consent, she was pulled out of the house. Raisa looked at her seriously. "I came to tell you some bad news!"Her serious expression piqued Clara's curiosity. "News?""Yes, Clarissa... Clarissa has just been..." Raisa was too distraught to continue, but she couldn't bear to leave Clara hanging. "...found dead. Suicide.""What?" Clara narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "You're not making this up, are you? A woman like her wouldn't do something so foolish."Raisa sighed, her face etched with grief. "You don't believe me? Her body was found at the bottom of a ravine. Authorities concluded it was suicide.""What?" Clara was shocked and curious. "Why would she do something so drastic?" Clara raised her voice.Raisa shrugged. "I don't know. I'm surprised too. A prominent businesswoman like Miss Clarissa, found dead at the
"Mr. Jordan Halle, I've been hearing about the embezzlement scandal that Clarissa committed. And your company was one of the victims, yet you look fine. Maybe there's something going on between you two…" "Whatever you say, but after the competition winners are announced, I'll hold a press conference…" "But CEO Jordan, your credibility will fall." Raisa spoke up after listening to their conversation. "No! The press conference must be held." After speaking, Jordan stood up from his chair. "Coincidentally, I agree with you," Simon smiled mysteriously, "I hope your name is on the list of competition winners." Before leaving, he glanced at Raisa. If you think about it, Jordan did look relaxed and carefree. Could what Simon, the musician, said be true? Raisa was lost in thought. "Hey, what are you thinking about? Let's go." Raisa obediently followed her boss back to the competition venue… From the front row seats, Simon saw two people who had just arrived sitting side by side
As the murmurs of agreement towards Raisa's words filled the room, Emma lowered her head. Raisa was right; Jordan was indeed unconscious in the video. The people started to curse at her with harsh words. "Hey, what are you waiting for? Get out of there before the reporters arrive!" Emma looked hesitant and stiff. She looked at Simon, hoping for protection, but the man remained silent, realizing his plan to bring Jordan down had completely failed. "Mr. Simon Alexander, where are you going?" Emma tried to stop her boss and partner as he walked away. Unfortunately, the man didn't respond. He hadn't been paid for his work. After all, he worked for money! Jordan, although this incident had been troubling, was relieved by Raisa's defense after clearing his name. He looked at Emma coldly, with no sympathy left as he ran out of the building with a pale face. Tringg… The ringing of a call came from Jordan's phone. "Mr. Halle, a woman is causing a commotion in the office lobby." Jordan mon
Emma cruelly produced the exact same badge as the one in Emily's photo, unsettling Jordan. "This badge... where did you get it?" Jordan's voice trembled, a stark contrast to Emma's sinister laughter. "It was found near Miss Clarissa's body at the cliff edge where she was discovered dead." "Impossible! This is a trap. You're setting me up, and besides, this isn't admissible evidence. Do you know why?" Jordan argued, seemingly finding unexpected courage. "Every object has fingerprints." Emma's gaze sharpened. "Not evidence? Then how do you explain the badge, Jordan? That badge is only worn by members of 'Black Eagle,' a notoriously ruthless group involved in various crimes. This means you're one of them, am I wrong?" Jordan fell silent. The 'Black Eagle's' reputation was abysmal. His past membership in the group was a mistake he deeply regretted, a mistake threatening to destroy his life. "I... I've left the group," he whispered. "Left?" Emily scoffed. "Do you think we'll believe
Jordan emerged from the tense situation, his face slick with sweat. On his desk sat a small box of ready-to-eat meals. He glanced at the wall clock; it was 1:00 PM. A little late for lunch, but seeing his empty cup, he felt a twinge of annoyance. "Raisa, where is she? Did she forget her duties?" He immediately called Raisa. "Yes, sir..." "Raisa, you haven't yet replenished…" "I'm sorry, sir, but Miss Raisa took the day off to take Mrs. Clara and her two sons home." "Home?" Jordan repeated, frowning. He remembered Clara had won the competition yesterday. No wonder she could afford the fine and had offered to take responsibility for getting him out of the case. Jordan smiled pessimistically. "Wait! Why didn't she tell me? Leaving without contacting me, taking the day off without my permission…" "I'm sorry, Mr. Halle, but I believe I left a leave request on your desk." Jordan touched his forehead, then checked his desk drawer and found a brown envelope addressed to Raisa. "Mr.
Louis wasn’t driving himself home. He’d opted for a cab, pulling up in front of a bar he hadn’t visited in ages. Stepping inside, the place was a whirlwind of young, reckless revelers and dancers grooving to the thumping DJ music. He weaved through the crowd, grabbing a drink the moment he spotted an empty stool.“Louis! What the hell are you doing?” Lucas appeared, his voice sharp, as he caught sight of his twin brother knocking back shots of hard liquor.“Louis, have you lost your mind? Your wife’s waiting at home, and you’re here, getting plastered?”Lucas tried to snatch the shot glass, but Louis held firm, his voice surprisingly calm. “Why the rush? Let’s relax and drink this stuff until we’re happy. Don’t worry about the cost.”This was getting out of hand. Louis wasn’t usually a drinker; this change was unsettling. Lucas needed to get him out of there before the alcohol did more damage. “Damn it! How do I even contact Mischa? My phone’s still in the car.”“Still want to wa
Louis’s words hung in the air, sharp as a threat. Mischa wondered if the woman with the long nails and platinum blonde hair was deliberately trying to drive a wedge between them. Giselle watched the woman discreetly. When Louis excused himself to make a call, Mischa casually pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it, the acrid smell of tobacco instantly filling the room. Giselle coughed. "Excuse me, but this is a non-smoking area. There's a sign right over there."Mischa glanced at the sign Giselle indicated, then rolled her eyes. "And I care?"Giselle took a deep breath, composing herself. Just as Louis returned, Netty's doctor emerged from the room. "Doctor, how is my sister-in-law?" Giselle asked anxiously."She's still unconscious. We'll be monitoring her hourly. Please, try to stay calm."Louis was about to enter Netty's room, but Mischa stopped him. "Can't we just go home? You've already done so much…" Her plea hung unspoken in the air."No! Can't you see someone's life is
TimeBack at his apartment, Mischa tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She glanced at the clock. "It's 2:00 AM."She sat up, leaning against the pillows, blinking sleepily, then checked her phone – still dark. Her breath hitched. Louis was going to see Netty. "I have to make sure Netty stays away from my husband," she muttered, a knot tightening in her stomach.She picked up her phone, intending to distract herself with social media. A post stopped her cold. Her husband was at the hospital!"This is weird. I need to find out what he's doing there."***2:05 AM"Ms. Netty needs type B blood. We're looking for donors…" Louis remembered the doctor's words to his sister, Giselle. He decided then and there to donate."Excuse me, doctor, I'm here to donate blood…" Louis knocked before entering the doctor's office."Come in…"He was calm, but worry etched his face."Your name?""Louis Halle.""Since you're close to the patient, are you willing to donate?" the doctor asked, observing
Frustration, anger, and pent-up emotions boiled over after a failed plan. Louis vanished without a trace after that day, disappearing from circulation and ignoring all calls, both business-related and from his parents.His mind was consumed by the desire to apologize to Netty. If he went to her house and asked her family about her, would they tell him? But what if Netty wasn't home?He could barely imagine what would happen if he found out Netty wasn't home. Although he had called her several times, there was only a forwarding message.He spent his days alone, exhausted, without a confidante to vent the frustrations that had been building for days.Today, Louis unknowingly stopped near Mischa's family home. Before getting out of the car, he sat contemplating, murmuring, "I wonder how Mischa's doing?"Suddenly, he thought about the woman he admitted he didn't love at all. His expression was somber. Should he see Mischa now? Doubt clouded his eyes, but what would he say if he did?It
Frustration, anger, and pent-up emotions boiled over after a failed plan. Louis vanished without a trace after that day, disappearing from circulation and ignoring all calls, both business-related and from his parents.His mind was consumed by the desire to apologize to Netty. If he went to her house and asked her family about her, would they tell him? But what if Netty wasn't home?He could barely imagine what would happen if he found out Netty wasn't home. Although he had called her several times, there was only a forwarding message.He spent his days alone, exhausted, without a confidante to vent the frustrations that had been building for days.Today, Louis unknowingly stopped near Mischa's family home. Before getting out of the car, he sat contemplating, murmuring, "I wonder how Mischa's doing?"Suddenly, he thought about the woman he admitted he didn't love at all. His expression was somber. Should he see Mischa now? Doubt clouded his eyes, but what would he say if he did?It
The whispers followed Giselle like a shadow. "They say she never got her mother's love, not even as a baby," one voice hissed. Another chimed in, "Really? Where'd you hear that?" Giselle’s cheeks burned. The judging stares felt like knives. But the whispers died down abruptly as a figure appeared – Alessandro, her husband. "Al-Alessandro..." breathed the gossips. Their attention shifted back to their shopping, the initial purpose of their visit to Giselle’s grocery store. Alessandro’s arrival transformed Giselle's frown into a radiant smile. Serving her customers, she was noticeably more relaxed. Alessandro, however, watched her with a tender gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. Netty, noticing this exchange, chuckled softly. Despite the storms they’d weathered, Giselle felt incredibly fortunate to have him. And now, cradled in her arms, their beautiful baby boy, Leon, completed their picture. Once the last customer left, Giselle
"I'm sorry Louis, let me think for a while longer, and if that time comes, I'll see you soon..."The next day, Netty prepared for her departure. However, she still believed that the only place for her to calm down was her family. "Netty, you have to take care of yourself there. I feel like an irresponsible person for letting you go alone. You must understand my situation right now, right?" Louis could not leave the company at that time, especially since his parents were so adamant about keeping him in the company. "Louis, why has your expression changed? Lucas suddenly appeared to awaken the man from his reverie. But Louis was still silent, so Lucas continued. "You and Netty were already considered to look like lovers, but why did you let her go?" His gaze turned cold at his twin brother. "Stay out of my business, you don't deserve it!" Finished speaking, Louis immediately left there with the burden of thoughts that were stuck in his mind about last night's incident. He acciden
"Taraa…!" A little boy presented Netty with a bunch of fresh, beautiful lilies. His offering coaxed a smile from her, and she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, sweetie. Who told you to give me these?"The boy flashed a gap-toothed grin, then produced a beautifully packaged food box with a little note attached. (Don't forget to eat the food right away!)Reading the note, Netty looked back at the boy—but he was gone! Poof!Where did he go?She searched the immediate area, but the little guy had vanished. Weird!Shrugging it off, Netty prepared to leave. That's when Louis appeared, a smirk playing on his lips. "So? Did you get your bouquet?"Netty frowned, looking down at the flowers in her hand. "So, this was your doing?"Louis nodded slowly. "Do you like them?"He started to respond, but then—bam!—a near-identical version of himself materialized, greeting Louis with, "Long time no see, Louis. How's it going?"But his face was sour. Louis clearly wasn't thrilled about this guy'
A suspicious figure was seen driving a car and stopping at the end of the road, acting strangely.The driver then steered the vehicle towards a dilapidated warehouse. A small telescope was in their hand, a smirk playing on their lips. This was seriously shady!The driver got out of the car, removed their glasses, and stood in a hidden corner, producing a wad of cash from atop the car's hood. "Here's your payment, as agreed. Five million should be enough. Count it yourself."The hired man opened the bag containing the money. Seeing the bundle intact, the bald man with a tattooed arm smiled contentedly. "Alright, I guess I don't need to count it. I trust you, anyway." He grabbed the bag with a jarring laugh, quickly silenced."Cut it out, unless you want to get us both busted," the driver threatened.The hired man gave a thumbs-up. "Then I'm outta here. You should scram too."A harsh grunt was heard—Mischa. After recognizing Netty, she'd investigated the girl's background, digging th