Mrs. Thompson's eyes pleaded with Mr. Galton as she knelt before him, her voice trembling. "Mr. Galton, I'm begging you... please, for old times' sake, help Andrew forget his stubbornness. He really needs your help right now."Mr. Galton's expression remained stoic, but a hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes. He remembered the promise he made to Andrew's father on his deathbed – to protect and care for his family. The weight of that promise still lingered, and he couldn't bear the thought of Andrew losing everything his father had worked for.As he gazed at Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Galton's mind began to wander. He thought about the current state of the gang and the signs of betrayal that had been growing. Some members no longer followed his orders as they once had, and he knew that Andrew's leadership was necessary to maintain control.But Mr. Galton also knew that Andrew needed to assume his rightful position within the organization. With Sir Galton still alive, Andrew's place was prec
Astrid walked into her room and found her elder sister in bed with her fiancé. She was furious. "Astrid, I can explain," her sister said, but Astrid didn't want to hear it. She shut the door and stormed out.She stood in the hallway for a while unable to move,she had been betrayed by her blood sister and her fiance,she decided that they weren't worth crying for. Rather she must have her revenge.At the banquet, Astrid found her elder sister's fiancé, Mr. Thompson. "Mr. Thompson, there's something that's very urgent and it needs your attention " she said. "Follow me."They slipped away from the party, and when they were alone, Astrid said, "It's in your room." Mr. Thompson swiped his card, and they entered the room. Astrid kissed him, but he pulled away, confused.Mr. Thompson's expression changed."What's the meaning of this?" Mr Thompson asked in a stern tone."Mira cheated on you with my fiance George,so we need to get our revenge." "What would I get if you get your revenge?" he as
Astrid took her luggage and went inside the car. She decided to drive far away from there, as far as she could. She wanted to leave everything behind - start a new life, get a job, work hard to make a living, and live a good life somewhere else. Astrid started driving when suddenly she was cornered by four black cars. She wondered what was happening, what she had done, who she had offended, but she couldn't think of anyone. Suddenly, a man in a black suit opened the door and took her out of the car and put her in his car. Astrid's voice was nowhere to be heard; she couldn't even scream. She just stayed still.Unknown to her, Andrew had sent someone to keep an eye on her from the minute she left the hotel and report everything that happened to him. The man in black suits drove forward; it felt like eternity. Astrid was woken up by a light tap on her shoulder. When she got down, she was shocked by their destination. The destination she expected was a warehouse where she'd be beat
"Is this really necessary?" Astrid asked."Yes, it is. You are his jewels and..." Claudia started to say."I will need to correct that part. I am not his. I belong to no one but myself. Understand?" Astrid interrupted."Yes, miss. I'm sorry," Claudia apologized."Better. Are you hungry?" Claudia asked."I'll eat later. I want to shower," Astrid replied. "Let me go and get the water ready myself."" I can do it myself.""Mister Thompson won't forgive me if I let you do anything," Claudia said. "That is your business with him. I want to bathe, and I can prepare the water for myself."Claudia stepped in, blocking the road to the stair, and bowing her head politely. "Miss, I can't let you do it."Suddenly, the door opened, and Andrew stepped in. "It's good that you have met Claudia, and you are already getting along," Andrew said. Astrid's face became fierce, and she refused to say anything."Claudia, how is she treating you, Mister Thompson?" Andrew asked."She wouldn't let me prepare t
"There is no use crying over spilled milk," she consoled herself as she went to take her bath."What is going on here?" she asked Claudia, shocked."Since Mister Thompson is going to spend the night here, then I rearranged the room, and I was instructed that you are meant to take a beauty bath every evening before you go to bed," Claudia said with a smile."You are disturbing and stressing yourself for no reason. He has gone back to where he came from," Claudia gasped. "Did you make Mister Thompson angry? You have to appease him when he comes next, or else you will be dead," Claudia said, scared.Astrid was shocked about how scared Claudia was and how Claudia feared the cycle so much. "Why are you afraid?" Astrid asked.Claudia replied, "Nothing, miss.""Not wanting to leak out information for the sake of her life," Astrid thought."Talk to me and drop this formal behavior," Astrid said."I was instructed to say nothing regarding my past," Claudia said.Astrid sighed because of that,
"I apologized already ,but there was nothing for me to post about for almost two months. There was nothing good happening in my life. I started losing followers, and it was really bad. Plus, that post made me gain the attention of the Brooks family. They love me now " "They don't love you; they're using you to get juicy gossip because that's what you're good at," Astrid said, offending Ashley with the last part"Excuse me?" Ashley said, feeling annoyed with the last sentence. I'm sorry, please just drive," Astrid apologized, even though she knew she had told the truth. She didn't want to be kicked out of the car because she was stranded."Fine, where am I going to go? Corporate society? Why do you want to go there?" Ashley asked."I'm going for an interview," Astrid replied."What?" Ashley exclaimed with a smile. "Astrid wished she hadn't told her that. It explains why you're dressed like this. The young daughter of the Waltons needs a job," Ashley said with mocking laughter."Wait,
When they got back, Claudia had already prepared lunch so Astrid showered and ate to her satisfaction while Andrew simply watched her. He waited until she was done before he spoke"You have three hours to rest,I have an event by seven so you'd better be up before then." Andrew informed her"How does it relate to me? I'm not your fiancé" Astrid said."You'd be my arm candy for the night ""What would people say,when I'm by your side instead of Mira" Astrid asked "That's not your problem is it?" Andrew asked "No but I can't make a public appearance when you have Mira ""I'm going to cancel my engagement with Mira"Andrew replied "She'd be really angry."Astrid said with a smile and Andrew shot her a glare"I mean she really wants to be Mrs Thompson and join the Elites club" Astrid replied "Someone would be here in three hours time to get you dressed. "He said as he stood up and was about to leave "Where am I going to? " Astrid asked "Is there a problem? "Andrew retorted"Don't I hav
At Mrs. Mills' birthday party, they arrived and their entrance made heads turn and mouths whisper, but the person who was mostly whispered about was Astrid. "Isn't that Mrs. Astrid of the Waltons?" someone asked. "Wow, she's so pretty. ""Yeah, but why is she with Mr. Thompson?" That was the question that left people wondering. Reporters rushed to them to interview, but they were pushed away by the guards. "So who is she? Where is Mira? What happened to your engagement? Why is she with you?" The reporters fired the questions.Astrid understood the fact that the reporters didn't know her; she wasn't popular anyway. She was always left to be at home while Mira attended the occasions. She looked at Andrew; he was so confident. His eyes were cold. There was no smile on his face. "Would you like to drink?" he asked in a cold voice when he noticed that Astrid was looking at him. "Yes, please," she said with a smile and watched Andrew grab a drink, but was stopped by someone suddenly.A
Mrs. Thompson's eyes pleaded with Mr. Galton as she knelt before him, her voice trembling. "Mr. Galton, I'm begging you... please, for old times' sake, help Andrew forget his stubbornness. He really needs your help right now."Mr. Galton's expression remained stoic, but a hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes. He remembered the promise he made to Andrew's father on his deathbed – to protect and care for his family. The weight of that promise still lingered, and he couldn't bear the thought of Andrew losing everything his father had worked for.As he gazed at Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Galton's mind began to wander. He thought about the current state of the gang and the signs of betrayal that had been growing. Some members no longer followed his orders as they once had, and he knew that Andrew's leadership was necessary to maintain control.But Mr. Galton also knew that Andrew needed to assume his rightful position within the organization. With Sir Galton still alive, Andrew's place was prec
"Let's go and rest," Andrew said, hoping Astrid would agree. But instead, she shot him a glare."Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Astrid asked, her voice laced with anger. "You're asking me to go back with you after what happened in the parking lot? Do I even know you?"Astrid's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "I don't know the man I married. Is Andrew even your real name?"She pulled off her wedding ring and placed it on the table, pushing Andrew into a tight situation."Can we not do this?" Andrew asked, trying to placate her.But Astrid was having none of it. "How do you feel when you lie to me?" she asked, her voice cold. "Does it feel good? Does it make you feel happy?"Astrid's eyes flashed with anger. "Explain yourself, or else I'm gone."Andrew tried to calm her down, but Astrid was beyond reason. He pinned her to the bed, claiming her rosy lips. But Astrid protested, trying to push him away.Andrew refused to let her go, nibbling her ear. But Astrid's hands weren't willing t
Astrid's phone beeped with a message, breaking the silence. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the screen. The message was from George, and it read: "How is married life going?" with a smiling emoji.Astrid's anger flared up, her grip on the phone tightening. She felt a surge of emotions, unsure of what to do. But as she looked around, she realized that she was still outside the nightclub. The bouncers were still standing there, watching her.She decided to return home, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next. Even if she could sneak into the club, she risked getting lost or bullied by the thugs inside.As she drove back home, tears streamed down her face. She felt lost and alone, unsure of what to do.When she arrived home, she noticed that Mrs Thompson was there with Mira. Astrid wondered why she was there, but she didn't have the energy to ask.She wiped her tears and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She put on a smile and walked into the house, but Mrs Tho
Andrew's voice was calm and firm as he instructed John to take Astrid to the car. "Take her to the car," he said, unlinking their elbows. Astrid's eyes widened in confusion as John escorted her to the vehicle. She tried to process what was happening, but everything seemed to be unfolding too quickly. As John locked her inside the car, Astrid peered out the window, trying to make sense of the scene before her. Brian's voice was raised, his words dripping with malice. "So, you're the Andrew Thompson," Brian sneered. "You don't even look competent." Andrew's expression remained calm, his eyes never leaving Brian's face. He stood tall, his shoulders relaxed, as he waited for Brian to make his next move. The air was thick with tension as the two men faced off. Astrid's heart pounded in her chest as she watched, her mind racing with questions. What was going on? Why was Brian so angry? And what did Andrew have to do with it? As she watched, Brian's smile grew twisted. "What do you wa
Andrew's lips brushed against Astrid's, his words still lingering in the air. "I don't mind, I just want to taste those lips of yours." Astrid didn't resist, weary of their fights and craving peace instead. It touched her heart that Andrew had gone to such great lengths to make her happy – abandoning work, cooking an adorable breakfast, and making her feel special."Let's go eat," Andrew said with a smile as he broke the kiss,helping Astrid down from the kitchen counter. She smiled as he led her to the dining room.Just as they began eating, Kimberly burst in, "Mr. Thompson! Mr. Thompson!" She froze, her eyes wide with shock, as she took in the scene: Mr. Thompson having breakfast with Astrid, both of them beaming.To Kimberly, time seemed to stand still. It was unthinkable – Mr. Thompson, having breakfast with Astrid? Impossible. He must be using her; it was the only explanation.The silence was broken by Mr. Thompson's question, "Is something wrong at the company?"Kimberly forced a
Andrew's eyes were fixed on Astrid as she walked towards him, her red dress shimmering in the dim light. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion as he took in her beautiful appearance.The tears that had been welling up in his eyes began to fall as Astrid approached him. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to contain his emotions.Astrid's smile faltered for a moment as she saw the tears in Andrew's eyes. She quickly recovered, her expression softening with concern.As she reached Andrew's side, Astrid handed him a glass of wine. Andrew took it automatically, his eyes never leaving hers.Astrid's gaze was gentle as she looked at Andrew. "You must be stressed today," she said, her voice soft. "It's okay."She reached out and gently swiped the tears from Andrew's eyes. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine.Andrew felt a sense of gratitude and affection wash over him. He was touched by the effort Astrid had put into creating this romantic atmosphere.He looked at the
Kimberly's eyes locked onto Mira's, her mind racing with thoughts of Astrid and Andrew. She felt a surge of anger and determination, but she didn't know what to do.Mira seemed to sense Kimberly's uncertainty. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with intensity. "Let me ask you this," she said, her voice low and persuasive. "Does Andrew retire from work this early?"Kimberly hesitated, unsure of where Mira was going. "No," she said finally. "He usually works late."Mira nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Exactly," she said. "And why is that?"Kimberly shrugged, feeling a sense of unease. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe he's just dedicated to his job."Mira's smile grew wider. "Or maybe it's because Astrid is working late too," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Maybe she's the reason he's staying late."Kimberly's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. She knew that Astrid was trying to seduce Andrew, but she hadn't realized that she was using their w
"Kimberly," Mira whispered to herself, a sly smile spreading across her face.She thought back to all the times Kimberly had clashed with Astrid, all the times Kimberly had made her disdain for Astrid clear. Mira's smile grew wider as she realized that Kimberly might be the perfect person to help her take down Astrid.Mira's mind began to spin with possibilities, thinking about all the ways Kimberly could help her. She imagined the two of them working together, coming up with a plan to destroy Astrid once and for all.As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, Mira felt a sense of excitement building inside of her. She knew that she had found the perfect ally in Kimberly, and she couldn't wait to put their plan into action.Mira's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she thought about reaching out to Kimberly. She imagined the conversation they would have, the way Kimberly's eyes would light up with excitement as Mira shared her plan.With newfound determination, Mira stood up and walked o
Andrew searched the entire house, but there was no sign of Astrid. He pulled out his phone and dialed John's number. As he waited for John to answer, his mind began to wander to all the possible places Astrid could be."Hey, have you seen Astrid?" Andrew asked John when he picked up."She's by the pool," John replied.Andrew's heart skipped a beat. Why was Astrid by the pool? Does she want to commit suicide by drowning herself?He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He quickly made his way to the pool, his senses on high alert.As he approached the pool, he saw Astrid standing by the water's edge. She was wearing a swimsuit, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She looked relaxed, but Andrew's mind was still racing with worst-case scenarios.Astrid turned around as Andrew approached. "Hey," she said with a smile. "What brings you here?"Andrew's eyes scanned her face, searching for any signs of distress. But all he saw was a calm and serene expression. "I was just