He decided to call and ask about the project he submitted last week. He was expecting to hear Andrew's voice, but instead, it was his secretary."Good afternoon. I'm sorry, but Mr Thompson is not available at the moment. Please leave a message if possible," she said courteously."It's George Smith. I'm calling to ask about my project," Mr Thompson's secretary caught him short. "Oh yeah, ehm, it was rejected because the land you picked was already polluted by chemicals. Please make proper background and proper background check before,...." George ended the call feeling annoyed.His phone beeped with the message: "I'd like to talk to you by 5 PM tomorrow at Sun Glows Hotel." This was a great chance for him to start his company, his career as an architect.There was a knock on his door. When he opened it, it was Mira."What are you doing here?" he asked."I thought you said we should stop seeing each other," or "do you miss m....?" he said as he tried to put his hand around her waist."S
George went straight to the mirror after she left to check on his babies (hair). He wanted to ensure Astrid hadn't ripped them off when she pulled his hair hard. When he was satisfied, he came out, but Astrid was long gone."He decided not to chase her because he knew exactly where to find her," George thought to himself.Meanwhile, Astrid had forgotten all about the morning's events because she was entirely focused on work. Suddenly, she heard her coworkers screaming. She peeked and saw George walking into her department, taking her partner's chair, and sitting down.Everyone was looking at George, stealing glances at the super-hot model who had been on the cover of multiple magazines since he was little. He sat beside Astrid and watched her with a smile on his face, hoping Astrid would notice him and ask why he was there.But instead, Astrid behaved like he was invisible.Mrs Karen noticed the disturbance among their workers and was informed of the celebrity commotion. "Good day, Mr
Mrs Thompson arrived at Sun Glow's Hotel and told her driver to wait for her. "I won't be long," she said, and then walked into the restaurant. She found out that George was already waiting for her; he had already booked a private room. Mrs Thompson found her way there, knocked, and went in."Good evening, ma'am," George greeted cheerfully. "I have been waiting for you.""Let's go straight to business," she said as she sat down ignoring all forms of pleasantries ."Are you canceling the engagement or not?""You know Astrid and I were engaged since we were little, and we were forced to go on play dates so we would know and bond with each other better. And as time went on, we started getting along, liking each other, until all of a sudden she stopped talking to me. She avoided me. Well, I thought she was upset with me, and I was ready to give her time to get over it since she wasn't communicating about her feelings. But now I realized that she was crushing on Andrew Thompson, which is yo
"You know I can strangle you," George said, his voice low and menacing. "I can kill you for underestimating me."Astrid's eyes widened as George's grip on her neck tightened."I can kill his baby too," George continued, his words dripping with malice. "I can kill him for trying to take what's mine."Astrid struggled to breathe, her vision blurring."He's trying to take my pride," George snarled, "and I won't let that happen."Just then, the hitman assigned by Andrew burst in, delivering a swift punch to George's face. George stumbled back, releasing Astrid.The hitman turned to her. "Are you okay, miss?" he asked, concern etched on his face.Astrid nodded, still shaken. "I'm fine," she whispered.As she looked at the hitman's face, she realized he wasn't someone familiar."Let's get you somewhere safe," the hitman said gently.Astrid hesitated, unsure if she should trust him."I was sent by Mr Thompson to ensure your safety," he explained.Astrid's doubts faded, and she followed him.
"Yes, I do," Kimberly said, her voice slurring slightly. "I had to learn to control my liquor because when we went to parties, I would always be the one to drink from Mr Thompson while he took me home safely."Kimberly emptied another glass."It wasn't bad learning how to control your liquor," she continued. "Most times, you cheat while drinking." She said as she laughed as the memories came in.Mira watched Kimberly, her plan unfolding."Andrew never really noticed you, and he doesn't even know that you have feelings for him, does he?" Mira asked, her voice laced with malice.Kimberly's face flushed."I don't think he does," Kimberly replied, her words barely above a whisper.Mira leaned in."Have you ever thought of telling him?"Kimberly laughed."Yes, I mean, everything. Countless letters, but I don't know how to... I don't have the guts to give him."Mira's eyes locked onto Kimberly's."I don't know how to give him... Should I leave it in his locker? Leave it on his desk? Put it
"I like you" Kimberly replied making Andrew a bit shocked,he pushed her slightly creating a gap between them,he didn't expect his secretary to like him"Why did you do that?" Andrew asked calmly."Do you like me or not?" Kimberly asked with red teary eyes because she already knew the answer,he didn't kiss her back which meant he didn't like her"I do not." Andrew's expression turned gentle, but firm."Kimberly, I appreciate your honesty, but I'm committed to Astrid."Kimberly's eyes welled up with tears."I understand," Kimberly replied feeling heartbroken Andrew continued, his voice soft. "You're an exceptional assistant, and I value our professional relationship. Let's keep our focus on work, shall we?"Kimberly nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment."I'm sorry, Mr Thompson," she whispered.Andrew smiled kindly."No need to apologize, Kimberly. Let's just forget this happened, okay?" Andrew replied as he dialed John to bring a car and drop her home because she can't find her
The photographer approached the gate, his footsteps echoing through the morning air. As he caught sight of the men in black, his heart skipped a beat. Their imposing figures seemed to loom over him.At first, he was scared. But Mira's assurance that everything was okay echoed in his mind, calming his nerves."Good morning," he greeted, trying to sound casual as he touched the gate, thinking he'd be able to open it.But instead of a friendly response, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity from the gates."What does this mean?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.One of the security personnel stepped forward, his voice firm."Where were you last night?" he asked.The photographer hesitated."Where exactly am I coming from? What sort of question is that?" he replied, trying to sound confident.The security personnel raised an eyebrow."Let me out!" the photographer demanded, touching the gate again without thinking.He yelped in pain as the electricity coursed through his body.The se
"And we also found this." The security personnel said as he brought out the stacks of cash given to the photographer by Mira.Andrew's smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression. The security personnel handed him the money found in the photographer's bag."Give the camera to the security personnel," Andrew ordered, his voice firm. "Wipe out everything in it and return it to him."Andrew understood the photographer's desire to make his family proud. But using illegal means was unacceptable.He walked to Mira's room, allocated by his mother. He knocked.Mira groaned from inside, hastily hiding the pictures under her pillow. She opened the door, attempting a smile."Good morning," she greeted.Andrew's expression remained stern."If you want to engage in illicit activities, don't do it here," he said. "This house belongs to my late grandfather. Show some respect. Take all your dirty affairs to your house or you get a hotel."Mira's eyes widened."I didn't do anything nasty," she prot
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
Astrid looked up at Andrew with a determined gaze."Let's make a baby," she said, not minding the fact that the lawyer, Mister Clark, could hear them.Andrew was taken aback. He wasn't expecting Astrid to say this.He paused, collecting his thoughts."What?" he asked, shock evident in his voice.Astrid's eyes locked onto Andrew's. "I don't want to lose you," she said, her voice filled with emotion.Andrew's expression softened. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Astrid's ear.He looked into her eyes, searching for answers."You're not going to lose me," he reassured her.Astrid's eyes searched Andrew's face, seeking comfort and reassurance.Andrew added, "And our bodies aren't strong enough. You haven't recovered yet."Astrid cradled Andrew's cheek, her touch gentle.Andrew smiled and wrapped his arms around her."You won't lose me. I'm still here. Now, let's go back to bed."Astrid knew that those words didn't mean forever, and she didn't plan on giving up.The
Andrew's eyes blazed with fury as he towered over Sir Galton's desk. "Don't play dumb!" he spat. "I know you're behind this. The video, the threats... Astrid's safety is at stake."Sir Galton's expression transformed from surprise to calculating calm. "Andrew, you're jumping to conclusions," he said smoothly.Andrew's voice dropped to a menacing growl. "I'll uncover the truth. You're going down, Sir Galton."Sir Galton snorted, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You're so predictable, Andrew. You'll do anything to protect your precious Astrid."Andrew's fists clenched. "What do you know about her?"Sir Galton leaned back, steepling his fingers. "More than you think. She's... complicated. And you're just a pawn in her game."Andrew's grip on Sir Galton's neck relaxed slightly, allowing him to gasp for air. Sir Galton's face remained crimson, his eyes bulging."You're... playing... with fire, Andrew," Sir Galton choked out, his voice laced with malice. "I'm not afraid because if