The woman was no one but was Vanessa who almost died in the car accident a year ago. After the second car accident, she was lucky enough to retrieve her memory. Her true identity was Sophia Blake, the legal heiress of Blake family. And now she was ready to take over the multi billion-dollar corporation that had been built and maintained by her family from generation to generation. Sophia Blake strutted out of the airport, flipping her hair and turning up her nose at the hot weather. The sun shone down mercilessly as she tapped her heeled foot, waiting impatiently for the car that was supposed to pick her – the car that should have arrived fifteen minutes prior to her landing. She huffed again. Just then, a black bulletproof Benz pulled up in front of her. a young man dressed in a designer suit stepped out, wearing a wide grin and a pair of wire-framed glasses behind which mischievous blue eyes shone. "Sister," he began, opening his arms wide for a hug, "I am so sorry for
Sophia waltzed into the company with Gerald and her bodyguard on her heels. She had taken off the sunglasses and she tossed her blonde hair once again, aware of the image she projected. Everyone knew Gerald, she was sure, but no one knew Sophia Blake – at least no one knew how she looked. But there were whispers, and she heard them. She smirked and entered the elevator that her bodyguard just opened for her. Turning around, she kept the smirk on her face. The heiress is back. The elevator began its smooth ascent upwards. While in the elevator, Gerald began to brief her about the meeting she was going into. "You will be meeting with the board of Directors. That includes all heads of relevant divisions of the company such as the Chief Operations Officer, the Managing Director, the Chief Financial Officer, Head of Human Resources, and Editor-in-Chief of the Public Relations Department." Sophia nodded in contemplation, a million thoughts flitting through her head. "What i
The chief financial officer, Arnold Baker was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. Everyone in the room watched him writhing in pain, and the whole people curled up together. None of them had the guts to stand up and go help him up. Sophia chuckled mischievously at how silent the room went after the little display they just witnessed. She loved the way she made her appearance to them; showing them she was fierce and not someone they could push around or deal with carelessly. However, Jake, who was already engrossed in the punches he was giving Arnold Baker, raised his fist once again and threw it at his face. His pupils dilated in an instant, and his skull would probably be shattered with this punch he had just received. But at this moment, he couldn't even make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the fist hit him. Just as Jake's fist was about to hit his face once again, a voice like the sound of heaven suddenly sounded. "Jake!" And instantly, Jake's fist st
The meeting went on for the next hour, and after a while, it came to an end. From their discussion, Sophia was able to fully understand the operation of the company, what she needed to do, and where she had to start to make everything better. Though it was her first time there, she found the current situation of things at the company appalling. One after the other, the men left. When they had all left the room, Sophia looked at Gerald who was sitting beside her. An irritated look appeared on her face, and no one needed to tell Gerald that she was about to make a complaint. Gerald rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "Say it all out. I know you're about to accuse me of something. Do it already." He folded his arms and placed one of his legs on the table. "No wonder grandma wanted me to come here!" Sophia exclaimed and slapped her right palm on the table, making Gerald jerk a bit backward. He didn't drop his leg from the table though. "If you keep going on like this, I guess thi
"My fiance? What are you talking about?" Sophia asked. Just then, Gerald faced her again, dragging his chair closer to her. She faced him, wondering what he was suddenly excited about. "You still have an engagement with the King family. If you hadn't disappeared then, you probably would have married into the King's family by now." Gerald raised his voice a bit at Sophia. Sophia shot him a sharp glare instantly and eyed him, making him look away and he faked a cough once again. She was aware that she was to marry the King family then, but she knew not who exactly she was getting married to. She was reluctant about it back then and was sort of glad that the circumstances that happened did, making her move away from home for so long that the engagement was canceled. Seeing that Sophia wasn't interested in talking about the canceled engagement, Gerald instantly straightened his expression and continued to talk about business. "Well, the biggest headache is a land about your
About half an hour later, Gerald and Sophia arrived at a textile store. As always, the driver got down from the front seat to open the door for her at the owner's corner where she sat, and adjusted her sunglasses as she looked at the building in front of her. Gerald also got down by the other side. The two approached the front door of the high-end private custom home textile store. As soon as they walked in, the store manager—a petite man who seemed like he was in his mid-thirties—who was discussing with the receptionist, rushed over to Gerald and Sophia to receive them in person. After offering them a seat and being done with his welcome speech, he proceeded to tell them about the available materials in the store. "Sir," he turned to Gerald since he was the one who came before to book down the place. "These are the company's latest products. They are handcrafted and meet your requirements." He pointed to the products and respectfully introduced the mattress and bedding in fro
"Babe, what's wrong?" Joe Warren's deep voice resounded in the reception as soon as he walked into the room. He heard his woman arguing with someone, and wondered what the problem could be. He walked up to her and placed his right arm around her neck, then looked down at her. "What's the issue? You said you wouldn't take up to five minutes, which was why I didn't get down from the car. It's almost ten minutes already, so I came to check what the delay was all about." "My love," Clarissa looked at him with an obvious look of annoyance on her face, though her expression softened a bit when she saw him. "Do you recall that before we went on a business trip, we ordered a set of bedding from them?" She asked him and he nodded affirmatively. "Wasn't it the one you originally planned to put in our new home?" He asked her as he squinted his eyes as if trying to remember something. "Exactly, babe. That's what I'm here for now, and guess what this lady is telling me?" She pointed
Joe Warren stood there staring at Sophia with a look of shock on his face. He hadn't heard from her ever since they went apart, not even once. He kept on staring at her to make sure he was seeing the right person, and he was dazzled by her smile. He had never seen such a smile on Vanessa's face. It looked a bit evil, and the Vanessa he knew used to be gentle and cautious. But now she was smiling recklessly and flamboyantly, feeling like a charming fox, and every of her move has a captivating charm. Clarissa however, was both confused and shocked, even more, shocked than Joe. "You're not Vanessa, she's already..." Her voice trailed off as she came back to her senses at that moment. She wanted to say that Vanessa was dead, but she became cautious of her environment instantly and kept her mouth shut. She recalled that Joe was standing beside her, so she immediately swallowed the words that came to her lips. "Of course, I'm Vanessa. And guess what? I'm back to seek your life!" So