Sasha stood up quickly, preventing the folder from hitting my face. She put the folder on the table, approached the woman, and dragged her out. Since she kept yelling, I asked everyone to get out.I didn't want her to reveal my secret in front of everyone. She wouldn't do that because her reputation would be ruined. But I knew who she was if she felt threatened. She would do anything to protect herself."Are you sure, Heather?" asked Faye worriedly.I nodded slowly. "I have Sasha looking after me. Continue the discussion in the other room, then let me know the results." I smiled at her.Although she doubted about leaving me alone, she walked over to the door and closed it. Sasha let the woman go as she didn't stop struggling, then stood by my side. I invited her to sit down, but she refused."Don't think I don't know your intention. You want to take away our treasure, don't you!?" the woman said irritably."Our treasure?" I retorted, half mockingly. "You and your husband were ordinary
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I was such an idiot! How could I not differentiate between a real Blaze's bodyguard and a fake one? I should have been suspicious when he was wearing a hat. All his bodyguards were wearing all black and masks, but no hats. I wasn't concentrating because I was busy thinking about the findings of the doctor and lawyer who were with Kyle. I was entrusted with looking after Blaze. Oh, my God. I hope he was okay. I'd feel bad if he got hurt again. Blaze's bodyguard opened the ICU door just as someone came out. Looking at his clothes, I didn't need to tell him. Blaze's bodyguard immediately pulled the man's collar and removed his mask. The Blaze guard turned to me. "Yes. He was the one who entered the room earlier." I nodded my head. "Who sent you?" the man asked the mysterious man. Instead of answering, he glanced at me. Suddenly, he attacked Blaze's bodyguard. A fistfight was inevitable. I backed away, taking a safe distance to avoid a stray blow. I looked arou
[Blaze] I didn't understand what had happened, but I was in an unfamiliar room when I opened my eyes. One of the bodyguards stood by my side and hurried away before I could say anything. A man in a white coat came with him, and several others dressed similarly. The man checked my eyes and heartbeat, then asked me to do a few things I could easily do. I was relieved when they removed the IV needle, catheter, and oxygen mask. I could breathe more comfortably and didn't have to be afraid to move my left arm. Most soothingly, I could move my arms and legs well. "You are recovering quickly. It's good news. We still need to check the effects of administering the sleeping pills to you. But you don't need to worry. All your organs are functioning properly from the medical examination results," the doctor said kindly. "Sleeping pills? What do you mean?" I asked. "You have been put to sleep for six days since the major surgery on your head. Today is the seventh post-surgery day. You don't
On Sunday, Heather came in a more cheerful state. She brought a large bouquet and placed it on the nightstand. When she arranged them in a vase near me, I didn't take my eyes off her.She glanced at me and smiled, realizing I was watching her movements. When she was done, she took out a food box. I groaned softly at the contents of fresh vegetables. She invited me to enjoy them, but I refused."Did you think I'd bring steak, bacon, ham, or pizza? You can only enjoy those after you get out of the hospital. I'm pregnant, so I get hungry easily. This food is healthier for me and the little one," she explained."By the way, did you have an ultrasound?" I asked."I did." She took something out of her bag and handed it to me.I took it and looked at the photo. "What did the doctor say about his condition?" Even though we didn't know the gender yet, I followed the word she used to refer to our baby."He's healthy. He's seven weeks old, almost eight weeks on Tuesday.""Almost eight weeks?" I
[Heather]I checked my store account to prepare for the payment of the employees' salaries. Fortunately, the store's condition had normalized. So I could give them a bonus for their hard work selling outdoors during the critical period.After preparing everyone's salaries, I checked my private accounts. I wanted to organize the expenses I would need for the trial. The lawyer's fee was going to be huge. I was surprised to see the amount of money in my bank account.I opened my Internet banking and found a large transfer last Friday. I recalled what happened on that day. Oh. I met Blaze at the apartment to give him the shares he wanted.I sighed with relief. Even though I gave the shares for free as per the agreement, Blaze kept his word. He paid me handsomely. I needed that money so I wouldn't refuse or return it. 'Wait for me, Mom. I'll release you.'I got the happy news on Monday. The doctor allowed Blaze to go home. Of course, I wasn't going to waste the opportunity. I shut down the
The picture passed through a complex editing process, but they didn't change the model's face and body shape. The woman confidently smiled while holding the handles of her sunglasses. Only the right side of her face was on display, while her left cheek was on the other side that the camera didn't capture.I couldn't believe that the woman on the giant billboard was me. The company Elliot worked for was remarkable. They were willing to spend much money to put up that image. The location was no joke at the intersection of the city center.Not only the billboard but also some public vehicles had the same picture. Oh my god. I looked so pretty. I felt my face heat up. I couldn't believe that the face that had been the object of people's jokes could appear in a big advertisement.People must have looked in awe at the model's beauty. Her cheeks were flawless, her golden blonde hair shimmering, her lips dazzling with soft red glossy lipstick, and her blue eyes confidently shined.Tears fell
Faye served drinks on the coffee table for me and my guests. She looked at me before walking out, so I nodded. I didn't need her presence here. Although I didn't know who she was or what she wanted to talk to me about, I had Sasha to keep me company.She must be young, maybe the same age as Sasha. She was beautiful with a sharp nose, large gray eyes, and thin lips. Her hair was long brown, contrasting with her pale skin.She wasn't a customer of the shop or a colleague of mine. So, I didn't know why she wanted to talk to me. She couldn't have come to propose to me as a model because everyone knew who my agency was. They wouldn't speak to me without going through Roger."My name's Willow Johnson," she introduced herself. "My father, Patrick Johnson, is one of Blaze's business partners. Since the rumors about him, my father has lost contact with him. You guys don't live together or communicate, but you must know where he is. Please give me his current address. There's an urgent matter w
[Blaze] I didn't accept any projects for a while for this. People were getting more presumptuous because they hadn't been taught a lesson. They dared to try to take my life and made Heather worry about me. They also dared to come up to her and hurt her, even though she hadn't committed a crime. I was the one who exposed them in public. Why didn't they come to me instead of Heather? Even though I knew who was behind the deadly accident, I needed to hear the accomplice's name. Accusing people without evidence and witnesses would only get me into trouble. The person I was dealing with was not at the level of Bailey or Channing. I turned to the man standing near the bound man. He nodded, then removed the blindfold and duct tape that gagged the man's mouth. He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. When his gaze fell on me, he frowned. "What the—" He stopped, realizing his voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat. "What are you doing? Why are you holding me? Let me go! I'm innoce