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★★★★"What might be in this tea?"William questioned with a frosty glance, holding the tea up to his nose and smelling it to figure out if anything wrong with this tea.“I am not sure what it is, but there is something distinctive about this tea," Monica carefully conveyed her feelings about this tea since, for a split second, she spotted a tiny green layer that she had been trying to check all along but it did not reappear.“You should wake up from sleep. All of the food and drinks are made by our most dependable Chef, who has been working in this house since William moved in. To date, we have not been given any strange food to eat," Jayla smirked as she taunted Monica with her curling smirk while sipping her tea. Jayla maintained her gaze on Monica since she said the tea was not perfect and Jayla wasn't experiencing any issues with it.“Although I appreciate you sharing the history, don't you think it is only natural for people to make mistakes?" Monica responded to Jayla with
★★★★ “I have to say, Aunt Jayla, this is really unpleasant!" Katherine scoffed her words out. She knew what was coming for her, therefore she could not contain her words anymore. Her mind had given up on thinking about how she would escape such a circumstance. She hoped that Aunt Jayla could assist her. If not, she would not be able to stop the thunder hitting her skull. However, She had forgotten Jayla had already tried, and now she was sitting in a hot oven, swallowing her rage. “Just watch the drama they arrange for amusement." With a furious sigh, Jayla shot a glance at Winston, who was silently studying Monica and William with his unwavering gaze. "But!" Katherine attempted to intervene with a persistent, pressing concern that made her throat tighten. But when Katherine watched Jayla shake her head and tell her not to make a sound, she understood Jayla was unable to offer Katherine water to ease her dread. The maid who had prepared the tea was perplexed when the mistress st
★★★“Why are you angry with me? What have I done?"Monica asked, her eyes straying to William's irate expression, where she saw his tense jaws and his hands, where she could see his knuckles tightly clenched around the steering wheel. Monica struck up a conversation with him twice, but each time he ignored her and continued driving as though getting to the destination was more essential than responding to her. Monica rolled her eyes and looked away from the road, contemplating,“First of all, a major incident occurred today, and this man is behaving as though she is to blame for it all. The family is dangerous in addition to being haughty. They devised a scheme to hurt her in just two days, and she is powerless to predict what would happen next. She now knew why William had been saying again and over that her life was in jeopardy."“Please don't bring up the morning incident in my workplace. I love working in quiet, therefore whatever task you are given, you will complete it wit
★★★★ “What should I do now? I will end up in the grave once the maid awakens. William will kill me. I cannot ask my father since there are a lot of things I need to express that I am unable to right now,” Katherine chewed her nails as she paced back and forth, contemplating the outcome that would undoubtedly dash her hopes of becoming William's bride. “Hey!" Katherine's cautious thinking was abruptly interrupted by Henry, who stood by the entrance with a smile for Katherine. He was now considering taking the initiative to connect with her in order for Katherine to pay notice of his existence, which had never happened before due to William's presence in her life. “Oh, Henry! Are you in need of anything?" Katherine asked sweetly, with a tight smile that she forced to come up merely to disguise her emotions. She received a lot of support from Mackenzie family, which was absolutely true, but if they found out about such a large deed, it would harm her image in some way. “Why can't I s
★★★Monica organized seventy files without letting anything else divert her focus. An agony had now settled around her waist, and she was in dire need of coffee. She discovered, though, that not many people had come to this floor, as though it were isolated from the rest of the building. Therefore, she was unable to place a coffee order, but luckily she spotted a coffee maker outside. She stood up and made her way out of the room and found the deserted floor. Her eyes swiftly peeked at William's office door and found it closed. She then walked over to the coffee machine, which was only a few steps away. While walking she had decided that she would not organize all of the files because she felt she had done too much work.Monica turned on the coffee maker and made herself a cup while glancing around sluggishly. That floor was lacking people, and she had never seen anything like it before, for an office should be a bustling place with people hurrying here and there. At the very leas
★★★“You are unbelievable,” Monica headed over to him with a displeasing murmur. Offering the coffee in this manner was not essential, but for him to feel satisfied, he needed her to go above and beyond.“I am powerful, rich, anything you can add to my name,” William uttered those words, chin up. Even though he had earlier found it annoying that she was conversing with his assistant with smiles, he no longer felt that way when he saw her getting upset and whining.“Since I can't have your money, I don't care."Placing the coffee on the table, Monica added that although she thought she had a lot of money because of the contract, it seemed like she had little money in front of him.“You can make more money by doing stuff. Like obeying my commands,"William offered with a smile, purposefully lengthening his leg, so when Monica was ready to shift her heels, she stumbled on the leg, and William swung her waist at just the perfect moment, causing Monica to collapse on his lap.“Holy
★★★★ Monica reached for her phone, which she had left in another room with the files. She unlocked it and discovered nearly ten missed calls and two texts. She read the texts as she slid the notification bar down. "Ella, this is Ethen. I chose to leave this message because you are not answering the call. I need to speak with you about something really serious, which I cannot do over the phone. Meet me at 5 p.m. at West Side Cafe. A single arched eyebrow expressed her confusion as she read the second text, “I am not bringing Diana along." Monica sighed deeply as she sat in a chair, sensing in some way that her history was surfacing in the present. Her face became aware of what was happening; although she wished to escape her past, it appeared that those times had returned to her. She was visibly depressed as she ran her fingers through her hair. Monica took another big breath and made the decision to meet Ethen. She grabbed her purse, stuffed the phone inside, and started walking
★★★“Miss Monica, this is the cafe you have mentioned," Sam informed Monica, halting the car at the parking lot. When Monica left the building with scurried steps Sam understood Miss Monica was in trouble, hence, he skipped telling the boss and approached Monica.“Thank you so much, Sam! But I don't want you to follow me because this is only a casual meeting with a friend that, in my opinion, will not last long. So, stay right here!" Monica stated in a hurry, curtailing Sam from following her because Ethen certainly would bring up inquiries, and she was uninterested in telling him about her life.“Alright, Miss! However, the boss is not aware of you leaving the office hence I would suggest you end your meeting as soon as possible or allow me to let the boss know about it,” Sam said, leaving the car, walking around he came to other side of the car and opened the door for Monica to come out.“You are not permitted to discuss my meeting with him because I did not inform him before le