Madeline might have been fuming on the inside, but she knew that the Skylandia team had to go with what was best for the project.Sure, it felt a bit like a betrayal, but technically, the contract did not say her work was best suited for the video production.[So, who's the artist behind this scene? I'm dying to see it.]Aaron could not show her the artwork, but he did not hide who was behind it.[It's Lydia.]Madeline had a hunch it was her.Lydia's speed was unreal. She had only been back a few days and had already whipped up a scene sketch that was top-notch.The girl had talent, no doubt.She thought Lydia was supposed to be slowed down by her early pregnancy.Aaron clarified, [It's just a draft, but the team took one look and thought it was pretty awesome.][Got it. I'll catch up later.]Madeline's scene sketch needed more work, but with a few more hours, her draft would be done.Aaron saw her cool response and let out a silent sigh of relief.[Thank you, Miss Mora.]
Daniel continued, "I've got the team working on the models and crunching numbers already. Plus, I've reached out to a forensic anthropologist from overseas. She's really into studying how bones grow and change, and I bet she'll be a huge help."Trevon and Madeline had not seen that coming.That was the magic touch of an ace assistant.Madeline silently cheered him on. "Thanks a bunch."Trevon shot her a look, rapped on the desk, and told Daniel, "That old photo's in rough shape. Get Rhys to work his magic on it, will you?"Trevon turned to Madeline and added, "Once it's fixed up, it'll be way clearer for the modeling work."Madeline just nodded.She understood. No explanation needed.Trevon, a bit on edge, nudged Daniel to get moving. "Get on it, then."Daniel thought to himself, 'Is Mr. Gibson over me? Why the sudden cold shoulder?'He quietly left the room, leaving behind just Madeline and Trevon.Remembering how Trevon had just helped her out big time, Madeline did not wa
Trevon was behind the wheel this time, following Madeline's directions to the bustling food district of Redenbaugh University.As soon as Madeline signaled to park, Trevon's expression soured.Madeline raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Gibson, I thought you were watching me. Get out of the car, come on."Trevon stayed put, his voice low and firm, "What kind of diet food would they even have here? Trust me, let's head to the Luxuria Supper House. The chef there will whip up something special just for you."Madeline just laughed and stepped out of the car without waiting for a response.She stood by the car, grinning at Trevon.With a frustrated smack on the steering wheel, Trevon finally got out, his face a mask of annoyance.Seeing the eatery Madeline had picked, Trevon's mouth twitched in irritation. "You think you can lose weight eating this?"Madeline placed her order, the subtle aroma in the air making her stomach growl.She shrugged it off. "Got to fuel up if I'm going to shed any
Lydia turned in her scene sketches, and sure enough, they were met with a wave of admiration. Camden even suggested that they should consider making it the main backdrop for the video.All those late nights sketching were worth it."Lydia, you're amazing! Could you show me how to draw this bit?"No sooner had Lydia dealt with a stream of people seeking her expert opinion—reminded that she was a sought-after artist fresh from abroad—than she headed up to Trevon's top-floor office, gift in hand. As she reached the door, she hit an unexpected roadblock. "Mr. Gibson's out, Miss Sanders. If you need to talk, you could try giving him a call."Whether Trevon would even pick up was anybody's guess, a thought that Lydia could not help but echo silently to herself. "He's not here?"Lydia frowned in confusion. It was barely three in the afternoon. Trevon had no business being anywhere but his office. She had double-checked his schedule, and he was not due for any outings today."So, whe
Madeline watched Trevon end the call with Lydia and dial Daniel, her eyes drifting away, lost in thought.What was he even trying to prove? Drawing a line with Lydia? What was the point?Madeline rubbed her belly, which was starting to show, and winced. She wanted Trevon to cut ties with Lydia, but back then, he was rushing to the altar with her.When Madeline was ready to walk away, Trevon was suddenly all about setting boundaries, acting like he was ready to settle down for real.That did not sound like Trevon. Was he for real?It did not make sense. He was head over heels in love with Lydia. How could he flip-flop just like that?Thinking about it made Madeline's head spin. She shook it off, not wanting to waste another second on it.She had made up her mind to divorce him. What they thought, what they did—it was none of her business anymore.They pulled up to the hospital, and Trevon tried to follow her in, but she blocked him."My mom's fine, Mr. Gibson. You've got more i
Grandparents.In the Sanders family, that word was almost taboo, only brought up when Bella taught Madeline how to paint, and even then, only in whispers.Madeline gathered that her grandparents were masters with a brush, but their true identities were a mystery Bella never unraveled. She always reminded her daughter to keep it a secret from Cilix.As a child, Madeline never understood the secrecy. Only as she grew did she see it for what it was.A shield for Cilix's fragile ego.With Bella and Cilix's divorce, there was no longer a need to walk on eggshells."Mom, should I try to find out more about them?" Madeline ventured.Bella paused, a shadow crossing her face, then shook her head. "No, let the past stay buried. What matters is you, Madeline. Just take care of yourself and your little one."Bella's words trailed off as she seemed to run out of steam, her eyelids fluttering shut.Madeline, seasoned by past crises, did not panic. She tucked Bella in and settled into a chai
Yeneth blurted out an excuse and bolted for the front desk.Madeline, feeling uneasy, gave Sherah a heads-up before dashing back to the office.Meanwhile, Yeneth was halfway down the stairs when Carmen's voice cut through the air."Where's Yeneth? Get her out here! She needs to cough up my son's cash! After four years together, that girl blew through a hundred and fifty grand of my son's cash! Now that she realizes the well's run dry, she's kicked him to the curb!"That hundred and fifty thousand dollars was scraped together by my husband and I, penny-pinching every step of the way!"The bystanders could not help but chime in with their two cents."Four years, and only a hundred and fifty grand? That doesn't seem too steep. It's not a fortune.""I'd say it's pretty measly."Those folks were all office workers, pulling in decent paychecks. To them, 150 thousand dollars over four years was barely anything.Not everyone agreed."Check out the way that lady's dressed. She's clear
"You're charging me for taxi fares too? What about the utilities? Water, electricity, internet? You're hitting me up for those as well?"Yeneth laid out every memory in detail, and with each revelation, the crowd's sneers at York intensified.York's face turned a shade darker with each accusation. "Isn't this how it's supposed to be? We lived together, so we split everything down the middle. It's only fair!"Yeneth let out a cold snicker. "Oh, it's fair, all right. If you hadn't shown me this receipt book, I'd never have guessed that every single 'gift' you gave me was just another tube of lipstick. York, you're pretty smart, huh?"The guys in the crowd were clueless about her sarcasm, but the girls caught on immediately.Why lipsticks, of all things? What was a couple hundred bucks for a lipstick compared to the thousands they could drop on skincare or designer bags?"Ugh. No wonder you've only spent a measly hundred and fifty grand over four years. Such a tightwad!""One hundr
That batch of red wine did not look too strong, but it packed a punch.As the trio kept drinking, they slowly started to feel the buzz.Yeneth, glass in hand, her cheeks a rosy red, ranted, "Don't employees' lives count for anything? Overtime, day in and day out! It's enough to wear out a horse!"That darn Camden, always harping on about performance, about profits! Is game development just about the bottom line? What happened to the heart? Rubbish!"For a moment, she thought she saw Camden's face, and in a fit of anger, Yeneth tried to slap it away, nearly tumbling into her wine glass instead.Madeline, startled, rushed to steady her.Yeneth, still wobbly, stood up on her own, fixing Trevon with a steely gaze and said icily, "You're just another greedy capitalist."Trevon sat there, calm and collected, but his delayed movements and the occasional glint of bewilderment in his eyes betrayed his inebriation to Madeline.When Yeneth spoke up, he turned his head slowly, locking eyes
Madeline, caught up in the conversation with Caleb and Yeneth, turned around in shock at Trevon's question.He had just declared he would not touch a drop, and he was suddenly reaching for the wine?However, she let it go without a question.The red wine was smooth and inviting. If he felt like drinking, why not?Trevon grunted a greeting into his phone. "Mr. Caleb Jabs."Caleb snapped out of his reverie, returning the greeting with a subdued nod, his gaze deepening.Yeneth, caught between awkwardness and concern, glanced at Caleb. She was about to speak when a glamorous doctor in a white coat appeared beside him on the screen.The doctor, Camila Jervis, peered at the screen, her smile teasing. "Mr. Caleb Jabs, are you chatting with your girlfriend?"Two women were on the screen, leaving it unclear whom she meant.Caleb shook his head, offering no explanation, and instead asked, "Dr. Jervis, what's up?"Camila arched an eyebrow, not prying further. "The professor's ready to s
Yahir sipped his cola, feeling utterly dejected.He had bolted from the Lewis family feast, even at the risk of getting caught, just to pocket two bottles of Lafite.They were not the prized '1982' edition, but they were still pretty decent.His mom's constant marriage talk was a drag, but her taste in wine was impeccable. He was all set for a night of no-holds-barred drinking with Trevon.However, Trevon dragged him over to Madeline's, and under the pretext of her pregnancy, confiscated all the wine.Then, it sat tauntingly in the wine cabinet.Yahir gazed at it, each bottle seeming to whisper seductively."Come on, come have a taste."It was pure torture!He took another swig of cola."Whoa!"Yeneth's shout came out of nowhere.Yahir choked mid-sip.The cola fizz popped like fireworks in his throat, sending him into a coughing frenzy, his face flushing a deep crimson as the soda splashed across the floor.Madeline jumped at his coughing spectacle, hastily grabbing a tis
Madeline swung open the kitchen door to find Yahir wrapping his arms around Yeneth from behind, as if he could not bear to let her go.Her mind, already a whirlwind of thoughts, was completely thrown."What in the world..."Madeline was puzzled as she returned from the kitchen. She had only stepped away to make a call, and then Yeneth and Yahir were locked in an embrace.Yeneth tried to explain, "Madeline, this isn't what it looks like. I was just—"However, Yahir clamped a hand over her mouth, grinning at Madeline. "We're just playing around, Madeline. Hey, do you have any wine glasses? We need four. Let's celebrate!"Trevon stepped out from behind Madeline, his composed facade unbroken. "Lost your head? She's pregnant. Think she can drink?"Yahir smacked his forehead. "Oh, man. I totally spaced on that."Once Yeneth wriggled free, she took a deep breath and delivered a sharp kick to Yahir's leg. "Get off me!"She kicked with all her might, hitting Yahir's shin and sending a
At that moment, Trevon seemed to freeze, then he straightened his posture. "Madeline, Liam's role is to be your close protection, to ensure your safety."Madeline had faced too many close calls, and he could not shake his concern for her.However, she was fiercely independent. If it were up to him, he would keep her tethered to his side.Madeline let out a derisive snort. She knew Xoan well enough to know he could dig up information on Yoana, but not with such speed and precision.Xoan claimed Liam was the one who had lent a hand.Madeline knew Liam. That had Trevon's fingerprints all over it."Do you really think I've become so dim-witted from pregnancy that I can't think straight?"Trevon looked at her, a mix of frustration and affection in his eyes.She had once been so sweet and compliant. Then, she became so sharp and quick-witted, a match even for him.However, he preferred her that way."Madeline, I'm just looking out for you."Trevon had an insatiable need to know ev
"Madeline, I've got the scoop on Yoana," Xoan said.Madeline was taken aback. "So soon?"Xoan let out a sly chuckle. "It wouldn't have been this quick, but Liam lent us a hand."Madeline stole a quick look at Trevon, then cast her gaze downward.Fifteen years back, Yoana was forced out of the Sanders Group—a victim of Cilix's cunning plot.It was not just a simple resignation as Bella had naively believed. Yoana was secretly saddled with a mountain of debt.Cilix did not stop there. He tarnished Yoana's name throughout the industry.She could not land a respectable job to save her life.Her personal life was total chaos.Her husband, Jim Livingston, who was once a low-level office worker, had dived into business on the back of Yoana's earnings and made a pretty penny.However, when the bill came due, Yoana hit a wall. Jim had sent all his cash back to his folks, leaving peanuts behind.Yoana was floored. A decade of hard work, and not a dime to show for it.When she begged
Madeline swung the door open to find Trevon on her doorstep, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.Before she could get a word out, Yahir popped up from behind him with a grin. "Happy New Year, Madeline!"He waved a container of homemade goodies.Those two had nearly fought that morning, and then they were as chummy as can be—though Trevon looked like he would rather be anywhere else. However, he bit his tongue and kept quiet.With the Gibsons and the Lewises all cozied up for a New Year's feast, what on earth were those two doing there?Yahir's face fell. "Madeline, you've got no idea. My mom's a force of nature. Can you believe she's still dragging me to blind dates on New Year's Eve? I just had to bail."Madeline could not help but think about Liliana's earlier enthusiasm for rallying the troops and was at a loss for words."What about you, Trevon? What brings you here?" Madeline asked.Trevon pursed his lips. He was looking a little quiet too.Edith had been on his ca
Madeline walked into her house and immediately sensed something was up. She nudged the door wider and there was Yeneth, sparking an involuntary grin on her face."I thought you were going to be hibernating today?"Yeneth had been swamped with the Skylandia project, barely getting any sleep. She had texted Madeline about sleeping in on her day off.With a shrug and a smirk, Yeneth said, "Guess I'm just wired to work. Woke up at the crack of dawn, hung around in bed not to wake you, and by the time I showed up, you were already out and about."Madeline shut the door behind her, musing aloud."I've been turning it over in my mind. All this press and pest hunting is kid's play for the Sanders Group. To really take them on, we've got to… Yank the carpet out from under them?" Yeneth's smile was the answer Madeline needed as she shared her strategy."How's that sound?"Yeneth's thumbs-up was quick, but her frown came just as fast. "Fashion's a shark tank, and jumping in now? That's r
Madeline's request left Yoana taken aback.A wry smile crossed her face. "What can I possibly help you with at my age?"Madeline grasped her hand with conviction. "No, Mrs. Reed, you're the only one who can do this favor for me."Yoana looked down, her expression unreadable, and whispered, "You're giving me too much credit. Besides, with my background, there's no way I can go back to working with the Sanders Group. I have a couple of pairs of baby shoes here. Take them as a baby shower gift for your little ones."Madeline realized Yoana had gotten the wrong idea, thinking she was there about the Sanders Group or Cilix, and felt a twinge of disappointment."Mrs. Reed, please don't reject my request just yet. I'm planning to start my own fashion label. Everything Is underway, but I'm still missing one crucial piece—a designer."Madeline shared her vision.Yoana's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she heard Madeline's vision for her new company."That sounds just like the Sanders