Though Ember was as rotten as she was a schemer, she was genuinely in love with Zachary.Meanwhile, Debbie was watching them nearby, finding Ember an eyesore no matter how she looked.Still, she turned away and whipped out a phone to make a call.It was soon answered."Mr. Jefferson? James is…"…Isaac had just met the Raideens.In any situation, they would first consider profit and then the big picture, but neither gave them reasons to help Irene. In fact, she was the reason their profits were hurt—since they were Minervans, and they controlled the interest of Mead Clinic.Naturally, they told Isaac that they were already doing him a favor by not adding fuel to fire.Isaac, however, knew that they were just refusing because he did not sweeten the pot enough. He whipped out his phone, about to make a call, when Debbie's call came.He answered it, but Debbie was stuttering a lot."Just tell me already!" he snapped."James… is in a vegetative state. He's at the Central Ho
Ember had a look of utter contempt. "You keep insisting that you are close with Mr. Cross, but you're in such a hurry to leave him already? You hardly look like you're mourning, too—are you really a friend to Mr. Cross as you kept claiming?"Debbie narrowed her eyes at Ember for seconds, but ultimately kept quiet and strode off, bearing with her snide remarks.After all, she knew that arguing or explaining would never work with Ember—the best option was to silence her permanently! On the other hand, Ember appeared disgruntled, but Zachary put a hand on her arm before she could, and even spoke on Debbie's behalf. "Ember, everyone including Debbie is hurting after what happened to James. She can come off as cold, but that comes with working with Isaac—it's not as if she doesn't care, but she's just that good at hiding her feelings."Ember appeared a little jealous that Zachary knew Debbie so well. "You seem to know everything about her… But I still think that she's up to no good."
There were those who willfully made the wrong choices for short term profits.Irene certainly learned her lesson this time. "Do you know what's going to happen if you insist on being so stubborn?" Her interrogator glared at her. "You're pregnant. Shouldn't you think of your child, even if you don't care about yourself?"Irene's fingers clenched. "I told you—I admit to damaging the research effort, and I'll take my punishment accordingly."After all, the hospital could only fire her and demand compensation, but it seems that the Minervan government wanted to make her crime a bigger issue than it was. She knew all too well that if she confessed, they would use her to cause an international conflict.Her interrogators suddenly stopped to whisper to each other.Irene could not hear what they were saying, but it definitely was nothing good given the looks on their faces.And her hunch proved right soon enough.It seemed that they could not get what they wanted from Irene, and the
This time, Irene was denied food and water from her cell, and she could occasionally hear a baby's tormented cries.She curled into herself, clutching her belly whenever she heard it, fearful that the same would happen to her own child. She had no idea how long she was kept in that dark cell, which seemed to transcend beyond space and light.At first, she knocked on her door to get a response, but her answer was silence.Eventually deciding that it was pointless, she simply gave up and idled to save her strength. As more time passed, thirst and hunger seized her, and she yearned to see the light again."Who can save me?"As she curled into herself at a corner of the wall, her thoughts soon became a mess and she started hallucinating.She started to tremble whenever she heard the baby's cries now.…Over at Duran, Isaac met Auric at a 7-star hotel.The venue was grand beyond description, and the furnishings within were just as extravagant. Crystals, velour, red velvet, and
Auric disagreed with Isaac's idea. "Minervan leaders have been trying to halt Zidonian's progress, and they'll make a huge fuss if they get any dirt. I really don't think you should go so far if it's not anyone important—""They're important to me, Auric."Isaac knew that he must sweeten the pot enough for the Minervans to release Irene and being the oil barons of Minerva, the Raideens would definitely take the deal.He was convinced that the Raideens would talk to the right people despite their personal agenda."You could talk to the ambassador—""That's too slow for me." Isaac had not the slightest hope for the Minervan embassy because it meant going through the bureaucracy. He could not wait while Irene was pregnant—not with all the procedures and intrigue potentially involved!This was his only option, given the Minervans' cunning nature.Naturally, he would lose money because it was such a roundabout solution, but that loss mattered not in comparison to Irene.Auric thou
Erin Gooding strode into the room. "Did you just say James Cross? He's a vegetable?"Erin was Mick's adopted daughter, and Stephen naturally knew her.However, he had no idea what got her so agitated…"You know James?" he asked.Mick was watching Erin too—was there something between her and James that he did not know?Erin hastily explained, "I met him when I was trying to ask Isaac Jefferson where my mother was buried.""Oh, I see." Stephen thought nothing of it.On the other hand, Mick knew his daughter—if she and James were mere acquaintances, she would not get so agitated after learning that James fell into a vegetative state. Breathing a sigh, he thought to himself that his child was an adult now, and it was time she left the nest."You should go visit him."Erin was actually surprised by Mick's words. "Dad…?""Go!" Mick waved her off. "Just don't forget your way home."Erin bit her lip. "Thanks, Dad."With that, she ran into her room to pack her bags.Stephen was a
The man who answered the door was taller than Isaac. His skin was fair but rough, his hair was combed backward, and his eyes were a shocking blue, sharp and pronounced like his other facial features.Naturally, he was not the type people fall in love with at first sight, but one would never get bored ogling him.Standing aside, he said, "I've been waiting."Isaac entered. His clothes were thoroughly wrinkled after flying in and out of the country, his collar slightly open and stubbles visible on his chin.But it still did not affect his good looks—it added a sense of rugged maturity to him, in fact.He flexed his neck, which had gotten stiff from sitting, as he settled down on the couch. Sammy sat opposite him and asked, "Where is it?"Isaac threw the papers on the table.…Sammy was a Raideen. The head of the family was almost eighty now, and was barely surviving after suffering a heart condition. Naturally, the question of who his inheritance would go to was asked w
Irene's throat was so dry she could not speak, and she did not dare to lower her hand stopping the blinding light burning her eyes.That was when she smelled food. Though she lowered her hand to look for it, she still had to keep her eyes closed because of the glaring light.Even if they were trying to force her to talk, they did not dare to go too far because it would escalate matters, and their opposition were already questioning their actions in this matter.With pressure bearing down on them from every corner, they could only resort to mental duress."Want a drink? Or food?" They lay out everything in front of Irene. "Admit that you're a spy, and you can have it all."Irene's eyes narrowed. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, but she firmly shook her head. Her fortitude was certainly shocking."Quit being so stubborn!" "No, I don't think she would last. Let's see how much longer she can hold out for!"The other man doubted that Irene would stay apathetic with the temptat