Even though Sebastian had mentioned inviting others, Calista and Paul hadn't come across anyone else after changing their sports attire and entering the golf course.Calista was now pregnant so she couldn't participate in strenuous physical activities. Nonetheless, she had donned her sports attire and joined them."Mr. Hauser, have you had a chance to review the contract I sent you a few days ago?" Calista inquired.Sebastian, holding a golf club, waved his hand at Calista."Ms. Everhart, let's take a break from work and enjoy some leisure time. I don't talk about business during the game."Sebastian looked at her and continued, "How about guessing whether I can get a hole-in-one?"Before Calista could respond, Paul interrupted, "I've heard you're an award-winning golfer, Mr. Hauser. Getting a hole-in-one should be a piece of cake for you."Sebastian smiled and nodded, knowing what was on Paul's mind. During the mid-game break, Sebastian wiped off his sweat and drank water befor
Sebastian, who had some age to him, had just finished playing golf with Paul and was feeling the strain of the game.As he rested his aching arms and watched Jordan play, he couldn't help but be impressed by his skills.Sebastian initially thought Jordan's earlier impressive shot was just a fluke, but he soon realized he was wrong."Mr. Lancaster, your golf skills are remarkable. I've only seen such shots from professional players," Sebastian complimented.Jordan interrupted, "Oh, come on, Mr. Hauser. It's not that my golf skills are exceptional. It's just that your technique needs more practice."Sebastian was left speechless, feeling the sting of Jordan's retort. He couldn't believe that Jordan's emotional intelligence was so lacking.Jordan was known for his sharp tongue, but his lack of emotional intelligence was unexpected.Sebastian understood why women often found such behavior from such men irritating. If it weren't for the business aspect, Sebastian would have considere
Calista bid farewell to Sebastian. The middle-aged man who had seemingly ignored her earlier now wore a warm smile and showed enthusiasm."Ms. Everhart, no need to rush. It's 4.30 PM now, and I've already had my secretary book a table. It's the perfect time to discuss the business deal," Sebastian remarked.Calista found it difficult to decline Sebastian's offer."Alright. Let's wait for Mr. Lancaster to join us before we take off," Sebastian added.Calista's group followed suit, heading for a Calaiselle Cuisine not far from the golf club. It was a private restaurant renowned for its exclusivity, typically necessitating reservations.When they reached the private room, only three vacant seats were next to Jordan. Paul approached to claim one, but a man deeply immersed in his phone raised his head, a cunning grin playing on his lips."Mr. Baker, you're here as a companion today, correct? Is it okay for you to occupy this seat?" the man retorted.The man in his seat radiated an in
Henry noticed Selena turning pale as a sheet. He hurriedly patted her on her back to comfort her."The baby isn't gone. It's just …"He bit his lip before continuing to speak, "It was never there. Calista isn't pregnant. You were severely ill back then. You refused to eat or drink. We were all worried about you. That's when you misunderstood what was happening …"He rattled off as quickly as he could. He was afraid Selena would collapse if he hesitated for even a moment. Even then, he kept his eyes on her. His hand hovered behind her as if to support her. There was no need for Henry to continue. Selena could hazard a guess. Her brows furrowed further. "So, my grandchild is gone?" she asked mournfully."It's not that your grandchild is gone. There was never a grandchild," Henry corrected her."Doesn't that mean the same thing?""Strictly speaking …"It didn't mean the same thing. Selena glared at him in a threatening manner. It was as if she were daring him to argue. Henry st
Calista looked up; her eyes reflecting the dazzling lights above."I'll make you take back all the words you said about him being dead."Jordan was rendered speechless. A slight smile tugged at his lips before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. "Do you love him that much?""That is between him and I. It has nothing to do with anyone else.""But, I heard you and Mr. Northwood had gotten a divorce. If you love him so much, why haven't the two of you gotten remarried?"Calista turned her nose up at him."Take off your pants, and I'll tell you."She sounded stern as she spoke. It was as if she were researching and writing a thesis for college. Despite the ambiguity of her words, it was devoid of any allure. It failed to arouse any desire."Do you think Mr. Northwood would abandon you and your child if he were still alive?" Jordan asked.He took a step toward her. He brushed his other hand against her stomach."Or perhaps, I am Mr. Northwood. But what benefits would there be f
Kyros watched Jordan going through a document. From his perspective, all he could see were the latter's slightly long bangs in his face. "He said he'll return to celebrate the day the Northwood Corporation declares bankruptcy."Jordan turned a page."Is he in a remote location? Why haven't I been able to contact him?""Yeah," Kyros responded perfunctorily. Then, he reached for a medicine bottle from the drawer."Have you taken your medicine, Jordan?""I have."Kyros didn't bother to verify it this time and tossed the bottle back into the drawer. That was when the secretary arrived with desserts. So, he ate it. He looked to be in bliss the moment the cake was in his mouth. He resembled a fox savoring a divine delicacy.Jordan remained busy throughout the entire process. He was either going through documents, holding meetings, or making phone calls. Kyros propped his chin up as he watched him with bright eyes.Kyros didn't stay long and soon left. The moment he was gone, Jord
There was silence on the other end for a moment before Paul's gentle voice came through. It was clear he was smiling."Yes. Do you like them?"Calista stared at the bags of maternity products and felt a headache set in. She rubbed her temples."Paul, I don't need maternity goods. Please return them.""It'll be useful sooner than you realize. You're working at the Northwood Corporation now. You probably won't have time to pick these out yourself." Paul seemed to be busy. There was the occasional sound of papers flipping in the background."Plus, it's not easy to return those once they've been bought. Just keep them; you'll have to buy them eventually. If you feel bad about it, I'll be attending a banquet in a few days. I picked out a few outfits, but I can't decide on which one to go with. You can help me choose something.""Paul, I'm not pregnant. I don't need any of this."The false pregnancy was a cover-up to keep the ill-intentioned sleazeballs at the Northwood Corporation
Yara was at a loss for words. She had shot herself in the foot. She didn't think her luck would be quite so rotten.She awkwardly reached for her cup to take a sip of water. That was when Timothy began to speak. "I don't have an ex-girlfriend. I was never cheated on. I've never gifted anyone a car as a wedding gift. And, I've never owned a dog."Yara might not have believed him if he were any other man. But, if the words were coming from Timothy, it was true.He didn't seem like someone who would get himself a girlfriend. Who could tolerate dating a man who was always so elusive?"So, when are we going to register our marriage?"Yara spat out the water she was drinking.Droplets trickled down the man's handsome face and rolled along the back of the chair. She hurriedly reached out to catch the water droplets that were dripping from his jaw.She also attempted to help him wipe his face. Halfway through, she realized her hands weren't enough. She needed a napkin. It prompted her