All Chapters of Chairman Grey's Legitimate Daughter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NARRATIVEFLASHBACK "Imogen!" She stopped abruptly and turned on her heels back to Yori who was right behind her. "What?" She said, raising a brow in confusion. She couldn't understand why Yori had to stop her just when she was about walking out the door. "Just look what you almost did." Yori said, drawing her attention to her purse bag right on Scarlett's vanity. "Jeez! The fuck!" Imogen cursed as she hurriedly went back and picked it up. "I'd have been so damned if you hadn't seen this on time. Why do I keep fumbling?! I'm so glad you came in here with me, Yori." She said, looking around Scarlett's room once more to make sure she didn't forget anything else. "Look at me Yori, did I lose anything? Are my earrings intact? Is my necklace still on my neck? How about my bracelet?" She went on to look herself all over trying to make sure she left no clue in Scarlett's room while Yori gave her a bored look. "Can you stop being so dramatic?" Yori finally said, swatting her arm a litt

NARRATIVE "Amelia look, someone's here to see you." Amelia looked up from the pile of files on her desk, glanced briefly at her computer before trailing her gaze around the newsroom she was in. Her colleague, Lavender, sitting opposite smiled at her, tilting her head slightly to the side indicating that Amelia look behind her. On seeing her gesture, Amelia turned her gaze behind her only to see Susan grinning widely at her. "Susan! What a surprise girl, you didn't say you were coming over my office today." Amelia said, a pleased smile over her face. Susan's her good friend who works at the research department of JP's Enterprise, although she's a junior staff. Also, considering Amelia had visited her at the company not quite long ago, she didn't expect that Susan would check on her today. "Yeah," Susan sighed, pulling out a chair beside Amelia and sitting on it. She's a beautiful blonde with nice freckles. "What's wrong? You don't seem cheerful." Amelia noted.

NARRATIVE "Hey! Pour me another glass." The bar attendant stared at the beautiful lady in shock. This was her sixth bottle of beer and he was amazed she could hold her liquor to this moment. Though, she was now wasted as she sat slouched on her chair, leaning against the counter. Her eyes red and eyelids swollen while she battled with her lashes, to keep her eyes open. It was only natural that the bar attendant serve her as she'd requested, after all, she's only a customer and he, an attendant. He needed no one to tell him the identity of the drunk lady. She's Imogen Grey. The second daughter of the renowned Chairman Grey and twin sister to the handsome general manager of JP's Enterprise. However, the attendant couldn't help but wonder why she'd come to drink at the pub alone. It was unusual as she's a lady; a pretty one at that and it was a late at night. Although he could see a burly guard standing a little bit afar off, watching her. Notwithstanding, he gave her anothe

SCARLETT'S POV*Heidi, I'm sorry. I won't be coming home tonight* I sighed as I read through Dad's short text. Closing my eyes, I leaned back on the car seat as memories came to my mind. Memories of when I used to have dinner with just Mom(foster) and Skylar_since we were practically neighbors back home in Australia and ninety nine percent of the time, we spent the night at each other's place. Since I returned to my real family, I've not experienced a lovely family dinner like I once used to. I miss them so much. Lazily, I opened my eyes and glanced at my phone lying on my laps. I just talked with Skylar some minutes ago. If I should text her again, that wouldn't be bad right? I smiled and sat upright with such thoughts in mind. But on second thought, my smile left my face the moment I remembered I already talked about everything with her.But hello...I'm bored, so who cares? We can just have an emoji fight. Lol! I grinned as my excitement returned, glancing briefly out

NARRATIVE Cora smiled through the tears running down her cheeks in torrents, as she stared at the love letters she'd written since several years for Ashton but was rejected and sent back to her. She was sitting in her room chair, the pile of letters on the table before her. An ashtray nearby and a lighter on it. She hadn't taken up her window blinds, neither was the light turned on so her room was dark. Except for the small bedside lamp that she'd left on since the previous night. As Cora stared at her letters somberly, she finally came to a conclusion. She'd tried her best to win Ashton's love. She's been trying for several years now but her attempt never blossom even the smallest of result. Picking up several of the colored envelopes_which contained her numerous love letters to him, she lit up the lighter and slowly placed the yellow flame on the paper, holding it above the ashtray. And as she watched the flame consumed them to ash, she wiped her eyes_which doesn't se