All Chapters of TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“What do you mean by a losing the company type of threat?” Andre fired, the chicken pie dropping from his hand in fear. Freda looked at the mess he had created on the floor in a disgruntled manner, looking back to the landline phone as if the caller was still stuck there. Her face looked flushed, as if she had just seen a ghost. She looked at Andre, mouth agape, and quietly took her seat, looking around the room as if soliciting for help from viewers. As she dropped the phone, Freda’s face drained of its warm, golden glow, leaving her complexion a stark, ashen gray. Her skin seemed to tighten, pulling taut over her cheekbones and forehead, as if the very life force was being sucked from her pores. The vibrant pink of her lips faded to a pale, tremulous whisper, and her eyes, once icy and cold, dimmed to a dull, glassy stare. As she sat there, frozen in shock, her entire presence seemed to whisper a silent scream, a haunting testament of impending doom about to throw their lives i

Andre had never been so desperate in his close to thirty years on the planet called Earth. He knew now that he wanted—no, needed—Lana more than ever. She was making things fall apart, and he knew he had to get to her before it got to the extent where his mother brought in the legal line of defence. After his mother’s announcement earlier in the week, Andre had raced against time to try to establish communication with her, but all his calls had been bounced. She had even once threatened to get a court-issued restraining order on him, not that he cared about it. Now, the week had moved very fast, and there had been a chain of events set in place by the revelation of the eclipse on both sides. Sally had been very active and had proved to be a thorn in the a*s, while Freda wasn’t ready to let go so easily. Now it was Monday, and the Audit Commission was on their way here from the Department of Finance in the morning. She must have had strong standing with the government for them to se

This was going to be the litigation of the century. No one had ever tried to dispute the ruling of the Audit Commission, not to mention taking them to court, but Freda was here, trying to do exactly what no one in history had ever done. She was so bent on dragging them to court, and Andre wondered if her mother should actually drag the audit commission to get level or just drag Sally and Lana to court over one thing or another; there was always one reason to go to court if her mother wanted it. The meeting with the lawyers was getting heated, and Freda wasn’t taking it easy on the innocent legal practitioners. “Spare me all those shenanigans and shitty stories. How can we get out of this mess?” she questioned bluntly. Alex adjusted his eyeglasses to properly sit on his nose. “If we are going to do this, I’m going to know what is involved here.” “That is business for the family lawyer, not you. Do you want to do this, or do you want to get out of here?” "Well, then, we could act

She couldn’t possibly know the kind of trap she was walking into. Despite the perils of the business world that she had successfully navigated to this point, Freda still considered Lana a little too gullible at this point. That’s why she had just consented to the invitation without giving it a second thought. Freda had planted camera men with equipment ready to stream their conversation, and her legal team had also invited the senior team; there was no way Lana could escape their interviewing wits without getting herself into a scandal that would surely burn her in one way or another. Freda smiled, satisfied with her own plan, and sat in the restaurant, waiting for her team of lawyers and then her prey. Lana, dressed in a sleek and sophisticated ensemble, exudes confidence and poise. She donned a tailored black pencil skirt that fell just above her knees, paired with a crisp white blouse adorned with subtle lace trim and a delicate silver brooch. A fitted blazer complements her cur

The trip to Cartonica had been gruesome, lasting seventeen hours, but Cameron had paid no attention to the time spent. If it were within his power, he would have stopped the pilot from giving them the two-hour stopover that occurred in between the trips. As he got down from the phone, he quickly took off his phone from the flight mode as previously advised by the pilot and placed a call through to Becca. The call droned on until it was forwarded to the answering machine. It was strange for her to leave her phone hanging, but then strange things had been happening these days—a lot of strange things. He properly straightened the jacket he was wearing and headed towards the relaxation area like the other travellers, paying constant attention to the expensive, shiny timepiece on his hand, measuring the time used and the time he still had. He looked around the airport, searching for somewhere he could find something to fill his stomach on, and discovered where they had landed was more