“What?” Emily, who didn't hear what he said due to his words being slurred, asked again. Blood drained from Elizabeth's face for a second before she regained her composure. “He seems to be dead drunk, auntie. Point me towards his room and I'll take him there.” Elizabeth interjected, placing Daniel's hand on her shoulder. “You don't have to. I'll call one of the maids to help him to his room. Sorry you had to see him like this.” Emily apologized, dispelling Elizabeth's request, but couldn't help feeling proud in her heart.Not only did Elizabeth have a good profession, but she also had a good upbringing compared to Taylor. Forget it, she would no longer think about that wench. If only she knew the reason Elizabeth decided to help Daniel to his room wasn't because she cared, but because she feared he'd repeat what he said about her hair. “I insist, auntie.” She shook her head at Emily's words. Left with no choice, Emily beckoned a maid to lead Elizabeth to Daniel's room. As soon
Elizabeth was soon done administering drugs to the man and left, ignoring his heated gaze on her. “I hope we meet again in three days. Or less.” She concluded, disposed of the original liquid she would've given him and picked the tray containing the empty syringe and walked out. She dropped it off and headed straight to her office, where she was informed there was a woman waiting for her. “You don't just show up in my office without informing me, mother.” She groaned, seeing Ava in her office. Ava, who was admiring the painting within the office, smiled proudly, seeing her daughter dressed in a white lab coat. “You said you wanted to see me. I still have the message.” Ava defended, waving her phone for emphasis. Elizabeth sighed and walked to her chair. “I know I did, but I sent you a follow-up message saying we'll meet in the hospital's parking lot.” “You did?” Ava mumbled, opening Ava's message. She clicked her tongue when she saw the unread message. She left the house as so
That night, Andrew stood on his balcony, fiddling with an unlit cigarette, when a call came on his phone. He paused and reached into his pocket. “Speak.” “The FTC apologized for the sudden search when they found nothing.” Kaleb's voice sounded from the other end, “Do I move back the ledgers and goods?” Andrew thought for a second before he refuted, “Don't. I have a feeling Daniel won't relent and the next time, we have no idea who they'd send or what time they'd come. So take the goods and leaders to a safer place.” “Yes, boss.” Kaleb agreed without hesitation. Andrew ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. His door flew open the next second. “Shouldn't you be sleeping?” He asked, not turning to see who it was. Whoever the person was, this person said nothing as he moved within the room in search of something. “Where is she?” He asked when he didn't see who he was after. Andrew pretended not to know who he was talking about and slowly turned around. Resting
As people ate their breakfast the next morning while using their phone, a particular news kept popping up. Its heading was especially inviting that they all had to click it out of curiosity. “Just In: Nathaniel Reynolds, a model and rapper, has been exposed for sleeping with countless models in the industry! It's said that he exploits them and forces them to sleep with him in exchange for making their life in the modeling agency peaceful. #cancelnathanielreynolds!” Andrew took a sip from his coffee as he read the news. He suddenly smiled and dropped his tablet on the dining table, but paused, seeing Nicholas' blank eyes on him. “What?” “How you're still sitting there, not bothering to pay her a visit after she was almost raped by a friend I brought because you made her act like a maid, is really bothering me.” Nicholas outrightly said. He wasn't one to hide what he was thinking, as he only viewed such behavior as a burden. Why keep it in when you can say it and get it off your ch
“He didn't listen to me.” Elizabeth said as she glanced at the tall building meters away from where she parked her car. The building had the initial 'AS' which stood for Andrew's Solution. Ava, who sat beside her, sighed and took off her glasses, “If you can't get him to change his mind, why do you think I can?” “Because you're his mother-in-law.” Elizabeth said outrightly. “Dante's company was on the verge of going bankrupt because Andrew attacked it. He doesn't care about anyone besides himself.” Ava frowned, leaning her head on the headrest. Elizabeth finally took her eyes off the building as she asked, “The fundraiser event will happen tomorrow. Even if he doesn't come, Taylor will attend on his behalf.” Ava glanced at her daughter and nodded in understanding. If everything goes according to plan at the fundraiser event, Taylor would be in hell. Before Elizabeth asked the driver to drive off, she paused and glanced at her mother, Andrew's chiseled back flashing back into her
The face looked oddly familiar to Elizabeth, but as she stared at him, trying hard to recall where she had seen him before, Dante had flared up in rage. “Who is he? He's one of your boy toys, isn't he? Don't you know you're supposed to get rid of them as the married woman that you are!” Dante yelled, pointing a finger at Taylor's nose in rage. He didn't recognize who the man was and quickly assumed the worst. Taylor swallowed a painful lump as her body trembled in shock and heartbreak. She slowly glanced up at Charles, who had gulped down the champagne with a nonchalant look. However, he glared at Dante when he heard the middle-aged man's words to Taylor. Instead of speaking to Dante directly, he turned to Taylor with the most respectful look he could muster, “Mrs. Radford, who is this?” His question made Dante blush in embarrassment. How could this brunt claim not to know him! Most importantly, how could Taylor keep such a rude person as a friend? Look at him, he didn't even bo
While the fundraiser event was ongoing, in a golf field with bright lights placed all around the vicinity, a concentrated Daniel swung his golf club. The ball flew up and dropped straight into the hole after seconds of being in the air. Daniel smiled in satisfaction and waited for another ball to be placed for him. Just then, a woman, in a short -suit skirt, walked in. She waited for him to play before saying why she had come, “Mr. Holt, Mr. Radford is here, should I let him in?” “Let him in.” Daniel instructed without glancing at her. The woman nodded and walked back to where she came from. Minutes later, a suited Andrew waltzed into the golf field. “I didn't think you'd accept my invitation to come see me.” Daniel chuckled as soon as Andrew got close. Andrew didn't reply immediately as he looked around the golf field. “Isn't it too late to play golf?” “Why not? I purchased the golf field not too long ago.” Daniel refuted, handing the golf club to the person next to him. He al
Chapped lips, trembling eyes and unable to keep her eyes open. Taylor curled into a ball form on her bed, clutching tightly to her aching stomach. For some reason, she naively believed she could stomach the pain of not eating for more than twenty-four hours. She glanced at the time and hissed in pain. She still needed to go for another twelve hours to complete the two days. Taylor's lips were chapped, and her throat was dry, since she hadn't tasted water or anything liquid for more than a day. She was too weak to do so, and Andrew had ordered the maids not to help Taylor with anything. If she wanted something, she should get it herself. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping she'd sleep off and wake up in twelve hours. Just then, she heard her door open, then the sound of soft footsteps. Taylor was too weak to get up and see who it was, so she just laid there. Something dropped beside her face and she quickly reached for it, seeing it was freshly baked bread. Not caring who drop