BACK AT the Remington Corporation, August continued working and reviewing the proposals sent to him as usual. Despite knowing how Fiona’s press conference shocked almost everyone in town, especially her colleagues, August did not let those external factors affect his work.“Almost done…” August looked at the left side of his table which was stockpiled earlier, but now, there were only two or three proposals he needed to review.And it was almost past one p.m., and lunchtime was already over before he even knew it. If he managed to be as focused as he was today, he could take the half-day off and spend some time with Charles again. In fact, he planned to visit again after his work since he was done with his plan.August closed the document he just finished reading and placed it on the right side of the table. After giving his feedback about those documents, he called Sapphire on the telephone to get the documents and process them.He wanted Sapphire to rest, but he knew how hard-heade

AUGUST’S hold on the control grip tightened as he accelerated the speed of his motorcycle. His mind went blank as his heart thumped rapidly, feeling the bursting rage inside his heart. “Abducted?” August repeated Daphne’s statement earlier, but this time, he had a low and dangerous tone. “Fiona was almost abducted?” “Yeah,” Daphne confirmed on the other line. Daphne looked at Fiona who was sleeping peacefully in her white queen-sized bed, which was the exact opposite of her expression earlier when she called Daphne and sought her help. Fiona told Daphne that August was not answering her calls, and Daphne made it just in time to save Fiona from her abductors before they found her. Daphne was just as nervous as the young girl, but realizing that no one would save them at this moment except themselves, Daphne remained strong. And fortunately, they were able to reach the secret house and hide there for a moment. However, Daphne’s heartbeat was still rapid, her body and hands were s

WITH his forehead creased, Francis stared at his father more than usual. He tried to decipher the other emotion Francis could see in Wesley's eyes but failed.However, despite not knowing what was happening, Francis was certain about his hunch. Something is wrong with his father, and he needed to know what that was.“Why are you staring at me like that?” Wesley asked, his one eyebrow raised. “What do you want to ask me?”“What plan specifically do you have in mind?” Francis inquired, and a mixture of curiosity and nervousness was evident in his voice.Wesley remained silent. He leaned onto the couch and stared at Francis with his usual cold and domineering expression. He had a plan in mind, and Francis' reaction and answer to that plan would be the one to determine the answer to the question lingering on his mind for days.‘Is my son hiding something from me?’ Again, the question resurfaced.“About the search warrant…” Wesley made a short dramatic pause as he wanted to observe Fran

The next morning, August had a slight change in his work today. Instead of his usual routine, of sitting on the office chair while reviewing his never-ending business documents, he was with Sapphire today as they roamed around the different departments. He wanted to check if everything was still in place. Just because he was taking care of the revenge right now doesn’t mean that he would neglect his duties as Charles’ heir. And speaking of Charles, August missed him again, so he might visit him again once he found free time in his overwhelming schedule and emotions that were all over the place. Later on, he arrived at the strategy department—the department he cared about the most as he used to work there, too. August smiled at the back of his mind as his employees stopped talking about Fiona for now, even though it was still the most popular topic in the country. “What’s the progress of our products?” August asked Yolie, who is in charge of the products August wanted to formulate

WITH EVERYONE’S eyes around him, August opened the brown envelope and pulled the white paper inside it. His face was serious, his stance unwavering, and his aura exuded dominance and authority on it.After that, August stood firmly as his gaze roamed around the area. At that moment, the reporters were still doing what they were doing earlier—throwing him questions, being desperate to increase their news ratings, and dragging the other channels.But August didn’t give a shit about those channels or exclusive interviews. What he wanted was for the people to listen to him, and give their attention to him.Only him.In a second, the noisy buzz faded. The reporters suddenly noticed the intimidating aura August was exuding, which made them quiet even without