MEANWHILE, as Bruce and Samantha went onto the Sandoval mansion, both of them immediately went into the bedroom with grimaces on their faces. Bruce let go of Samantha’s hand, and the latter couldn’t care less. Her mind was wandering on August’s existence and she didn’t even notice it anymore. “Hey, sister-in-law—” Daphne, who just walked onto the living room, waved her hand as she was about to greet Samantha… Only for Samantha to not greet her back, nor even take a glance at her. “Wow…” Daphne parted her lips in shock. When she moved her gaze to Bruce, she saw how his brows were furrowed, too.  “You two had a love quarrel, didn't you?!” She added teasing them, but no on

“MRS. JOHENS.”“Yes?” Mrs. Johens, who was currently wiping the table as the two customers left for their seats when they finished eating, suddenly stopped what she was doing as she heard someone come. "It's me," August answered as the smile never left his lips. He was glad to see Mrs. Johens again as both of them weren't able to see each other for a long time."Who?" Her head turned onto the man who called her, and a gasp escaped her lips, followed by her eyes widening as she saw August standing behind her.“August!”She left her chore, went quickly to the sink to wash her h

WITHOUT a second thought, August immediately ran into the Mercedes-Benz and called Nicollo, who fortunately was standing near their car at that time.Nicollo was about to puff his electric cigarette, but he quickly placed it in his pocket when he saw how worried August’s expression was. Thinking that it might be about him getting caught puffing a cigarette during his break time, he bowed his head, ready to apologize.But August’s command snapped him out of his thoughts.“Accompany me to the same place today,” said August as he pulled the car door to the side. He didn’t even wait for Nicollo to do it. “The same place where we went earlier,” he added as he sat in the middle seat.His palms were accumulating sweat more than usual. H

“HEY, AUGUST.” A man wearing an expensive white and blue checkered polo shirt and black pants greeted him.  Even though it was late in the evening, that man even flexed his Ray-ban sunglasses at the top of his head— like he wanted August to realize how rich he was, and how different their worlds were. It’s no other than Bruce. August tried to maintain his composure, but the fact that Bruce even had the courage to go to the Remington Mansion just to see him— he couldn’t help but feel amused. That emotion was even visible in his eyes. “Long time no see, don’t you think?” Bruce asked in a sarcastic tone as he raised a brow, smirking. ‘His courage is something,’ August said

MEANWHILE, in the Sandoval mansion, Samantha was walking back and forth while waiting for Bruce to come home. She knew his plan all along— on going to the Remington mansion to ask August about setting an appointment with Charles Remington— but she’s still nervous. ‘Of all the years I worked for the Sandoval Corporation, I knew that the high-ranking people don’t show themselves that much,’ Samantha said at the back of her mind. Samantha played with her lower lips using her fingers as she continued walking like a tornado that continued spinning. She looked at her wristwatch again and muttered, “Why isn’t he here?” “Sis, can you just sit down?” Daphne, who was also in the living room with her, spoke. “I’m watching TV and I can’t seem to focus. I’m already dizzy because you walk back and forth like this place is a runway.” Samantha’s face went into a grimace. She raised a brow as her other hand went on her waist— like a landlady ready to attack Daphne anytime. “If you’re just going to