Dylan sighed as he remembered the discussion he had had with Cleo after getting back to the hotel he was staying. He had nowhere else to go since he didn't feel like going to the Harper's residence or doing anything for them. He wanted things to calm first. At least, he wanted them to think things are getting better.He sat down, still in thought about the information he received from Cleo… He went back to when she made the confession."It was just last month. There was a girl in the accounting department named Ravenna Hastings. She's a feisty one and she seems to have a problem with Madame Sharon then. According to rumors, there were times Madame Sharon and Ravenna were caught arguing but no one really knows what they argued about. Then one day, she fell off the stony stairs in the building and died. It was an accidental accident according to the cops."Remembering those words, he was caught in a web of different opinions and beliefs. If the mother of Ravenna confronted Madame Sharon

Dylan was allowed in and he sized the living room up. It was fairly grand, especially for someone who he must have thought was poor or at least financially stable.As he heard footsteps, he looked toward the stairs and found the familiar woman he came here for. Maria Hastings. She was beautiful for someone around the age of his mother-in-law. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes and she screamed elegance just by looking at her.But she was a sad woman. Even though she hides it, it was written all over her face.She got to Dylan and forced a smile. "So I was told you're here to speak to me about my daughter. Do you know her?" She questioned.Dylan shook his head and answered, "Unfortunately, no. I don't know her personally but I've heard about her.""Heard?" Madame Maria asked in confusion.Dylan nodded. "I heard what happened to her in Harper Enterprises." He divulged.Madame Maria furrowed her brows in confusion. "You heard that? It's not possible since that wicked woman, Sharon, d

"Oh, my God. Harold?" Hermione said with a gasp. She couldn't believe she was seeing her cousin from her mother's side.He left the country for greener pastures and he said he wasn't sure he was returning but seeing him back was a bolt from the blue.Madame Sharon walked toward him, still looking like she was seeing a ghost. She furrowed her brows as she got closer to him and stopped dead in her tracks. "Harold, is this really you?"Harold gave them an enigmatic grin and answered. "Flesh and blood, aunt. I decided Melrovia should be my home.""Your home?" Madame Sharon asked in incredulity and scoffed. "Well, in this home, we're currently walking on pins and needles."Harold frowned and fully entered inside with his traveling bag. "Whoa, what a welcome!" He grumbled and stopped in front of Hermione with a smile on his face. "So how are you?"Hermione shook her head with a pouty expression. "Not fine. You came back at the wrong time."Harold was officially confused. He turned to look a

"Three hundred billion dollars?!" Dwayne yelled in disbelief and stupefaction. "Son, that amount of money is too much for us to just give away. What are we going to tell the board about how such an amount left the company? We'll need an explanation that is plausible."Sean walked toward his grandfather's desk and stood in front of his father and grandfather. "I know, dad, but I had no other choice. I needed her by all means and with this, she's forthwith stuck with us. She and her family.""The money can't be dug from the ground, Sean. It's damn too much. Even for us." Dwayne debated further, showing his displeasure and umbrage toward it."I know we don't have to take the money from the company, dad. We have savings, and I'm sure you guys have slush funds hidden away. Come on, help me out. Let's work it out together." He desperately pleaded.Dwayne sighed, looking demoralized and he glanced at his father who kept shut. He couldn't believe he was just going to give such a huge amount o

"Are you sure he's not capable of affording the car? I mean, why would he come here to buy a car when he can't afford one?" One of the guys questioned. It was obvious he was the only one seeing reason.Lefty scoffed with her hips jutted out and her hands folded. She kept looking at Dylan, accessing him before answering, "Does he look like someone that can afford such a car? He's probably just trying to flirt with the poor sales lady.""But we know Dylan, Letty…" The other girl interjected. "He's not someone who jokes around or even flirts around. Don't you think you're only falling down the rabbit hole by accepting such a deal?"Dylan's mouth curled up into an enigmatic smile. Who cares if she's receiving warnings from her friends? She can't back out now. She's going to have to pay for daring to insult his mother with her unfiltered mouth. Next time, she'll learn how to zip it.He then took out his bank card and gave it to the saleswoman. "Swipe it."Instantly, the Saleslady took it a