“Really? That's terrifying.” Olivia subconsciously. Just like Alice, she couldn't help recalling all that she had said and done to Adair. “Did Adair give you a job?” David asked with an embarrassed smile. As the one who should've provided for his son, he was feeling really ashamed that there was nothing he could do to help himself or his family. Trevor nodded, “Adair made me the stand-in president of Dame's Enterprises.” Alice, who was about to ask something else, had her lips parted, but no word came out of it as she stared at Trevor in surprise. Stand-in president in Dame's Enterprises? She clearly read the news that said the previous president couldn't continue leading the enterprise for some reason, so a stand-in president was going to be brought in. Who knew that person was no one besides her elder brother. “Adair gave you such a big position? He's surprisingly one not to hold grudges.” Alice murmured. However, Olivia, who was surprised and elated just a while ago, suddenly

The word was floating in Zane's mind, and he was just about to say it when he heard the elevator ding open. A serious-looking Jordan appeared in their train of sight. “What are you doing here?” Zane asked with a shrug. Jordan walked past him and stopped before the man who attacked Trevor and his family. He asked instead, “Have you gotten anything out of him?” “You didn't need to come. I was handling the situation perfectly.” Zane replied instead, a small frown caressing his face. “Jordan Hale. You're alive, and you still seem to be Adair Huxley's lackey.” The man on the ground spat out, his voice coated with hatred. His words and tone caught Zane by surprise as it sounded like this person knew Jordan. But how could this person know Jordan without Zane knowing who he was? So to satisfy his curiosity, Zane turned to Jordan, “He knows you. How does he know you?”Jordan tilted his head to the side and used his feet to kick the man on the floor a few times and glanced at Zane, “His f

The air in the conference room was extremely tense as the two men who sat at the two opposite heads of the table stared at each other intensely. Trevor was the first to take off his eyes as he picked up his pen and wrote down something on the opened document before him. Afterward, he dropped the pen and interlocked his fingers. “Dame's Enterprises won't go into a collaboration with the Celestial Cooperation because of its past record of losing money. I stand to be convinced.” He said aloud, his eyes going to his left side where the people from Celestial Cooperation, the company owned by the Pitt's family, sat. There was silence for a while before one of them got up and walked to the electronic board. “We're not proud of what happened months ago, but I'd like to bring your attention to the company's recent financial history, which states that we've made a decent amount of money, which has been used to settle the debts the company accrued during its dark moments. Celestial Cooperati

Adair arrived home that evening clutching some bags. Layla, who was on the couch, watching a telenovela, glanced at him and her eyes gleamed happily. This wasn't because she was happy he was back, it was because whenever he came home clutching some bags, that meant he got her new bags and jewelries. Adair gave some to her and Sarah then proceeded to climb the stairs. However, he rushed back down minutes later, panic-stricken. “Where's Collette?” He asked Layla. Layla didn't glance at him, as her happiness for the things he had gotten her overshadowed the worry in his voice. “Collette left an hour ago. She said she had to meet a friend of hers and show her around Crest Ville.” “A friend of hers? Aster?” Adair said in a somewhat relaxed voice because he knew some of his men were watching after Aster and would step in if she tried to hurt Collette in any way. Come to think of it, he was getting worried for no reason. He had his men stationed around Crystal Palace to keep their eye

1627, Crest Ville Main MarketThe sun was bright and hot when it came in contact with the skin of humans as usual, but this didn't stop them from carrying out their daily activities. Among them was a woman who went from stall to stall asking one question, “I buy vervain for a very handsome price. Do you have any to sell to me?” Suddenly, she got pulled into a corner by an elderly woman. “Going around the market asking for who has vervain is the most stupid plan I've heard in a long time. It'll only be a matter of time before he finds out what you're doing. Get a grip on yourself, Hannah!” The elder woman berated the younger one. Hannah, who had her red hair held up neatly with a pin and had on a simple floral gown, sighed and shrugged the woman's hand away. “I know what I'm doing, and I'm more careful than usual. For example, do you know Jordan is walking around the market as we speak?” Hannah scoffed. “Jordan Hale? Adair's right-hand man?” The elderly woman asked to confirm th