The living room in the Lennart mansion remained eerily quiet as Zinnia struggled to recover from the forceful slap delivered by her grandmother. Ma'am Luna's stern expression held no hint of remorse, and the shock on Zinnia's face mirrored the collective astonishment of the family. For almost a minute, Zinnia stood there, speechless and wide-eyed. The room's tension thickened as the weight of the consequences sunk in. Finally, she managed to stammer, "Grandmother, what was that for?" Ma'am Luna, her gaze unwavering, replied with an icy tone, "That was for your reckless behavior and disrespect, Zinnia. It's high time you learn to take responsibility for your failures. Secondly and most importantly," Ma'am Luna took a step forward, her voice thickened as she continued, “It's because of your woeful breakdown. You've failed again. How dare you?!”Zinnia's brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his disapproval evident. He spoke to add pepper to the hot issue. "You've gone too far this tim

Ma'am Luna, upset and visibly distressed, sat in her room, contemplating the repercussions of the lost deal. George, her son, entered with a concerned expression, attempting to ease her turmoil. “Mother, I understand how important this deal was for the family, but stressing over it won't change what happened.” Ma'am Luna, sighing heavily, responded, "George, this was a crucial deal for the legacy of the Lennart family. Losing it is a severe blow." George, trying to console her, said, "Mother, we've faced challenges before and emerged stronger. We can bounce back from this." Ma'am Luna, still disheartened, shook her head. "This was different, George. The consequences of this loss are far-reaching. It is not just about the deal; it is about the future of the Lennart legacy." George, choosing his words carefully, remarked, "Mother, we still have assets, alliances, and capable individuals within the family. We can rebuild." Ma'am Luna, looking at George, acknowledged his attempt to

Duncan and Karla exchanged surprised glances, both wondering how a tracker ended up in Karla's car. Karla, trying to wrap her head around it, babbled, "Why would anyone track my car? And why do you think of it immediately?" Duncan, deep in thought and having a sudden flashback, cut in, "It's probably Gregg. When we went to his hideout, he might have planted these trackers in the car. I think there might be more, and the mechanic might not have noticed them since they seem unnoticeable."Karla, skeptical, shook her head, "Duncan, that can't be possible. Why would Gregg want to track us?" Duncan, connecting the dots, replied, "He knows we're onto something. He is likely trying to stay one step ahead. We need to be careful. Let's check the car thoroughly. If there are more trackers, we need to get rid of them."As they meticulously inspected the car, uncertainty lingered in the air. Duncan and Karla, after a thorough search, found no other tracker chip attached to the car. Duncan, c

Laila stood in front of her mirror, applying lotion to her face. Unclear images of Gregg flashed in her mind, intertwining with those of another man. She shut her eyes momentarily as if trying to erase the haunting memories. “That was uncalled for,” she muttered under her breath, recalling her mother's sudden slap on Zinnia. Laila quickly rose from her chair, determined to address the situation. She made her way to Ma'am Luna's room. Entering the room, Laila found Ma'am Luna receiving a massage on her massage chair, her eyes closed in relaxation. Ma'am Luna sensed Laila's presence and asked, still with closed eyes, “What are you doing here?” “Mother, I just wanted to say that… it was uncalled for,” Laila stated, her voice firm. Ma'am Luna's brows furrowed, but she didn't open her eyes. “What do you mean…?” “I'm talking about slapping Zinnia. She didn't deserve that.” “Why? She's as useless as you and more annoying than you. I just can't stand her and her crabby…” Unable to tol

Duncan, entering his office the following day, found Karla, Abigail, and Babette waiting for him. He greeted them warmly, "Thanks for coming, everyone.”“What made you ask us 3 to come here?"Karla asked, puzzled.Abigail, ever direct, cut to the chase, "What's the matter, Duncan?"Duncan sighed, leaning against his desk. "It's about Lisa, Zinnia's cousin. I believe she knows something crucial, and I need to extract the truth from her."Karla, a glint of excitement in her eyes, remarked, "Things are getting interesting. Now you can use your charm to get her to spill the beans. Lisa likes you, doesn't she?"Abigail, nodding in agreement, added, "Karla has a point. You could use that to your advantage."Duncan, considering the idea, cautioned, "Lisa is no fool. I need a foolproof plan to pull her out of the house and make her talk." They brainstormed for a moment, tossing around ideas until Babette, who had been thoughtful, blurted out, "Take her on a date!"Duncan raised an eyebrow, i