“What's wrong?” Madam Kate muttered with a confused look on her face. “Ghost?” She arched her eyebrows as the words that came out of their mouth resounded in her head. Ghost? Were they talking about her? She asked herself even though she had gotten an answer to the question. They were all staring at her like she was a ghost or a spirit. Fear and panic embraced them as they stared at their grandmother, who was supposed to be dead, standing before them hale and healthy. Isn't she? Even if they doubted it, William couldn't doubt what he heard. He couldn't misheard Smith when he said that he didn't want to have anything to do with Smith. How is she alive? Did she go back to death? As bizarre and crazy as his idea might seem, he couldn't think of something better to explain how she managed to return home alive. He still believed she was a ghost. “Ghost. Who is a ghost?” Madam Kate asked in her usual cold and dominant tone. She thought she would be able to change their mind by speak

“That's enough,” she slammed her fist on the table making a loud thud sound and they all kept quiet. None of them dare to talk, especially when she's angry. They could only watch her do what she wanted. She was the leader anyway. “You can't lecture me on what to do or not. Of course, I know that you all are just trying to be nice to me and all of that but you don't need to exaggerate on the situation.”“I'm fine. I know that I'm fine. Nothing will happen to me, okay? I'm not ready to leave you guys yet so you should worry less and let's face the trouble. We don't have much time left,” she said and they nodded their heads in agreement even though they were convinced. If only she knew the repercussions, she wouldn't have sent the nurse away. “So what are you planning to do, Grandma?” William spoke up to ease the tension in the hall and she looked up. “That's right. We have two things on our plate. We have to come up with any idea to bring the company back to its feet and we also nee

Olivia arched her eyebrows with a confused look on her after her grandmother hung up on the call. What could be wrong? She asked herself but she couldn't get an answer to it. She couldn't understand why her mother and William were angry at her daughter. She believed nothing was going on between her daughter and Smith. How could she go back to her ex-husband? Not like he was a good and rich person. She clenched her fist with an angry look as she remembered how she was humiliated by William, whom she could give birth to. She couldn't do anything about him because he had the support of Madam Kate, her mother. She dropped her phone on the table and walked out of the sitting room to the customized caller room. She exhaled as her gaze landed on the bourbon drink on the numerous shelves that different drinks were placed on. She picked her favorite wine and walked out of the room with one glass cup. She poured herself a cup of wine and sat cross-legged on the chair then sipped from it w

“Madam Kate won't cease to surprise me,” Mr. Issac muttered and caressed her chin. “She keeps going after those who are greater than her in every way,” he said and shook his head.Red stared at him with a confused look, unable to understand what Issac meant. “Do you know her, Sir?” Red asked and Mr. Issac smiled. “Who doesn't know her?” Mr. Issac replied and chuckled coldly. “What do you want me to do?” He asked and Mr. Issac looked up. “That's a good question. I love that,” Mr. Issac folded his arms behind his back like a master or grandmasters would do. Red stared at him nervously, wondering what task he would give to him he'd disrespected a man that his boss was afraid and careful of. He hoped Mr. Issac wasn't still angry at him. “I want you to return to her and tell her that you've found information about Smith. Make her believe that she's just a wimp in the Edward family and he'll be soon ditched,” Mr. Issac said and Red looked up with a confused look. He couldn't unders

Smith smiled in satisfaction after staring at his poor appearance in the standing mirror before him in the dressing room. He adjusted his shirt properly before walking out of the. Although nothing was wrong with the shirt, he knew he was going to be mocked and ridiculed for wearing such a shirt because it wasn't made from a well-known brand like Louis Vuitton and the likes. He reached out to the golden Rolex that was lying on the table beside him. He was about to wear it when he realized what he intended to do in his father's company. He shook his head with a sigh and dropped on the shelf. “Let's see if they're still people that have respect for the poor,” he muttered and smiled at himself. He walked out of his room and breathed out in relief as he stepped out of the huge mansion. “Where are you heading to, Young Master?” The chauffeur asked and stared at him with a confused look on his face. With a single glance, Smith could tell what he was thinking. It was unusual for him to