"Amelia, please," Emily said softly, concerned with lacing her voice, "Mom needs you downstairs; the breakfast is already served."Amelia remained silent, her gaze fixed on some distant point. Emily took a tentative step closer, her heart aching for her sister's pain."Amelia, what's the problem? Emily's voice trembled slightly. "Please talk to me. You don't have to go through this alone."Emily slowly sat down on Amelia's bed, giving her sister a moment to gather her thoughts.She could see Amelia's eyes were puffy and red, evidence of the countless tears she had shed.It was clear that her sister was struggling to cope with the aftermath of that humiliating incident.As Emily sat there, a sense of helplessness washed over her.She wished she could take away Amelia's pain and erase the hurtful memories that seemed to haunt her every waking moment.She longed to see her sister's vibrant spirit return and witness that infectious smile that had the power to brighten even the darkest of

Confusion clouded her thoughts for a moment before the realization hit her—it wasn't Dave on the line."Hello," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. The traffic jam around her seemed to fade into the background as she focused on the call."Is this Maria from Dave's office?" the woman asked, her tone professional but warm."Yes, that's me," Maria confirmed, her brow furrowing. She wondered why someone from Dave's office was calling her at this moment."This is Alice, Dave's wife," the woman continued, and Maria's surprise deepened. She hadn't met Dave's wife before and was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected call."Oh, hello," Maria responded, her voice tinged with surprise and curiosity."I apologize for reaching out like this, but I couldn't get through to Dave's phone, and I know he's been unwell today," Alice explained. "He needs the file you've worked on at the office; he mentioned that he needed some important files from it. I was wondering if you could he

Madam Charlotte gazed out of her window, a storm of emotions churning within her.I need to get out and see if I can spot that bastard who sees himself as the president's successor," she muttered under her breath, a fire burning in her hazel eyes.The air was tense, charged with an urgency that mirrored the turmoil in her heart.With a purposeful stride, she crossed the room, her heels echoing against the polished floor.The bedroom door swung open, and she made her way to the living hall.The subtle rustle of her attire was a symphony of determination, a prelude to the confrontation that lay ahead.Madam Charlotte's steps quickened as she moved through to her compound, her gaze sweeping the surroundings with hawk-like precision.The scent of impending rain hung in the air, a metaphor for the storm that raged within her.She was on a mission today—a mission to confront the man who had dared to see himself as the president's successor, a title she believed was rightfully hers."Dave, D

Despite all the thoughts, Madam Charlotte couldn't quite shake off one question: Why didn't she ask Dave what had made him behave in such a manner?She hit her hands back and forth on the seat, muttering to herself. "Damn, what didn't prompt me to do so?"See how he made the guards sack me out like a thief? she muttered to herself, clenching her fists in anger. "He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone."But as she walked down the street, she couldn't help but feel angry and bitter. "I'll never let him get the best of me again," she muttered to herself. "Next time, I'll be prepared. And with that, she took a deep breath and continued on her way."That was silly and embarrassing," she muttered to herself, her voice filled with irritation.She couldn't believe what had just transpired inside the company's headquarters.How did Dave, of all people, get to know that she was still in the office and, worse, that she was at the warehouse?The whole si

A lone figure, clad in the distinctive attire of Cromwell's elite guard, approached the grand doors leading to the master's chamber.It was a mission of great importance, one that had taken him far and wide, testing his skills and resolve.As the guard approached, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing upon his shoulders.The mission had been fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he had persevered.His steps echoed in the silence of the corridor, drawing nearer to the room where Cromwell, the enigmatic master of the estate, resided.The guard knew that he could not afford to falter now.The massive oak doors swung open, revealing a lavishly decorated chamber bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.There, seated at a grand desk strewn with parchment and quills, was Cromwell himself.He looked up from his work as the guard entered, his piercing gaze locking onto the weary but resolute figure before him.Cromwell knew that his guard was not one to be easily shaken, and if he ha