Candace and her secretary, Isolde, returned to the field where the wedding was taking place. As they arrived, Candace immediately noticed the tension in the air. A sense of unfamiliarity and awkwardness as they entered. Serious expressions adorned the faces of the guests, leaving her perplexed and unable to comprehend the cause. Everywhere was bubbly before they walked out, but now it just felt as though the time had frozen and no one could move. "What could be going on here?" She muttered beneath her breath as she continued to scan the venue. Something is definitely not right here... She knew. She cast her gaze around, searching for familiar faces, only to find the table where her mother and brother had been seated earlier deserted. Confusion etched itself onto her features as she turned to Isolde, hoping for some answers. She approached her secretary, wearing a furrowed brow and asked, "Isolde, do you have any idea where my mother and Archie could have gone? I don't unde

Candace was seated in her office, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains. Her desk was neatly organized, papers arranged in precise stacks, and her laptop open to an empty document. A pen rested lightly in her hand, hovering over a file that lay in front of her. But she wasn't writing; she was lost in her thoughts, a myriad of emotions swirling within her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about the event that occured in the Avendano manor and how it made her lost so many opportunities. She knew there was nothing she could do about it, but she wished she could. An air of unease settled in the room, and time seemed to stand still. The weight of uncertainty bore down on Candace's shoulders, suffocating her even in the comfort of her office. She had been wrestling with various decisions and challenges lately, and now, the long, drawn-out silence was beginning to echo in her mind. "Your brother has caused enough chaos for one day.

In the dimly lit, yet luxurious office, the heavy oak door creaked open, breaking the silence that enveloped the room. A young man stepped inside, clad in a pristine white suit that contrasted sharply against the darkness. His sleek black glasses accentuated his enigmatic aura as he strode purposefully towards his desk. Standing before him was a poised lady, his personal assistant, her head slightly bowed, waiting for his command. "I guess I arrived quite late... Lot's of preparation I had to do. Anyways, how is the processing of the function going on? I am sure you're handling it all properly." The man inquired, his voice smooth and calm yet commanding. Theresa lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes with a sense of respect. "The processing is going as expected. A lot of people have already arrived and are eagerly waiting for the function to begin," she replied. A sigh escaped the man's lips, tinged with a mix of weariness and expectation. With a furrowed brow, he leaned f

During the commotion in the hall, Candace's phone rang, its shrill ring cutting through the noise like a blade. Annoyed at the timing, she sighed and muttered a quick excuse to the others before retreating to a quieter spot. In her haste, she hadn't taken the time to check the caller ID before answering the call. "Hello?" she greeted, her voice filled with uncertainty. "And of course, it's me again..." Immediately, she heard a voice on the other end, a voice that made her gasp in shock. Her hand jerked the phone away from her ear, as if trying to disconnect herself from the chilling words. Candace quickly glanced behind her, finding her mother still in a heated argument with the Avendano family. She knew she had to find a place away from prying eyes and curious ears. With a trembling hand, Candace walked slowly towards a quiet corner, her heart pounding against her ribs. She took a deep breath and cautiously placed the phone back to her ear, steeling herself

Amidst the chaos in the hall, the clamor of voices reached a crescendo as one of the function organizers, a middle-aged woman with a stern countenance, approached Gladys. This was something they thought they could sort out amicably because perhaps it's due to misunderstanding, but it was becoming more complicated. The woman's eyes brimmed with concern and curiosity as she posed the question that lingered in the minds of those present. "Why, Gladys? Why did you falsely accuse the Avendano family of cheating if they truly haven't?" the woman asked, her voice laden with a mix of indignation and genuine curiosity. Gladys shook her head, her face a canvas of raw emotions. Her voice wavered as she spoke, desperately trying to defend her position. "Oh no! I didn't lie, I swear," she uttered, her words piercing through the chaos. "It was Nimah Avendano herself who told everyone here that her boyfriend helped them secure their quota. I am certain, I'm not the only one who heard it."