The past few weeks have been filled with interesting drama, from the Marbles family to the Qing family. Nothing so far from his stepmother and his family favourite bogeyman. He strolled to the balcony and watched people go in and out of the company. He had finally dealt with his former boss finally, but he wasn’t going to cross Mr. Gomez's name is off the list yet. His phone buzzed. It was the fifth threat message since the beginning of the month, and it had all the colours of death. He was getting used to them, and even though the cops hadn’t been able to trace the numerous numbers to a suspect, He didn’t stop saving them in a folder. Someday, the messages will come in handy, as will the robot numbers. There was a fund-raising event an NGO was organizing, and Craig was expected to be available. He wasn’t sure he was going to attend the event because his enemies were also invited. The Qings, the Marbles, and the Morgans. He also had to travel to Washington, D.C., for it. No. He wasn

‘Won’t you be attending the fundraising event? Claire and Mark would be there. I am sure you have one or two things to tell them.’ Uncle Derrick said, pouring wine into his almost filled glass.Arthur shook his head, taking his empty space near him. ‘I am not going. The Qing’s family will be coming. Also, the marbles. I can’t walk into a trap when I don’t have a plan. It would be a stupid move.’Uncle Derrick nodded. ‘Alright. Where are your sisters?’He shrugged. ‘Probably at the event. They have been on the low, and I think I like it. Their chaos is disturbing and not good for the company’s image.’‘Your sisters have accepted they can't bully you or make you drop your position as the Craig’s heir. However, you shouldn’t let your guard down. They also have their mother’s blood, and I remember their mother was someone who didn’t give up easily.Arthur looked up. ‘What happened between my dad and their mother? I know she brought an illegitimate son, but is that all to it?’Uncle Derric

Claire read the message again and screamed, resisting the urge to throw her phone. How could Arthur send this to her and block her number? He was literally laughing at her embarrassment at that pathetic fundraising ball. Her eyes burned with rage and hate when she remembered everything that happened. The manager of the store called her a thief when a celebrity modelling agent was about to recruit her to join his firm. She had been so upset that she lost control and called the middle-aged woman all sorts of names.Mark had tried to stop her, but she had lost her control. The manager insulted her family, Mark, and reminded her why Arthur had left her for beauties with brains and self-respect. That last statement had stinged so much, and she jumped on the manager, pulling her hair and giving her slaps. She didn’t care that the photographers, guests, and Mark’s parents were watching her.She adjusted on the couch and placed the ice bag properly on her swollen cheek, which hurt the more af

Mark ignored his father’s secretary's raised eyebrow as he barged into his father’s office. He was really angry. How could his father change his mind on Claire’s appointment? His father knew this was the only way he could watch the activities of Claire and ensure she didn’t run off to meet Arthur again. ‘Dad, I thought we agreed that Claire would resume here today? What happened?’ Mark asked, stifling his anger.His father sighed, dropping the tablet he had been engrossed with. ‘It’s not good for the business, Mark. She’s Arthur's ex-wife, and I am not sure Arthur would be happy to see her working here.’Mark chuckled, not believing what his father said. ‘You are afraid of Arthur, Dad? I can’t believe this. We are supposed to be figuring out ways on how to retrieve the company from Arthur, but here you are trying to destroy every plan I have made concerning the move.’‘I still don’t understand how employing Claire here will help your plans. Mark, don’t push this any further. We aren’

Mark woke up, feeling tired and hungry. He turned, looking into Claire’s sleepy face, and stroked it. She was even more beautiful asleep. He kissed her and stood up from the bed. He had a series of meetings and a dinner reservation with one of his father’s old clients. They were trying to complete a deal without going through the company’s normal processes.His father wouldn’t approve if he heard about it, but Mark wasn’t bothered. He was tired of eating from the hands of Arthur Craig. He stepped into the shower, thinking about how he was going to get the Qing’s siblings contact from his mother. One way or the other, he was going to get it.An hour later, he was settled at the dining table, watching the housekeeper as she arranged the table. He instructed her to leave and served himself. He wasn’t bothered when she muttered something underneath her breath and walked away. Once the deal was completed with the old client, he was going to move out of his father’s glorious mansion. The di