Weeks had passed since Tony had stormed out of his uncle's office. He'd gone back later, reluctantly, to sign the document. And he'd even apologized for the way he'd behaved, though he'd found it hard to mean the words since he was happy he had treated Henry the way he did. Now, he lay in bed late at night, restless and unable to sleep. As he tossed and turned, his phone beeped, startling him. He glanced at the screen, and saw who was calling: Uncle Robert."Hello, Uncle Robert," Tony said, his voice heavy with sleep."I'm sorry to bother you, Tony," Uncle Robert replied in a calm tone. "Not a problem," Tony answered, though he knew there must be a reason for his uncle to be calling so late. "Is there something I can help you with?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Tony could hear his uncle take a deep breath. "Everything is all right, Tony," Uncle Robert assured him, but there was a note of hesitation in his voice. "I'm calling because your mother wants to see

It had been a week since the Lugards had met with their board of directors. After some consideration, they decided to meet with Mariam, the new CEO of JK Group, in hopes of finding a solution to their problem. So, on a Monday morning, they made their way to the company's headquarters. Helen and her mother, Mrs. Lugard, entered the JK Group of Companies building with a mix of trepidation and anticipation in their hearts. After much deliberation, Mrs. Lugard had decided to join her daughter in the meeting, determined to fight for the company she had built from the ground up. As they approached the receptionist's desk, they were stopped in their tracks by the sight of Tony, standing by the security guard."Is that not your ex-husband Tony," Mrs. Lugard asked Helen, looking at Tony with curiosity."Wow, I am shocked Mother," Helen voiced out with surprise. They moved closer to Tony with inquisitiveness."Who do we have here? Mrs. Lugard asked with a condescending tone, she looked at T

Tony's face was a mask of fury, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched. His hands were folded tightly, and he stood perfectly still, as if he were a statue carved from stone. He heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path, and his eyes narrowed as he saw Vincent approach.Vincent was out of breath, his face flushed and his eyes wide. He stopped in front of Tony, his hands shaking. "S-sir," he stammered. "Is there something you need?""I was told you're responsible for my mother's medication," Tony said, his tone stern and accusatory. "Is that true?""That's right, I'm in charge of your mother's medication," Vincent replied, his voice shaking slightly. He could tell from Tony's expression that something was wrong. Tony's eyes bored into him, like two icy daggers. "You've been giving her the wrong medication," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to know why."Vincent's face went white, and he stumbled over his words. "W-what?" he stammered. "I-I don't understand. I've be

Chapter 27As Philip made his way to his car, he felt a smug sense of satisfaction. Despite his bluffs, he knew he had the upper hand. He had no connection to the company's investors, but he did have a mole who fed him information about the company's inner workings. And he knew that Helen was vulnerable, that she was easily influenced. If he could just play his cards right, he could get her to do whatever he wanted. After all, he had a few more tricks up his sleeve. And he wasn't about to give up on her yet.He climbed into his car, the wheels already turning in his head. He knew exactly what his next move would be. He would need to find a way to gain Helen's trust, to make her believe that he had her best interests at heart. Only then would he be able to control her completely. He smiled to himself, confident in his plan. After all, he had always been good at manipulating people. This was just another game to him, and he was determined to win.Away from there, Cecilia squirmed i

Mariam quickened her pace to the car that was parked outside the company. Her heart was racing and her face was drawn with fear. She opened the door and gingerly slid into the backseat, where a stranger was already sitting. Her nerves were frayed, and she was uncertain of what to expect from this unknown person.Mariam turned to the stranger, doing her best to keep her voice steady despite the fear that was coursing through her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, attempting to mask her anxiety.The man smiled, his face betraying his sinister intentions. "I'm here for what you owe me," he said in a dangerously quiet voice, his eyes fixed on her with a predatory gaze."You know we agreed to be discreet," Mariam said, her voice taut with anger. "This is a business environment, and you shouldn't be here.""Well, if you had returned my calls, I wouldn't have had to pay you a visit," the stranger retorted, his voice calm and collected. His gaze held Mariam's, the intensity in his eyes co