Summers Luxury Automobiles was anything but serene as Bridget drove onto the premises. Determined to reach Andre through one of the workers who had been relaying messages, she felt the weight of Lady Margarita's ultimatum hanging over her. “If that boy doesn't show his face in this mansion within 48 hours, he can kiss his position goodbye. I'll reinstate a more competent Summers to deal with the mess we're in!” Lady Margarita's threat rang in Bridget's ears, urging her to find Andre at any cost. She couldn't bear the thought of Lionel or Liam taking Andre's place. Despite her efforts to track his whereabouts, Andre remained elusive. He ignored her calls and even hung up when she tried calling from a hidden number. She was not aware of any girlfriend of his. Sometimes, she wondered if he would never bring a girl home. He seemed determined to remain hidden. Frustrated, Bridget muttered to herself, “That boy is as stubborn as his useless father,” as she hurried out of her car to invest

Lady Margarita's shock at Diana's newfound prominence was clearly spelt on her face as she watched the news unfold. The sight of Diana being presented with a customized Rovers Luxuria stirred a mix of disbelief and resentment within her."Imagine this girl that was the least important in the family now gaining popularity fast. The way things are going, I'll have to make friends with her since she's now the apple of the eye of this anonymous CEO," she muttered to herself, contemplating the shifting dynamics."Are you speaking to me, my Lady?" one of the workers cleaning the living room cautiously inquired."No!" Lady Margarita snapped, her irritation evident. "Just do what you have to do and get out!"The worker, visibly intimidated, hastened to comply, eager to avoid further confrontation.Just then, West entered the room with an air of purpose, as if searching for something."Hi, mother," she greeted, but Lady Margarita remained silent, her attention fixed on the television screen wh

Lady Margarita raised an eyebrow at Dean's assertion, not appreciating his sense of entitlement, especially considering his lack of tangible contribution to the family business. All he had done was supervise car deliveries to the company.But it appeared that what Ralph had said to him earlier had created a new consciousness in him."Being the first grandchild doesn't automatically qualify you for the position, Dean," Lady Margarita countered. "We need someone with proven leadership skills and a strong business acumen."Bony nodded in agreement. "I believe Diana would be a better fit. She's Mr. R.R.’s favorite and could recover our lost partnership. Besides, her rapidly growing popularity will help the business grow quickly.”They all turned to look at Bony, the least expected to have made that statement. Wendell couldn't hide her displeasure at her husband recommending Diana instead of Lionel or Liam.Dean scoffed. "Diana? She's just a model. What does she know about running a busine

"Pack your things and get out of these premises and never return," Emily commanded after processing Diana's denial, her skepticism still evident. If the news wasn't true, why would the Times Paper publish it? They were known for authentic reporting, so Diana could be lying."I am not pregnant. You can test me for pregnancy," Diana insisted firmly, wondering where the false news could have originated. She would investigate later, but for now, she needed to clear her name before it reached Mr. R.R. Part of her blamed Ralph for inadvertently giving the impression that she was pregnant."I understand it's difficult to leave all of this behind, especially the luxurious Rovers Luxuria, but you really have to leave this minute before I order the security men to throw you out," Emily declared with seriousness.Diana recognized the gravity of the situation but felt compelled to say one more thing before leaving, at least until she could clear her name.Emily's phone rang just as Diana was abou

Fancy arrived at the Summers’ Mansion just as Ralph was parking his bicycle. It was dusk, but the mansion was always well-lit, so she could see him clearly. She quickly exited her car and caught up with Ralph.“Hello, Mr. Ross,” she greeted as she matched his steps.“Just Ralph, please. Hello, Fancy,” Ralph replied, pausing to reciprocate the greeting.“Why? Does Mr. Ross strike a chord?” Fancy replied cryptically.“I'm not sure what you mean. Why would Mr. Ross strike a chord when it's also my name? I simply prefer Ralph.”“I understand. Congratulations on your new bicycle.”“Thank you,” Ralph said shortly, sensing where Fancy was leading the conversation.“You've already forgotten about the old one?”“There was nothing special about the old one.”“I know. I just wish I had seen it before it was taken away.”“And why are you interested in seeing it?” Ralph asked, though he knew the answer.“Nothing, really. Just to confirm something. So, how was work?” Fancy diverted.“Fine!” Ralph r