Sebastien was supposed to meet Isabelle that afternoon but the plans her parents had ruined everything. Isabelle was currently seated in front of the huge mirror that was placed in her bedroom and the hairstylist and make-up artist were busy on her hair and face respectively. Immediately she agreed to go for the dinner, Adeline was so excited that she called professionals to make Isabelle look more beautiful. In no time they were done with what they came to do and Isabelle took a look at the mirror and she was impressed because of how good the make up made her look.After that, the beauticians left and Adeline came into the room with some boxes. Isabelle was surprised when she saw the labels on those boxes. Those were designer products and they weren't extremely expensive. “Mum! How did you get that?” She couldn't help but ask because she knew with their current financial situation there was no way that her mother would have been able to purchase products from prestige brand. Even t

Adeline fumed in anger, as she who the hell gave Sebastien access to this prestigious restaurant. Not only that but he was also suggesting Isabelle joined him on the seventh floor!“Keep your filthy offer to yourself! Tell me, how did you get access to this restaurant?” Adeline said bitterly, everything was going well, everyone was getting along just fine and Sebastien just had to come at this time. She was so livid!Isabelle was surprised, the seventh floor was even more expensive and more extravagant than this floor they were currently on. The higher the floors the more expensive and classy they became. This made Isabelle question once again, who Sebastien truly is.Sebastien smiled warmly, “oh, you hurt my feelings with your words and I couldn't care less. All I doing is asking your daughter if she'll come along with me to the seventh floor”“What sort of joke is this, Sebastien. If you can't respect us, why don't you respect the family seated on the same table as us. Just go back

At Roland's mansion;It was almost midnight and Miranda and Roland were yet to have feedback from the Chesterfield investment company. They were starting to wonder if their letter even got delivered to the higher ups in the company. “Are you sure you didn't give the letter to an ordinary secretary at the company?!” Miranda questioned for the thousandth time. Roland, knowing fully well that he submitted the letter just like any other person would have, still nodded to assure her that he gave the letter to someone with a more significant position in the company. Which isn't true. “Babe, I'm sure of what I'm telling you. Just relax, we'll get feedback soon” Roland said that to also assure himself, all he was holding on to now was just hope.“It's almost 12 am. How long do we have to wait?” Miranda asked tiredly. She had high hopes at first but now it is slowly melting away.Roland pulled her closer to him and placed her on his laps, her legs hanging on either side of his, so she was s

At Roland's mansion, Roland was still busy plotting how he'll execute his plans, when his phone rang and it was his friend, he picked it up. “hello! Hello! I really need your help.” Roland said frantically. It was almost dawn and they still hadn't gotten any notification from Chesterfield investment company. Miranda was out on an errand so this was the perfect time to make this call. “What do you need?” His friend questioned, wondering why Roland was sounding this way.“I need your signature. I want to forge a partnership agreement and you are the only person that can help me” Roland said, his friend, Leo, who is a lawyer is the only person capable of bailing him out of this situation. “Hold on! Hold on! I do think I'll be able to do that, I can get my certificate revoked if anyone finds out. Sorry bro, but that's too risky” Leo quickly backed away, he couldn't bear the thought of losing a certificate he spent more than five years schooling to get.“No, just listen to me. There's n

Isabelle was so happy, she now had some money to get basic things she needed. If she asked Sebastien, she was sure that he would've given her the money but she didn't want to bother him. They had to wait in the house for lunch, because master Wilson insisted that they do that. So after he rested for a while he came downstairs and the table had already been set. The long ornate table was set with China crystal glasses and sparkling silverware. A crisp white table cloth adorned the table with a delicate lace trim adding a touch of elegance. Lunch in the Wilson's household was always extravagant!Master Wilson sat at the head of the table, blessed the food and they began eating. Miranda scrunched up her face, “why is this retard seating at the same table as us? Isn't that an insult?!”Isabelle just glared at her, “Keep quiet Miranda! This retard here took part in helping Isabelle recover the debt. This is the least we could do for him!” Master Wilson said, he wasn't in the mood for h