Quincy noticed that Scot hardly talked about Sophia anymore. He had returned to rarely visiting the house, and Sophia herself was withdrawn, spending a lot of time alone."Scot, prepare the dividends. Payment should start by month's end," Quincy told Scot over the phone that Monday morning. It had been almost three months since they stopped selling shares."Alright, sir," Scot replied. He already had everything in the database; he just needed to open the file and send it to the financial department for payment."How is it going with you and Sophia?" Quincy asked.Scot smiled. "Boss, my job and you come first in my life. Anything or anyone that affects these two things won't be tolerated," he said."Sit down," Quincy instructed. Scot dropped the files he brought onto the table and sat in the armchair. Scot preferred to deliver his personal work himself rather than sending the secretary, as other staff did."You will get married someday, and you will have to make time for your wife and f

"Good morning, Quincy," Samus greeted with a bright smile. The day looked promising. Quincy was getting ready for work, and Khloe was preparing Ashley for nursery school."Samus, how are you today?" Quincy asked."I am doing pretty well," Samus replied. He looked at Quincy and nervously bit his lip, wanting to tell him about the shares but unsure how to start."I want to buy shares. Galumanation opened their shares market; it's all over the internet," Samus finally said. He was nervous only because of Deborah, as he knew everything going on between her and Quincy."Samus, business is discussed at the office, or you can handle it on their app," Quincy said, pretending not to understand why Samus was telling him this first."Bye, love," Quincy gave Khloe a kiss on the forehead. As he was about to leave, Ashley demanded, "Daddy, what about my forehead kiss?" Quincy bent low, lifted her high, swung her for a few minutes, and put her down. Ashley loved it."Should I go ahead with the shares

"The Stone couple will be killed by poison," Lord Walter announced to Deborah and Charles as they sat down to finalize the plan."Grandfather, that's not possible," Deborah said. "It could be traced, and we all might get caught." She knew the poison idea was bad because when would they ever get the chance to poison them?"Grandfather, a poison strategy usually involves a third person to administer it, and we don't need that right now," Charles pointed out. "I suggest we use an assassin."Even though assassination also involved a third party, Charles felt a professional killer would be the best option.At the mention of an assassin, Deborah and Walter looked at each other. The last time, Lord Walter hired a sniper to shoot Quincy, and he mistakenly shot Samus. Lord Walter would never try assassination again."Poison it will be," Lord Walter stated. "And it has to be done by one of us to avoid mistakes. Deborah will have to poison Khloe, while I will poison Quincy myself. The poison we u

Deborah stood in a corner, busy on her phone, not bothering to talk to anyone. She was getting increasingly nervous. Every time she made eye contact with Khloe, she quickly looked away, as if she had seen the devil. Just hearing Khloe laugh irritated her."Aunt Khloe, I got a rose for you," Ashley said, handing Khloe a live rose she had picked from the garden. Deborah scoffed and turned away without a word to the little girl. Ashley stood there, holding the flower, confused why Deborah wouldn't accept it.Quincy saw the whole scene from where he sat. "Ashley, roses are only given to the pure in heart, not to wicked people," he said, pulling his daughter onto his lap. Deborah scoffed again but remained silent.Deborah would never fake kindness; she was openly mean. She wasn't the type to pretend to be friendly when she wasn't, unlike Lord Walter, who could switch his mood just to achieve his goals."You should have at least smiled at the innocent girl. Besides, we are on a mission, and

A few days after the party, Lord Walter was still deeply troubled that Samus had consumed the poisoned wine. "Silly boy. Your love for Quincy Stone has finally cost you your life," he said to himself. "Samus shouldn't have taken that wine. He just shouldn't have," Walter lamented constantly.He couldn't understand what prompted Samus to drink the wine. "He should have been smart, just as smart as Deborah." Walter had sleepless nights, worrying about Samus. He couldn't accept the fact that Samus might die, and he didn't want to tell Deborah or Charles that the drink was poisoned."You didn't poison Khloe's drink, why?" Deborah asked Charles as they sat down to plot again, furious that Khloe might not be dying anytime soon. Only the news of Khloe's death would make Deborah happy at this point."We should be happy that our bubbles didn't burst," Charles replied. He was actually sad he didn't get the chance to get Deborah killed, besides, killing Khloe was never part of Charles's plan, des