Kohler's parents had accepted her in and while they were trying to be on her good side because they knew they were the ones who pushed her to get married to someone else twice, both men turned out to be jerks.She was in her room, leaning on the headboard, thinking of how she wanted to start a new life as it felt like it had been destroyed, and there was no urge to continue with anything.Suddenly, her phone vibrated and she glanced at it but was not in the mood to do anything about it.“Not like there's anyone special in my life. No investors, no man, no child.” She uttered in bitterness.Just when she wanted to turn to the other side of her bed, her phone beeped again.Her curiosity wouldn't let her be this time. So, she reached out to her phone and clicked on the message she got from an unknown number._*Let's meet up at Delicacy Restaurant. There is something important we need to talk about.*_Kohler became curious and thought about it for a while. Then she texted back._*Who are

“Alright, so what impression did I make of you?” Quincy asked, playing along.“Well, you made a really…. good one.” She chuckled and gulped down the remnant of the wine in her glass.Quincy smiled as well, also feeling relieved that it wasn't something he had to worry about.“Well, I'm glad to hear that. By the way, how long have you known Mr. Prescott?” Quincy asked, hoping to get any extra information from anyone.“It's been over a year now.”“And… how has working with him been?” “I have never been able to strike a deal with him actually, and that's because of just one thing.”“What's that?” Quincy asked, getting more curious.“We've never been on the same clock. When he is ready for some collaborations which would also need my major involvement, I might have been very busy and it sometimes goes the other way round.”“Oh, I see. I'm sorry about that. So, why do you think you were invited?”“The same reason you were. I came because I wanted to see the world he has in mind to create.

“Sir, we need you to duck!” The man raised his voice and Quincy bent down immediately only to hear the sound of a gunshot.The man had pulled the trigger but on who?Quincy turned to look back and saw someone lying flat on the ground and a few guards ran towards him.“Sir, he could have used you as a hostage.” The man who pulled the trigger informed him politely.“Who is he?” Quincy asked as he rose to his feet, still in shock.“He's just an antagonist. He promised to come here to destroy things, so Mr. Prescott already gave us an order to watch out for him.” He said to Quincy.Quincy looked closely at the man who was shot and he didn't look anything like anyone he knew. What was even more shocking was that he had a gun and could have gotten rid of him.“Well, thanks for saving my life.” Quincy appreciated him and then he saw Scott coming from a distant place. Quincy walked up to him briskly, wondering where he had gone so that he didn't answer his calls. “Where exactly have you bee

Quincy was horrified by the sight of the dark veins previously concealed by Kohler's sleeves. They scattered across her arm like cobwebs, and her arm was so pale and sheet white that Quincy could bet that if he used a knife to slit her arm, no blood would come out. How could anyone be so wicked?What was she to do? Wait, why was she bearing it? She ought to have done something about it.“And the antidote?” Quincy asked, looking at Kohler. Her large eyes glistened, and she pulled up a little smile, although Quincy could tell it was a hundred percent fake.“The doctors can't even identify the poison, not to talk of its antidote. I've been taking different drugs daily, but I feel worse. They're not working, and it feels like I'm abusing those drugs. They're working together with the poison to kill me. I'm hopeless.” Kohler kept her smile on, and Quincy's heart broke.“No, don't say that.”“At least I'm going to see Eunice.” She gave a bitter laugh and looked at Quincy. “I just needed to

Just before he would panic or anything, the door opened, and as he looked in that direction, he saw a man with a stethoscope around his neck.“Good day, sir. Please give us a little space while I do my thing.” The man said, and Quincy took one last look at Kohler, then walked out of the room.While in the hallway, he paced around a little, hoping that the doctor would still be able to revive her, and also remove the poison from her bloodstream.Then his phone began to ring, and he brought it out from his pocket, then answered it on seeing as it was Scott.“Has he gotten there, yet?” Scott asked, out of concern.“Yes, he has. He’s working on her, now. Are you sure he’s good?” Quincy asked, trying to be certain that he had left her in the hands of a professional.“You should trust me. By the way, it’s thirty minutes to ten. What about your meeting with Mr. David? You know very well that he wouldn’t accept a representative.” Scott reminded Quincy.“Oh, jeez. I have forgotten. Alright, I’