Lola’s face twisted into a frown,the betrayal evident in her features. She knew Matthew from his poor days, there was no way that all of a sudden he could afford a black card. To even own one of these, there had to be a minimum balance of at least several hundred thousands in the bank account.That wasn’t the part that confused him the most, it was the fact that it had his name on it, and instead of it reading Matthew Bremont, it read Matthew Houston. She couldn't believe her eyes. The card was still clutched within her grip as she stepped forward, shoving it against his chest. “Who are you?” she asked in a low voice.She began to question everything she knew about Matthew, was he ever poor? Was he just lying about his identity the whole time? Several thoughts began flashing in her mind. He moved forward, attempting to grab her hands but softly but she took an equivalent step back. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just didn’t know how to bring it up,” he said truthfully. At first h

Lola’s brain did not immediately process what was going on until she felt Xander’s fingers going up towards her hair. “Um,” she mumbled,pulling away from the kiss. Her face was red with embarrassment and anger. Xander leaned towards her in an attempt to initiate another kiss but Lola immediately stood up. “I..” she stuttered. “Come on.” Xander probed and Lola cleared her throat. “Th…that wasn’t supposed to happen.” She said, “I thought you wanted it.” Xander responded and Lola looked away. “Alright, I’m sorry. I just got carried away. Let’s just keep watching the movie. I’ll try my best to stare at the television this time.” He flirtatiously remarked, flashing a smile at her. “No.” Lola immediately said, causing Xander to lift a brow. “No? You want me staring at you?” He questioned in feigned ignorance. Without saying a word, Lola picked up the remote and switched off the television then she folded her hands, glaring at him. Xander glanced at the blank television screen th

Raymond had his hands on his jaw with his legs shaking subconsciously as he was lost in thoughts, he soon noticed Matthew’s presence and turned to look at him.“What is it? Why are you here?” He snapped.Matthew didn’t say anything, he simply turned away and walked back to meet Martha and her new doctor. He folded his arms and leaned by the doorway, waiting for the doctor to finish what he was doing.“….this is all you need to know for now. You should start seeing effects in three days, if there isn’t, you can also reach out to me. But you have to be strict in taking these drugs, okay?” The doctor advised and Martha nodded.Just then, Matthew finally walked in.“Oh this must be one of the young masters. Hello.” The doctor cheerfully greeted me. He had heard about the young masters from Charles.“How do you do, doctor?” Matthew responded, with his gaze fixed on the drugs sprawled out on the table. He walked to the table and picked up the drugs one after the other to read their labels.

Lola’s expression became sour as she saw the look on Matthew’s face. “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. My tongue has a mind of its own.” She instantly apologized, and Matthew slowly nodded. “Yeah, I bet you didn’t. Leave now.” He said. “Matthew, please. I am sorry. I just got really mad. I really didn’t mean that, " she pleaded, taking one step up the stairs. “I know. Why are we even having this conversation? I mean… you are right. We are not official. Why are you apologizing to me?” He quizzed. “Please don’t look at it that way. I’m sorry.” “Bold of you to think that being sorry can fix everything,” Matthew responded. He turned away and walked up the stairs. Lola gulped, then ran up the stairs, trying to catch up with him. “Matt, please wait. I’m sorry. Please!” She begged. “Don’t call me that, okay? Just leave me alone! I need some rest.” “Just hear me out, please,” Lola added, tears trickling down her face. “Lola, there is nothing to talk about. We are not o

Amelia walked back to her bedroom and sat on the bed; she knew she might collapse if she stood longer. Her face twisted as she stared out into space. “W…what competitors?” she asked. The last time she checked, Houston Corps was the highest-ranking company in the country; nobody was up to their standard. “We have a new competitor. They sprung out of nowhere, and I’m afraid they are taking our customers, not just our directors.” Elena explained.“That bad?” Amelia gasped. It was even worse than she thought.“Yes, ma’am.”“I will be at the company tomorrow. Prepare every single detail for me. Do not leave anything out, no matter how bad you think it might be. Do you understand?” she stated firmly.“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be expecting you.” The disconnecting tone was heard as Amelia tossed her phone to the bed. She folded her hands and rested her chin on them worriedly.“Vanessa…Vanessa. It is you. You evil witch.” She cursed under her breath. The Winchesters were the only ones she could thi