Isla picked up a few of the invitation cards from the neatly arranged stack on her glass-topped table, inspecting them carefully. The quality and design were impeccable, and as she turned one over in her hands, she nodded with satisfaction. "Have all the copies been printed?" she asked, her tone both inquisitive and authoritative.Her assistant, standing nearby with a respectful demeanor, responded, "Yes, ma'am. All copies have been printed as per your specifications, these are few I brought for your inspection.”Isla then switched her focus to the digital reports on her laptop. "What about the site? Has everyone bought their ticket?" she inquired.The assistant nodded, glancing at the screen. "Yes, boss. All 200 slots have been filled up.""That means $200,000 for it, right?" Isla asked, a note of approval in her voice.The assistant confirmed, "Yes, boss, and the riders are all ready to deliver them.”Isla leaned forward and spoke decisively, "Alright, every one of those 200 people

Chapter 141She hurried toward the car, watching as the driver and a well-dressed woman sat inside. The woman in the passenger seat opened the door and stepped out, a polite smile on her face as she recognized Sierra."Ms. Lane, congratulations once again," the woman said warmly. "We're here with your things."Sierra nodded and smiled. "Thank you."The driver moved to the trunk, opening it to reveal a neatly packed light box. Carefully, he lifted it out and handed it to Sierra."Inside, you'll find your wear and the five invitation cards you requested," the woman explained. "Your personal invitation card is the golden one."She gestured toward the box as she continued, "Please be mindful of the barcode on it. It can only be used once, so ensure it doesn’t get damaged or wiped off."Sierra nodded in understanding, gripping the box a little tighter. "Got it. Thanks for delivering it.”After handing over the box, the delivery team gave Sierra a polite nod before stepping back into the ca

That same night, at the Valencias' private property, Celestine’s sleek black Range Rover drove through the grand gates, the engine humming as it glided onto the paved driveway. Her personal bodyguard, the same one who had accompanied her earlier, was behind the wheel. He expertly maneuvered the vehicle into a spot among the other luxury cars already parked outside.As soon as she stepped out, the workers tending to the property greeted her with respectful nods, their hands busy with their tasks. Even the security stationed around the estate subtly acknowledged her presence. Celestine barely gave them more than a glance, nodding slightly before making her way inside.The grand hall welcomed her with its air of quiet luxury. She dropped her designer handbag onto one of the plush chairs and exhaled sharply as she sank into the comfort of the couch."I'm so tired," she murmured, rolling her shoulders as if to ease the tension."You've stressed yourself today. You need proper rest," her pe

Isadora and Emelia exchanged uneasy glances, but quickly fell silent, their eyes dropping to their plates as the awkwardness filled the air. Marcellus, sensing the tension, sighed softly but said nothing, his gaze drifting back to his meal. The rest of dinner was eaten in quiet, the earlier lightness now replaced with an unspoken tension between mother and daughters. for 7 seconds.After the meal ended, the girls gathered their things and gave their father a light, affectionate hug before heading off. Marcellus smiled and said, “I’ll go out with you tomorrow to buy you everything you need. Take care, kids.” With warm farewells, the daughters departed, leaving Marcellus and his wife to finish their evening.Helena, ever the efficient hostess of their household, called out to a nearby maid. “Please come and tidy up the dining area,” she instructed softly before she herself got up and started walking upstairs.Marcellus, still lingering in the hall, followed her quietly. As they reached

After a moment of thoughtful silence, Elijah continued, “Convey the message about the orphanage giveaway to the attendees and ask for their support. Even if they contribute little by little until it exceeds a million dollars, that will be good. I’ll personally add a million dollars to ensure that the donation is expanded even further.”Isla nodded, making notes on her tablet. “Understood, Master. I’ll draft the message and ensure that our communications highlight both the charity aspect and the need for community support.”Elijah leaned back, his gaze steady. “Good. Let’s make this event not only a success for our company but also a significant contribution to those in need.”Isla replied, “Yes, Master. I’ll see to it immediately.”Meanwhile, at Chris' place,he leaned back in his chair as he flicked the ashes from his cigarette, the smoke swirling lazily in the air as his eyes studied the invitation card Sierra had sent him. He wasn’t one for sentiment, but this one had his attention.