“Because I kept mute and allowed the media to paint me as the brand architect?”“Spare me those sanctimonious bull crap and shut the hell up!” She heightened, her left foot slammed against the floor; her rage had been let loose and might not have a remote button.“Are you innocent yourself? Silly girl! Coming from an idiot that committed adultery or have you suddenly forgotten what brought us here?!”[Hell was completely broken loose and the aftermath was at its worst.]Michelle, for a moment, withdrew her eyes in shame and, after a few moments, returned her gaze to her mother after a glimmer of ideas came alive.“Yes! I was also guilty of adultery. Luckily for me, my adult videotape wasn't the one that was leaked but yours!”BINGO!!!“I’m certain that half of the netizens in Manchester must have seen all of you!!!” She disdainfully mocked.Her words hit Catherine like a thunderbolt, and for a few moments, she swam back in sadness, her knees buckled in misery.“I consented to have an

“It’s fifteen minutes past eight. Sharon, you're late? Resuming work late on Monday morning? That's a bad start though.” “What happened? From the timekeeping record you always make it to work before 7:50 AM,” Michael calmly inquired, his face etched with ease. Her heart thumped in restlessness as she tried to hide her somewhat teary eyes. “I’m deeply sorry, supervisor. I promise it wasn't intentional.” He nodded for her to step into the production room as her words resonated with his thought, he believed something wrong could have happened to precipitate her lateness. He understood part of his job, which was ensuring the production staff were punctual to work and would report to Miss Sheraton if anyone chose to be defiant. He meticulously went through all the staff employment files during the weekend and decoded their names and faces— little wonder, he quickly grasped that her name was Sharon who happened to be one of the assistant production wine mixers. “Such a kind-hea

Oprah's cheeks wrapped with a smile; she observed the new freelance writer had really had his ears to the ground.Stephanie nodded intermittently at Michael's outstanding question; she also learned of Oprah's decision and wondered why she didn't sack the receptionists.Cole breathed out with ease, his face charmed in a beam, from his disposition— Michael suspected he already knew about his aunt’s partial decision.“Finally, It's time I gave a full response behind my decision.”“For over a month, Raymond and Cleopatra have been our key suspects as part of the disguised moles in the company. A couple of times Cole has caught them on surveillance trying to dodge the CCTV to make sneaky phone calls. People that do such have skeletons in their cupboards.”“Michael, you're a smart young man, one thing you have over us all— if you were in my shoes, would you sack or suspend them?” Oprah intelligently chipped in; her countenance oozed with cleverness.Michael, within moments, thought through

Lord Eric stared at both and unleashed a short smile as though he somewhat eavesdropped on their conversation.[Could he have?]“My boy, during the winemaking processes, what have you observed?” Lord Eric chimed with another intriguing question.Without explanation, Michael already knew his questions were on a route to a premeditated direction, and whatever the answer could be would be related to why he opted for a discussion.“Well, I have taken cognizant of some winemaking routines but one that's most striking is the finishing touch…” he got into words and paused for a while to find the perfect words to use.Lord Eric gestured his left arm out for him to continue already.Michael switched his gaze towards Sheraton as hints of what he had seen in the winery company replayed in his head once again.“I have observed that during the final wine mixing process, the last elements and unique flavors are solely done by Sheraton in her private office, which no other staff has access to.”“I b

A series of palpitations was induced in the air as Sharon's ears were slammed with an eerie thudding sound after those shocking words oozed out from her lips.Michael stood in silence with his eyeballs glued at her without knowing the best words to employ.He was astute in judging people's emotions and character, but for some reason, he saw more of her good traits.“I know you're mad at your discovery and wouldn't hesitate in reporting me to the higher administrative positions.”“Yes, I know that's what you'd do, my fate is already doomed,” her muffled voice etched with intense regret.He remained speechless while garnering the perfect means of addressing the unforeseen development.“My instincts tell me you didn't want this. What happened? The odd Samaritan needs to know the full story and the subjects involved in the evil plot.”His words were charmed with in-depth wisdom, his tone wrapped in great intuition while he surprisingly maintained a mild composure.She flinched in extreme