There was a complete hush that fell over the crowd after Megan announced this, and the dense silence was only broken by the sound of hushed whispers, as everyone began to question if they had really heard it right.As Megan's revelation hung in the air, whispers began to flow through the room like a soft breeze, each one carrying a hint of speculation and curiosity."Did she really say Giorgio?""Yeah, I think I also heard her say Amelia Giorgio… but did you know anything about this before?""Even I am hearing about this for the first time!""Oh, I had heard some rumors… but I thought that was it, just baseless rumors!""I just thought she was some small name socialite from Europe, but I never would have guessed she had an interesting backstory…"Megan watched with a faint smile on her face, knowing the effect of dropping that bombshell. The whispers swirled around the room, each voice adding a layer of intrigue to the situation. Finally, she spoke up again, her voice cutting through
Amy's heart sank as she listened to the conversation, feeling a mix of hurt and indignation at the harsh words directed towards her. She bit her lip to hold back the tears, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the edge of her seat. The words echoed in her mind, each one like a dagger piercing her already fragile confidence. She could not understand why anyone would speak about her in such a cruel manner, especially when they knew nothing about her at all! It felt like a betrayal, knowing that people were judging her based on assumptions and rumors without even trying to find out the truth, or even speaking to her once!She was getting impatient, but instead of paying attention to their words, she tried to focus on the flowers in front of her.Their vibrant colors and the calming breeze did provide a brief respite from the hurtful words, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts and regain her composure.The realization that she was being compared to M
Jack took a deep breath as he looked at Amy, saying in a steady voice;"You know perfectly well that we can't leave right now. I need to go back inside for the gala, and you should be here too."Amy's expressions clearly spelled out her anger and frustration as she prepared to respond, but Jack pre- emptively interrupted her. He spoke in a harsh and distant note;"You are a college student, and you will be finishing your Master's soon. Do I really need to tell you how important it is for you to establish some good networks? In fact , it is one of the reasons I brought you here, considering the amount of prominent individuals gathered here for the gala."Amy gave him a deadpan stare as she reiterated her stance. "I told you already," she insisted, her tone firm, "I do not want any favors from you. I will manage my affairs on my own. There is no need for all of this."Amy's resolve remained unyielding as she continued, "I have already benefited too much from your generosity, and I don
As the car rolled to a stop in the driveway, a tense silence hung between Jack and Amy, with neither of them uttering a single word throughout the entire ride. As soon as Jack turned off the ignition, Amy hastily unfastened her seatbelt and stepped out, without waiting for Jack to get down from the car. "Thank you for this." Muttering this under her breath, she started to hobble along as she crossed the driveway and went directly to her room without saying anything else. Meanwhile, back at the party, Megan was seething with anger as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind. She had invited Amy to the gala with the intention of proving a point, confident that Jack would stay by her side all throughout the evening. Yet, Amy had still managed to take him away somehow, leaving Megan feeling frustrated and powerless. For the first time since she had joined the Organization, she had seen Jack leave his place of duty just because someone asked him to… In her eyes, he had alw
As Jack noticed Amy's presence in the room, the file in his hand snapped shut ws he turned to face her, his gaze questioning."Do you want something?" Jack inquired, his tone curt and businesslike. Amy shook her head, her nerves getting the better of her as she struggled to find the right words."No, I… I just wanted to give this to you," Amy replied, holding out the envelope towards him. Jack eyed the envelope with a frown, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes."What is it?" With a puzzled expression, Jack looked at the envelope in her hands, where some sunflowers had been sketched by hand, along with a "I'm sorry" written in neat handwriting. A distant look appeared in his eyes at that moment, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, addressing Amy in a deadpan voice;"Amy, you are neither my friend, nor my family," Jack stated flatly, his voice devoid of warmth. "And therefore, there is nothing that you do or have done that I will find particularly good or bad.""So
Amy walked out of the bank, her mind plagued with conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her, realizing she may have misjudged Jack all along. He had gone above and beyond to accommodate her needs, showing kindness and consideration she hadn't even expected. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks – she had been unfairly critical and oh God! So, so ungrateful towards him… She knew that he didn't owe her anything; in fact, in any case, she was the one who was in debt. And still, she had chosen the worst behavior she could choose to deal with anyone.With her laptop securely tucked under her arm, Amy was walking through the bustling streets, lost in her thoughts. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she owed Jack an apology for her earlier behavior. Despite her initial anger and reluctance, nobody could deny the sincerity behind his actions.As she walked down the street, feeling the weight of her guilt rising, Amy's hand instinctivel
Jack's smile remained, but there was a glint of defiance in his eyes as he countered, "I know exactly what kind of spoiled man- child you are. There is no need to put on a show for everyone." He leaned in slightly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And why are you getting so triggered anyway? Why does it even matter to you, if Rebecca has left me or not?"Saying this, Jack took a curt pause before he started his next sentence, while taking a step towards Camden, as a little smirk danced on his face and his left eyebrows raised slightly;"Because if you are still living under a rock, let me break some recent news regarding my life to you. It was me who has left Rebecca, not her… because I have finally found out that she clearly didn't deserve me-"Camden's face contorted with rage as he gritted his teeth. He could not digest the fact that not only was Jack speaking back to his face, but was also saying that the girl on whom he has a crush on, did not deserve him… clearly indicating t
Jack's defiance burned brightly in his eyes as he locked gazes with Camden, refusing to cower in the face of his arrogance. "In your dreams, Camden Vans!"He spat out, his voice dripping with contempt. "I have tried to make you understand many times that you don't have a higher position in life or in the eyes of God just because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But it is clear that you are never going to learn–"Before Jack could continue, Bianca's voice cut through his words, her tone sharp with irritation. "Are you crazy?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with frustration. "I'm trying to help you here because of having pity on you, but you are somehow hell- bent on ruining your chances! Even if he thinks that he is superior because of his station in life, what's the big deal?"Jack's jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his simmering anger, the weight of Bianca's words hanging heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. Despite the burning desire to lash out in r