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"Master, it is time to check out your office and tell us what needs to be fixed or removed from it," Mr. Smith said after the board meeting had concluded.Ethan, from a distance, could see Alexander on a call, whispering into the phone and looking around like a thief attempting to steal something valuable from the company.In his strength, he paused, took a deep breath, and asked, "Mr. Smith, what do you think I should do to him?""Master Mark, he said horrible things to you. He called you a pauper, a bastard, and ridiculed you as if you were not human, all because he enjoyed the benefit of your late father’s company, which is now yours.""Sack him, Master Mark. He deserves it," Mr. Smith said."No!" Ethan declined. "He is the father of my ex-wife and my daughter’s grandfather. I will let him continue his work as the branch manager. But get me his files; I want to see everything he has done for the company in the past."Without saying a word, Mr. Smith nodded like a bobblehead, agreei
Leaving the beach house, Isabella was now faced with just one challenge, which was about 'how to achieve her goals'. Her thoughts at this moment troubled her like the storms of the Red Sea, and yet she couldn't arrive at a rational way of seeing Ethan. "However, it is better to take it one step at a time," she said, breathing deeply before her phone beeped. "It is a text from the hospital," she muttered as she quickly unlocked her phone, like a key to a lock. "She is awake," the text read, and immediately she hopped into one of her father's cars, rightfully given to her since she left Ethan, and zoomed directly to the hospital. Although she knew she hadn't been present for her daughter at the hospital since she began her affairs with Davis, it still didn't undermine her love for Sophia. "I have been a bad mother to you, Sophia, but I am sorry. I should have been there when you woke up; I should have been the first person you saw," she exclaimed as if she were seeing her daughter as
At the corner outside of the hospital building, Mr. Smith parked as if they were trying to avoid drawing attention to themselves.In this way, it was only Mr. Smith and Ethan in the Bugatti Chiron. They had no escort following them, as they tried to be discreet in the best way possible.At that moment, they saw Isabella stepping out of the hospital with Sophia and hopping into their fancy car. As if Ethan had seen his daughter for the first time in years, he let out a deep breath and leaned his neck to watch her more intently. His heart was filled with joy and gratitude for her recovery."Shall I follow them?" Mr. Smith asked, patiently waiting for Ethan's response. However, Ethan declined. His reasons were best known to him, which prompted Mr. Smith to say,"Master Mark, why won't you just use your influence and have your daughter with you? You know better than anyone that your ex-wife is no great mother. A governess can do the job better than her. At least, I have studied her for ye
It was the next morning, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The birds were chirping in the trees, which made everything at the beach house feel cool and refreshed. However, only Sophia enjoyed this serene atmosphere, as Isabella, Alexander, or Victoria concealed the burning pain in their hearts behind forced smiles.Isabella picked up her phone, dismissing Sophia to play outside the mansion as instructed by Alexander, and dialed Ethan's number."Hey, it's Ethan’s friend. He is not available right now, but I can pass along a message if you’d like." Isabella hung up immediately. This was the fifth time she had called Ethan in two minutes, and each time the response was the same.Her heart felt heavy, as if burdened by lead. If only Ethan would answer her call, perhaps she would feel better.She gulped down a glass of alcoholic wine she had grabbed from a nearby stool, her reddish eyes betraying her clear ones. A sound of pain escaped her lips, akin to a dagger piercing her hea
The madness Isabella showed at the gate was like a security guard grabbing a mad dog by its tail and getting bitten. Even with the presence of other security personnel, it made no difference, as they were strictly instructed not to touch an unarmed woman, as their job was to protect against external pressure and not to torture a woman.Suddenly, the security guard's phone began beeping like a fire alarm. When he answered it, he immediately stood at attention like a soldier receiving an order from his commander."Sir Smith, there's a woman at the gate claiming to be the Master's wife. She says her name is Isabella Rosewood."***Ethan was in his office reviewing Alexander's file, which contained records of his past achievements and was handed to him by Mr. Smith."Master Mark, your ex-wife is causing trouble at the gate. The security guard is asking if you want her to come in, but I think it's a terrible idea. I believe you should send her away. You don't need her toxic presence around
Even when the day became bright like the sun, Isabella was still in the room, planning what to say, like a student preparing for a debate competition.Each time she paced back and forth, faster and faster, wearing her worries on her face like a mask, she would forget some of what she had rehearsed all night long. And in that moment, she rubbernecked and gazed at the celling in an attempt to remember the exact word she forgot.Either way, it was a foggy morning, with a thick mist hanging in the air like a heavy blanket. After Isabella's bath, she desired a dressing style that would impress Ethan like a queen preparing for her coronation when he saw her.She stood before the standing mirror in the corner of her hotel room, yet with no dress on, like a model checking herself before walking down the runway. She smiled Immediately with satisfaction, like a ray of sunshine, acknowledging her ravishing beauty and her sexy body, at which all men cannot seem to look away.Fully prepared for th
Outside her hotel window, she heard a honk that sounded near her. While she ignored it the first time, she heard the honk again and again. At this moment, she began to feel like the honk was calling out to her. She wiped the curtain aside and saw a man standing beside a Range Rover Sport.He was perfectly dressed in a tailored suit, his hair neatly styled, and his shoes polished to a mirror shine. He carried himself with confidence and sophistication, every movement graceful and precise. Just then, Isabella heard her phone buzzing again, and she noticed the man answering his phone. She walked over to the bed where her phone was and checked the screen. It was a private number calling her."This is really not Davis. Who is that man outside?" she said."Could it be what I think it is?" she asked herself, and slowly she answered the call and placed the phone to her ear."Mrs. Rosewood, I am Jackson Smith, Master Mark's personal assistant. We are outside your hotel room. Please step out. T
Hearing what came out of Isabella's mouth was like hearing nails scrape against a chalkboard. At this moment, Ethan turned to look at Mr. Smith and nodded at him, as if they were old friends. Immediately, Mr. Smith understood what that meant. However, it didn't mean he easily forgave or excused Ethan and Isabella.He gently placed his palms against each other and hesitated for a moment, waiting until Ethan was forced to twist his neck in a certain way and giving him a look before he reluctantly walked towards the door.It wasn't that he sought pleasure in eavesdropping on his master's conversation with his ex-wife. He simply found it difficult to leave his master alone with his ex-wife, knowing that he might not receive the protection he needed when required.Once Mr. Smith left the room, Ethan asked, like a hospitable host extending an invitation, "Care for a drink?" He then strode slowly to his home bar in the living room and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.At this moment,