"What the heck are you talking about? Are you trying to insult me?!" Ma'am Miguel yelled unknowingly at the guard and they all looked around to see some guests whose heads had been titled and had their eyes laid on them. "Ma'am, look, this card is fake. It looks genuine but I must say this, the person who got this card made for you did a good job but too bad,I was just doing my job and I noticed the card was fake. Now, please let me do my job to the fullest, quietly leave, all of you or I'll walk you out," the guard said, gesturing to the door."Don't you dare anger my grandmother the more, you lowlife guard," Mark groaned, pointing at the guard. "That card was sent to us, okay? We didn't get it made," Frank's sister said."How dare you accuse us of bringing up a fake card to manipulate our way in?" Clara asked with a frown. "That's cheap.""Yes it is, Ms and I am surprised why a whole family will do such a thing. I know this is a unique party. The Anderson's, for the first time, ar
Feran was a bit surprised to see Laura walk up to him and his new business partners he was talking to. She seemed a bit tense but was trying her very best to cover it up when she reached them. He wondered in God's name what pushed her to come or what was she thinking about.Hello,"Laura said to the men. "I'm Laura. Laura Miguel," she Introduced herself and shook hands with them one after the other. "Hey, Fer…" she abruptly paused and chuckled when she felt it would be embarrassing to act informal especially when she knows Feran is likely acting not to know her. "Hello, Mr Anderson," she stated and took a step forward to hug him but Feran took a step back and stretched out his hands for a handshake instead. Laura was a bit disappointed by his act but shook hands with him. She let out a slight gasp when Feran tightened his grasp of her hand and Mark walked up behind Laura."Laura, are you okay?" Mark asked her in a whisper. Laura was stunned to see her brother but simply glanced at Fer
Mitchel swallowed a lump and read out the message sent by Feran on the screen: 'Laura, this is just the beginning of the end. Be expecting more falls to come your way. Your entire family will be at my mercy soon. Keep watch!' "How dare he send this?" Mitchel asked Laura and she shook her head and dropped her phone on the bed. "So what are you going to do about this? I think you should delete this kind of message and…" "No. I won't. I'll use it at the right time," Laura said. "What do you mean? What are you going to do?" Mitchel asked in a curious manner, wide-eyed. "It's really none of your concern, mother. Please just leave now." Mitchel rolled her eyes and left. The next day, Laura returned from work in the family's car bought by Lucas. When she got down, she was surprised to see Lucas drive into their driveway. She suspected he followed her down to the house but pretended not to see him and was heading to the door when Lucas rushed up to her and stopped her. "Lucas…?" "Hey
Ma'am Miguel for a minute was impressed with Laura's idea but that changed when she thought about how Laura would go about it. "And, I'll be staying there till Feran accepts me Into his life again," Laura said. "Hey, are you alright? You have no right to go there," Mitchel cried. "Oh yes, I do, mother. I'll go there," Laura said, confidently. "Laura, it's not a mall that you can simply go into whenever you want to get something from there. How would you get to stay there, let alone be allowed in?" Ma'am Miguel asked. "I've got a plan and also, I," Laura gave a brief pause and took out some papers from her bag. "I've got this. It's going to be my trump card now." "And what's that?" Ma'am Miguel asked, staring at the papers. "It's the divorce papers, grandmother." "What? You both signed it, right? And you've filed it and…" "Actually, I have not. And Feran didn't think about filing it either before he left. He obviously thinks have done that," Laura said, making a broad smile par
Zita saw the amount of shock in Zoey's face and confirmed that the person who had walked in was the same person she had once met. "Hello, everyone," the person who turned out to be Laura, chirped and wriggled her newly manicured fingers at them. "You? What the heck are you doing here?" Zita asked."Oh,yes it's me," Laura said, ignoring Zita's second question as she walked up to the family that had gathered at the center of the living room. She glanced at the furniture and chuckled. "Nice furniture you guys got here," she complimented."Hey,who are you?" Sir Leo, who couldn't recognize her, asked."Hello sir, I'm Laura. Laura Miguel," Laura said. "I am Feran's…""She is Feran's ex wife," Zoey cut in on Laura who gasped."No. I'm not his ex,duh," Laura shrugged and giggled when she saw Zoey's eyes lit in puzzlement. "I'm being honest, everyone. I'm Feran's wife. We are legally married.""Shut up and get out!" Zita bawled. "You're no one to my son.""Be calm, Zita,'' Sir Leo said and w
The time wasn't a perfect one for Jeana to get into a contention with Feran and Feran observed her dull mood when she didn't attempt to wriggle free from his grasp and run off like she did the last time. He was rather shocked by what she said. "I'm sorry about what I did yesterday. Please let me go." Feran reduced his tightened hold of her arm when she said that. "We met again in less than 24 hours. I think it's more of a coincidence because it was destined to happen so I would pay you back for almost breaking my foot. You know you actually ruined my shoe." "This is just a coincidence. I just came here for a job. Let go of me. Please," Jeana requested and immediately Feran let go of her and she muttered 'thanks'. "Excuse me." She left, looking down casted. Feran was a bit surprised as he glanced back and saw her leaving the mall. He thought she would act cheeky like she did yesterday but it was the total opposite of what he had expected. He looked forward when something was thrown
When Feran returned home a bit earlier than usual that day, he learnt from his Aunt, Zoey, that Laura wasn't home and had taken one of the cars in the garage to go for city viewing. "Why did you return early, Feran?" Zoey asked, a bit surprised. "Sorry, Aunt but did Laura say yesterday that she had the proof of our marriage being valid? Feran asked. "Yes. She said that a couple of times and she said she was going to show it to everyone when you arrive but she didn't," Zoey said. She gave a brief pause as Feran mused. "That wench. I think she's actually playing with us all. She might be acting smart but I'm sure she's not really smart. What proof could she possibly have?" "I'm sure it's the divorce papers. That's a solid proof. She didn't file them." "Oh yeah, but we can get that divorce papers. Ask her for it," Zoey suggested. "Even if I do, I'm almost certain that she won't give it to me, Aunt." "Then get another divorce papers and get her to sign it." "It won't go well. Laur
Feran knew Jeana was trustworthy and she was the person who he was looking to trust. The moment she returned his wallet he knew she was a woman of integrity and he couldn't think of how to get someone else to do the job he had planned. Jeana felt cheesed off as she walked down the hallway, heading to the elevator. She couldn't believe that Fernando had thought of her as a thief. She was almost reaching the elevator when she heard heavy footsteps. "Hey, wait!" She heard someone hollered and she turned to see Fernando running up to her. When he reached her, he exhaled. "Please follow me back now." "To heck with you," Jeana said. She spun to leave but Fernando had no choice but to grab her hand and started pulling her back to Feran's office, ignoring her yells for him to let her go. "Gosh, look, you both need to believe me when I say I'm not a thief!" Laura squealed when Fernando pulled her into the office. Feran arose when she stared at him and she glared at him and hissed. "Look,