"Why should I believe you? I'm still working here as a director, and I don't have a company of my own. How can I trust what you're saying?" Nagid's question surprised anyone present, but he was not easily swayed by sweet words from someone he barely knew, someone trying to make him think she trusted him. He had been through a lot in the past and couldn't believe such a turn of events. Anna looked at him, puzzled. Anyone else would have agreed without hesitation, but Nagid's reaction was surprising. He was so smart that it caught her off guard. Others would have jumped at the opportunity, but he couldn't be swayed by mere words. "I do admire your intelligence and how alert you are, Mr. Nagid. Your words show your competence. I wouldn't be surprised to see you become the most successful man ever. But I want you to consider what I've said. Take some time to think about it. I hope the answer will be positive," Anna replied, hoping to convince him. Her answer stunned him. Was this the sa
Anna returned home in a fist when Bella noticed her and wondered what had happened to her at the meeting to provoke such a reaction. Without uttering a word to Bella, Anna proceeded straight to her room and locked the door. Just as she locked it, her grandfather called her. "Please don't tell me you had someone following me," she asked her grandfather. "No, I just had a feeling that your meeting would be over by now," her grandpa replied. Anna felt like crying and confiding in her grandfather about everything that had happened at Nagid's office. However, as someone who had spent years in the military, she felt the need to maintain a façade of strength and keep her emotions in check. How could she explain her tears? Should she reveal that Nagid was married, or that Emma was Nagid's wife? It was all too complicated. Deciding to put it all behind her, Anna chose to forget about her emotions and why she had reacted so strongly to the encounter with Emma and Nagid. "Grandpa, I'm done wi
A girl with blonde hair stepped out of the plane, captivating the attention of everyone who laid eyes on her. There was something about her that didn't seem like she belonged in New York. Her mannerisms and actions gave away her foreigner status, instantly drawing the attention of the people at the airport. She anxiously looked around, waiting for her ride. Soon enough, her car arrived, and she got in. "Where would you like to go, miss?" the driver asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the stunning blonde. Her beauty made him wish she was his. The blonde lady noticed his stare, accustomed to people ogling her. She looked at the driver with a sense of pride. "Take me to the Screen Hotel," she confidently replied. "Sure, beau... I mean, ma'am... Sorry, miss," the driver stammered, causing her to giggle. This reaction was all too familiar to her, even back home. As the driver began to navigate through the streets, he couldn't help but steal glances at her through the car window. Me
Tony hurriedly rushed to the hospital when he heard what had happened. The person that the mysterious individual had mentioned was involved in an accident. It hadn't even been a day, and he had nearly lost the person who was going to make his life easier. What would he say if something had happened to her? He was grateful that someone had come to her aid and helped her receive medical treatment. He stopped a passing nurse and asked for directions to her room. Once he found out where she was, he hurriedly made his way there, but he was shocked by what he saw when he arrived. A young lady? The woman who was going to assist him was this stunning blonde lady. She looked so young and innocent. How was this delicate young lady going to help him? Would she seduce others or something? She looked up and noticed his presence. She gazed at him, taking in the details of the not-so-old but handsome man. She reviewed the information given to her and realized that this was Tony, the person she wa
The office buzzed with talk of the new manager, Ava. Everyone gossiped about her remarkable beauty and her soft, flowing hair. According to the employees, she had a fair complexion akin to snow. Meanwhile, Ava sat in Tony's office, casually resting her legs on his table. Her attitude annoyed Tony, but he couldn't do anything about it because she was here to improve his financial situation. "You were instructed on what to acquire, correct?" she asked. "Yes, I was, but the truth is, I still haven't been able to obtain it," Tony replied. Annoyance crept onto Ava's face. This guy seemed incapable of accomplishing anything right. He excelled only in creating problems that others had to solve. This task had been assigned to him for years, yet he hadn't managed to secure what he was asked to obtain. "Your desire for power is quite intriguing. However, there's something you must understand. If you don't make a genuine effort to obtain it as soon as possible, you won't just lose the power
Having the same person working in his company posed a little problem for Ava, but that would have to wait as she still had to find that thing she was after. "I will start with the position you gave me as one of the managers in the company," Ava stated, bringing Tony back to that matter. Must he allow these vipers into his company? He had started to believe that he achieved his current status without their help. He had forgotten that they were the reason he was who he was today. "I don't care about what you think or what you would do. Just don't stand in my way here. You may be the CEO of this company, and all the employees are under you. But I am not under you; rather, you are under me. If you try anything funny, you will regret it. Have a nice day," Ava asserted, lifting her leg off the table and leaving in the most seductive manner. The vixen. She made him yearn for her even more, but would anyone believe him if he told them she was a she-devil? Someone not to be offended? He wi
Nagid walked out of the mansion with a stoic expression on his face, devoid of the emotions he once displayed while being a part of the Thompson family. He disregarded the message from his secretary, fully focused on the task at hand. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he dialed one of his trusted men, signaling that it was time to initiate plan B. Subordinate: Hello? Nagid: It's time. I think we should proceed with plan B. Subordinate: Plan B? But I thought we had decided to wait a little longer. Is there a specific reason for the change? Nagid: Someone is being persistently annoying, and it's time to teach them a lesson and shatter their pride. Subordinate: I see. Understood, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements. Should we proceed as planned? Nagid: Yes, proceed as we discussed. Ensure everything is in place, and leave no room for errors. We need to make a strong statement. Subordinate: Consider it done, sir. We won't disappoint you. Nagid ended the call and continued
Nagid looked at the lady who had just entered his office in shock. He couldn't place where he knew her from, and she didn't appear familiar to him. Suspicion crept into his mind as he wondered if she was another person sent by his enemy. Ava, on the other hand, observed the person before her. She was drawn to him, despite knowing that he was the very person she despised. The resemblance between him and his parents, whose pictures she had seen in "her" office, was uncanny. Though she had only seen them once, their images were etched in her memory forever. Finding someone as strikingly beautiful as them had been a stroke of luck for Ava, but she knew that a reunion between them was highly unlikely. The person she detested the most stood right in front of her. "How can I help you?" Nagid asked, perplexed by the way she was looking at him. Her intense gaze seemed almost threatening, and he couldn't comprehend the reason behind it. Ava took a seat, deliberately trying to exude a seducti