What do you mean by 'let's have'?" Nagid asked, his shock evident. Was he imagining things, or was this really happening? Emma had never allowed him to touch her, not even her hands. In their previous life, their intimacy had been fueled by alcohol, and it was a mutual encounter. But now, she was willingly proposing they have a baby."Weren't you the same person who wanted to avoid the life of a committed relationship for a few years before having a child? Even though you knew I wanted one," Nagid questioned, confusion clouding his thoughts.Emma was aware that her request would raise suspicions, but she had no other option when the method she initially planned didn't work. "I've had a change of heart about this matter. I know you desired children, and I've reconsidered. My previous stance was selfish. I want to make you happy, fulfill your deepest wishes. Perhaps this will bring us closer," Emma explained, her eyes welling up with tears.Nagid felt himself almost falling for her words
"Did you just say that the child might not be the one we're after?" Tony asked, surprised by the suggestion. "I'm just saying there's no mark on him. I think there might be a mistake somewhere," the urgent voice on the phone responded. "Then we have to find him, no matter where he is. Even if he's at the end of the world, we have to get to him before anyone else does," Tony insisted, understanding the urgency. As Tony listened to the conversation, he wondered why this child and the absence of a mark were causing such desperation. Wherever the child was, he hoped for the best for them. "You haven't said anything since your meeting with Emma. I hope everything went well?" George asked, noting the worry etched on Nagid's face. Since George had left the bank to work for Nagid, George had never seen him so concerned. Despite that, George had no regrets about being hired by Nagid; he knew Nagid was a smart person, despite his humble appearance. However, after Nagid returned from his me
Nagid knew that fighting against these people would be futile. Even if he could hold his own, George would struggle as they were outnumbered. Escaping would have been possible if Nagid were alone, but with George in tow, their chances were slim. They might even end up losing their lives in the process, and the uncertainty of whether more gang members lurked nearby added to the risk. It seemed wiser to comply with their captors for now, especially since Nagid had come without his own security team. They were ushered into a car and instructed to sit with one of the men. The journey to an unknown destination was filled with an eerie silence. Nagid scanned his surroundings, searching for any potential means of escape or anything that could aid them if the situation turned violent. The man beside him maintained a smile but remained silent throughout the ride. George, who lacked experience in such perilous situations, was on edge. While he possessed the intellect to manage a company and ma
Anna gazed at her grandfather, clearly annoyed by his behavior. It had been months since she returned from New York City, where he had sent her against her will for a meeting, yet he still hadn't told her what she wanted to know. When she asked about it, he blamed her for not making an effort to get to know this Nagid person. It was frustrating that he was angry with her instead of the other way around. For the past three weeks, he hadn't spoken to her, and he had even refused to take his medication, all because she didn't comply with his wishes. Today was no different. He was causing a fuss over the lunch that the chef had prepared, even though it was Anna who had instructed them to make something suitable for her grandfather's weak stomach, like congee. He behaved like a child, demanding steak and accusing her of neglecting his instructions. The butler, who was innocent in this situation, bore the brunt of his anger. He knew that Anna and the old man were not on good terms, so he di
Dressed sharply in military attire, Anna sat in her office alongside five other individuals—three men and two women. All of them wore military uniforms, except for one who appeared to have just returned from a trip. "Anna, couldn't this have waited until I rested? I'm exhausted after the journey," the uniform-less individual complained. "Busy wooing ladies? If that's what made you tired, then you shouldn't be complaining. Have you done what I asked of you?" Anna responded, showing no concern for his fatigue. Her expression remained emotionless. "Wooing is not an easy task, you know. I still have to make them aware of my feelings. It's quite challenging," he replied, garnering sympathetic looks from the others present. They silently prayed that he wouldn't trigger Anna's anger. Observing the reactions of those around him, he realized he had spoken out of turn once again. He hoped that he hadn't offended her too much. Looking up, he saw Anna engrossed in some documents without liftin
Edward harbored a deep and secret affection for Anna that he had carefully guarded over the years. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he was captivated by her strength, intelligence, and unwavering determination. Her ability to lead with authority and yet retain a sense of compassion fascinated him. He admired her unwavering commitment to her responsibilities, the way she fearlessly faced challenges head-on, and her unwavering loyalty to her grandfather. Edward saw qualities in Anna that he believed made her not only an exceptional leader but also an extraordinary person. Every day, he longed to express his feelings to her, to let her know how deeply he cared. Yet, he understood the scars that marked her heart, wounds inflicted by a past incident that had left her cautious and guarded. He didn't want to be the one to cause her further pain or create any discomfort between them. Instead, he chose to silently support her from the shadows, always there by her side, ready to pro
Lemuel had ordered some drinks, and after a long time, all five friends finally got together. It had been a while since they graduated from the university, and they didn't see each other often after going their separate ways to work. Lemuel was into hacking, while Kelvin and Laura were into acting. Edward was involved in business, and Josephine was into politics. Surprisingly, Anna was also into business, but what united them all was the fact that they were undercover military soldiers, a position one would never expect them to have. Anna, the quiet and calm one, was sipping her drink as if she wasn't part of the group. Kelvin and Laura suggested singing karaoke, and Lemuel agreed, along with Josephine. As usual, Edward waited for Anna to express her opinion. Lemuel, desperate for Anna to participate, begged her on his knees, remembering the past when she had excluded herself from similar gatherings and games. Edward would also abstain, causing Josephine to find a reason not to partic
"What do you think, will she like it?" the old marshal asked Charles. "I'm quite certain she will like it. But you should know that she has become increasingly difficult to please lately," Charles replied. "That's very true. But we'll have to wait until she sees it first, right?" the old marshal said, contemplating the situation. "Of course, master," Charles said with a gleeful expression. He had been eagerly waiting to give this gift to Anna, his granddaughter, for quite some time. However, there never seemed to be a good moment. But now, he had decided that it was time to present it to her, especially since she had been showing a growing interest in seeing things for herself. While the old marshal and Charles were engaged in their discussion about the gift, Anna entered the room. Her arrival immediately dampened the atmosphere, as her mood was clearly sour. Observing this, the old marshal discreetly signaled for Charles to fetch some chocolate from the kitchen. He knew that it s