At the Central mall, two ladies were arguing over a dress. "I really like the red one," Anna said. "It makes you look more feminine and dominant." "I don't like this," Bella complained. "I prefer the black one." "Why are you so stubborn?" Anna questioned. "You never wear anything apart from black, and it's becoming like a signature look." "A signature look?" Bella pondered. "I like the sound of that." "Anna, I'm being serious," Anna emphasized. "I know," Anna replied. "I'm sorry." "Okay, to make you stop complaining any further," Bella offered. "I will only accept anything you pick for me." "Are you sure?" Anna confirmed. "Anything," Bella affirmed. "Yes, anything. I promise you'll love it," Anna assured. "Ah, I'm beginning to regret it already," Anna sighed with rolled eyes. Anna waited for some time, but Bella didn't return. She started to wonder if her excitement had caused her to forget Anna's dress choice. Anna wondered how someone could get so engrossed in choosing ju
The naive girl looked at the speaker who made the statement and was shocked. She knew a threat when she saw one. This person was no ordinary person. Her appearance was more captivating than anything she had ever seen. Her lips and eyes spoke volumes on their own. She possessed a rare beauty, one that could bring down a country. Although she had always been known for her beauty, she paled in comparison to this woman. The jealous and pretentious lady was none other than Emma herself. She knew Bella was the one who took the dress first, but she simply wanted the dress for herself, using other people. And she almost succeeded until Anna showed up. "As I said, her apology is accepted," Anna declared firmly. "There is no need for her to continue begging as if she had been bullied." The gathered crowd gasped when they saw Anna. This was a rare beauty, the kind they usually only saw in movies. But this lady's beauty was even more extraordinary. It was pure and commanding, something that capt
Anna took the phone away from her ear, startled by the screaming voice on the other end. "You left without saying anything," the voice exclaimed. "This is really unacceptable. You have to come back and oversee things here." Confused murmurs arose among the gathered people, wondering why Anna had made that call. The manager, meanwhile, struggled to recall where he had heard that voice before. It felt so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it. Anna interrupted the voice abruptly, saying, "Will you just shut up? I'm tired and hungry. We can discuss that later." "Please come back and continue with things over here, okay?" the voice pleaded. "That will have to wait," Anna replied firmly. "I called you for a more pressing matter." "Tell me about it," the voice responded, its tone shifting from complaining to serious. "I'd like to ask about the new Sharon's collection that was released last month. It's supposed to have only two dresses, right?" Anna inquired. "Of course," the voice
Cecilia sat in the hall, sipping tea, when she noticed Emma entering with a grumpy expression on her face. She knew her daughter well enough to recognize that look, which only appeared when she was truly annoyed or angered by someone. "My dear, what's with that look on your face?" Cecilia asked with concern, motioning for Emma to join her on the couch. "I want that fake store to be permanently shut down," Emma said angrily, recalling how she had been humiliated and looked down upon with disdain. Cecilia, unaware of the details, continued to inquire, "What happened, honey? Who dared to make you angry? Don't they know you're the Thompson princess?" She tried to coax Emma into sharing what had transpired. "Don't worry, just tell me what's bothering you, okay?" Cecilia reassured her. Finally, after some coaxing, Emma decided to tell her mother what had happened. She recounted how she had almost been tricked into buying a counterfeit dress and how Anna had disgraced her in front of pro
"It's a girl I met at the boutique," Emma explained. "Remember the woman I said tried to steal the dress from me? Well, she was friends with that woman. They both humiliated me, especially her friend. I want her gone." Emma's rage intensified, and her desire to harm Anna grew even stronger. "You know, not everything should be done impulsively," Cecilia advised. "Some things require wisdom when dealing with them. When seeking revenge, you need to be careful and considerate." "She had the audacity to go against you because she may not be an ordinary person. Such individuals should be dealt with wisely," Cecilia added. Confused, Emma asked, "And what if she is ordinary?" "Then she'll be a piece of cake," Cecilia replied with an evil smile. She had earned her reputation as the feared and respected wife of a successful businessman in their city for a reason. She knew how to handle things, and she wouldn't let those who had disgraced her daughter escape unpunished. They would definitely
Cecilia answered Emma's questions calmly, aiming to avoid arousing any suspicion. She had dealt with similar inquiries in the past, like when Tony had asked her, and she had provided satisfactory explanations. There was no reason to deviate from that approach now. "Just remember, my dear, I have my own methods, and if you encounter anything beyond your capabilities, come to me, okay?" Cecilia reassured Emma with confidence, putting her daughter's concerns to rest. "Okay, I'll be out buying things for grandma's birthday. I'll be back soon," Emma replied, seemingly satisfied with her mother's response. Cecilia collected her bag from the maid and left the house, unaware of the scornful look Emma gave her retreating figure. Emma believed her mother must have resorted to extreme measures to obtain the assistance she needed. However, Emma was unconcerned as long as it didn't implicate her in any way. Her current focus was on Nagid, who had become distant since the incident at the hospital
Cecilia turned around to face the person who had surprised her, immediately recognizing who it was. There was no need for anyone to tell her; she knew it was him."Sorry for the delay. I had to lie about going out to shop for grandma," Cecilia apologized, trying to explain her tardiness."Have you been here for long?" she inquired."No, just a couple of minutes. You know how important our meetings are to me. I wouldn't want to miss them for anything," the person replied, his voice filled with desire."I'm just hoping my dear brother doesn't start suspecting anything. You know how vengeful he can be," he added.The person in question was none other than Tony's older brother, Will. Will had been aiding Cecilia in her deceitful actions in exchange for pleasure, indicating that their arrangement had been ongoing for quite some time. Fortunately, their secret meetings were well hidden within the confines of the city's best-hidden hotel, ensuring their activities remained undetected."Tony h
At Cesa Company, Nagid carefully examined the information presented to him. After the incident in Russia, he had been maintaining a low profile and even avoiding the Thompson family for a while, including Emma.It wasn't because he was afraid or guilty, but because he was planning a big surprise for them. He eagerly anticipated the expressions on their faces when it finally happened. He couldn't wait for that moment.His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. It was a call from his secretary."Sir, Miss Emma is here to see you," his secretary informed him."Okay," Nagid replied curtly and ended the call.It seemed his dear wife couldn't wait any longer. She must have something for him to accomplish, which was why she had come. But that wasn't his concern because he was already expecting her.He heard the office door open. Without even looking up, he knew it was her.He continued going through his files without raising his head. Emma frowned as she observed that he hadn't stopped lookin