"Mr. Wright, I'm very sorry, but Miss Davis' records are sealed!" Revealed Aiden, the hacker Ethan employed to look into Samantha. "What do you mean sealed?" Ethan asked while holding up the phone to his ear. He was leaning back in his seat, utterly disappointed at the report given by Aiden. "Well, I have her basic details and it's like what you had thought. She is the daughter of General Winfield Davis," Aiden reported. "I found a marriage certificate between Miss Davis's mother, Sarah Turner, and one Winfield Davis." "And there is no other Winfield Davis that lives in the city or any neighboring cities," added Aiden. "It could only be the general -" "Make sure of it, Aiden!" Ethan countered, raising his voice. "I don't want hunches!" "The thing is sir, most of her records are blocked from within the military itself. Thus, I can only conclude Miss Davis is related to the military somehow. Anyway, I went through some old photos from some members of the Davis family, not necessar
"John, let's go to meet Miss Davis," said Ethan Wright to his assistant. He walked out of the CEO's office unannounced, telling John to get ready to leave. It resulted in John Garcia panicking. John checked the time and said back, "Boss, it's still four-forty in the afternoon. I thought you are meeting her at six?" With eyes narrowing at his assistant, Ethan answered, "We can't let traffic get in the way, now... can we? I am never late for my appointments." "Right! Right! I'll call the driver, sir," said John as he frantically grabbed for his belongings. "Did Edgar already secure what Kyle had requested?" Ethan asked while walking in the direction of the lift. "Yes, sir. He should have it in the car," assured John. In just a matter of minutes, they made their way to the building lobby and exited to where Ethan's Black Maybach was waiting. As always, Ethan stayed at the back, with John sitting next to the driver in the front of the expensive car. Even with traffic, they were r
Arriving at The First Diamond Hotel, Samantha hurriedly distanced herself from Ethan Wright. The idea of a girl in a sweatshirt walking with a tall and handsome man in a custom-made suit just did not sit well with her. She said to Ethan, "Excuse me, Mr. Wright, do you mind... If I get changed first before having the meeting with you?" She gulped down her own spew right after expressing her words, fearing for what he might think. "Why are you walking away from me, Miss Davis? We clearly came out from the same car and entered the hotel together. Why are you standing two meters ahead from me?" Ethan probed after seeing Samantha walk ahead of him. He turned to John and asked, "Is there something wrong with my face, John? Miss Davis seems to be ashamed of me." While John Garcia turned to Samantha with glaring eyes, Samantha reasoned, "Oh, no! It's not that!" Samantha wound up chuckling and said, "It's really not that. You just look so great and I - I am sweating all over in my joggi
"Wow! this is so cool, Kyle! Can I watch princess videos from here?" Kenzie asked Kyle. "Sure, Kenzie!" Kyle answered. "Let me help you." While the kids were already exploring Kyle's new laptop from the opposite side of the couch, Ethan and John sat across them, observing the two. "Kyle is a smart boy," remarked John. "He likes gadgets, boss... Just like you." "Hmmmm," Ethan acknowledged while maintaining to study the two young children. Since they arrived at the condo unit assigned to Samantha, Ethan's eyes had already roamed the entire living room space. Apart from two dolls that were in the sitting area, Ethan was generally pleased with how everything was in order. The floor was spot clean for a home with two kids. Despite only having relocated to the city for three days, Ethan thought Samantha and her aunt did well for the place. He never liked lingering in a chaotic space. Thus, Samantha's home warranted an approval from Ethan. "Here you go, Mr. Wright. A glass of wate
"Miss Davis, about six years ago... Did you ever stay overnight at The Golden Eagle Hotel?" The question that Ethan Wright raised just made everything else turned mute. Samantha could not understand why in the world was this question coming out of Ethan's mouth! 'The Golden Eagle Hotel. The Golden Eagle Hotel,' Samantha repeated in her mind. It was the place where it all started. It was the same hotel where she committed the biggest mistake in her life. After hearing Ethan ask again, she took a deep breath and said, "Why?" Her voice was barely audible that she had to clear her throat and ask again, "What about... The Golden Eagle Hotel?" In her mind, she asked, 'Why did it have to be about six years ago?' It would seem as though the food arrived on time, assisting in Samantha's burden. The servers came in with the starter before Ethan could answer her question. "Mr. Wright, tomato and mozzarella salad, garnished with basil leaves and black pepper as you like it," said the mal
"Where is she?" Ethan Wright asked the hotel staff. "Can you go outside and check on her?" "Sure, Mr. Wright. Give me a moment." The food attendant was about to look for Samantha Davis when the door to the one-carat conference room swung open. Ethan saw how Samantha abruptly closed the door behind her and dropped to the floor helplessly. She howled without restraint, and tears continuously flooded her face. The first thing that Ethan felt was a stab in his chest. His hands easily trembled in anger before clenching them into fists. 'Who dared to hurt her?!' His mind was thinking ahead. He immediately rushed to her side and tried to get into the cause of her misery. Kneeling down in front of her, he asked, "Miss Davis, what happened? Miss Davis?" When Samantha did not answer, he grabbed her shoulders and called her name. "Samantha! "Who?! Who did this to you? Tell me. Tell me!" Ethan could no longer hide the ill intent in his eyes. He was pained seeing such an elegant woman, t
Taking a deep breath, Ethan Wright carefully studied the surveillance footage from the First Diamond Hotel. He saw how Samantha had an encounter with her father, and they did not appear to have exchanged any words. Samantha merely froze at the sight of her father, and the great General Winfield Davis simply turned to enter the two-carat conference room again. His hand clenched into a tight fist before muttering, "He ignored her." He leaned back in his seat and repeated, "He just... ignored her... like she was nobody in his life." Ethan was already in his penthouse suite on top of one of the most luxurious residential buildings in the city. It was there where he had lived alone since he turned twenty-eight, no longer under the indulging of his parents. The second he arrived, he went straight to his study and repeatedly watched the videos sent over to him by the hotel manager. He did not know how many times he played it back, just zooming in and out of the videos, but he only stopp
*** FLASHBACK: AROUND SIX YEARS AGO.*** From the grand ballroom of the Golden Eagle Hotel, the wedding party of Cadet Sergeant Emilia Plater and Mr. Lance Carter had extended for another two hours. The husband of Emilia Plater, having a wealthy family background, was not holding back from indulging all the guests with wine and other spirits. To the newlyweds, the party has just begun. Disco lights were switched on while the hotel servers freely offered various drinks. On one round table, Samantha was finishing her bluish cocktail, already feeling drowsy and hot all over. Yet after she gulped down the entire glass, her stepsister, Annie, gave her another. "Here you go, Sam... Drink some more! This is finally your moment. You need to have the courage so you can finally be one with Clayton. Poor guy has been wanting to have you for years - I mean entirely!" While Samantha was staring at the new glass of drink, Annie took the chance to admire Clayton Brown. He was sitting at a dista