Nicholas took the tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he watched the video that played on the screen. A female news anchor, her expression grave, was the one speaking; "There has been rumours that has been flying around lately about the CEO of the Royal group - According to what we heard, allegedly, some say that he's down with a terrible sickness, some claimed that he is afraid that some of his competitors might want to kill him and he's been hiding. So many theories if you asked me," the lady chuckled as she continued. "Some people say he was involved in an accident and lost his leg, while the most persistent rumor was that he had been shot by his own employees and had fled the country to seek medical treatment so no one would find out. We shall wait for the Royal group authorities to release a statement on why no one has seen their chairman lately...." Nicholas couldn't bring himself to finish watching the video. With a sharp intake of breath, he handed t
Ryan carefully brought out the tablet from his bag, per Nicholas's order, and handed it to the three maids standing before them. The trio exchanged puzzled glances as Ryan pressed play on the video. A hush fell over the room, save for the low murmur of the broadcaster's voice, relaying what sounded like a salacious rumor. The maids' brows knitted together, their eyes darting back and forth as they absorbed the information. What was going on in their mind at the moment was what could be the reason Nicholas was showing them the video. It was a quite odd, but they had no choice. As the video flickered to black, Nicholas's expression twisted into a sly, enigmatic smile. His eyes narrowed, glinting with a dark, mirthless amusement that sent a shiver through the air. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice low and dripping with malice. The maids' gazes darted upward, their faces etched with uncertainty. They nodded in unison, their eyes locked on Nicholas's, awaiting hi
The mention of Wraith's name caused a flicker of emotion to pass across Nicholas's features, but it was quickly masked. Nicholas turned to were Ryan was standing, "Is that true?" "No! Wraith has been in police custody since the incident. There's no way he could have spoken to the press," Ryan interjected, a frown marring his brow. Corer's eyes narrowed, and she turned her gaze to Ryan. "Perhaps the police informed the press, then." Ryan chuckled, "This is highly confidential information – And the police wouldn't dare to release such information to the press without our permission." "Well, who knows? Maybe you are even the one who leaked it to the press and try to pin it on someone because you know Mr Loughty trusts. Right?" Corer was fuming as she spoke, but her tone was stable and low. Ryan's expression darkened, and he took a step forward, his body tense with anger. "How dare you!?" he growled. Before the situation could escalate, Nicholas raised a hand,
"This doesn't prove that we're in league with the RMI. You have no concrete evidence." Nicholas took the last sip of his wine as he carefully placed the glass cup on the side table. The gentle clink of the glass against the polished wood echoed through the tense silence that had fallen over the room. All eyes were fixed on him as he slowly rose from the leather sofa, surveying the room. Exchanging uneasy glances, the maids stood transfixed, their hearts pounding in anticipation of Nicholas's next words. Mr. Philips, Mr. Andre, and Ryan also stood at the ready, their postures betraying a hint of the tension that permeated the atmosphere. They knew they had no say in this, they just had to wait and watch. Nicholas took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on the trio of maids. "I can prove that you three are working for Malakai," he stated, his voice low and even. The room erupted in a cacophony of gasps and murmurs, all of them tr
Ryan dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope, handing it to Nicholas. Nicholas took the envelope, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the contents. As he finished reading, he looked up at Ryan, his expression unreadable. "Where exactly did you find this?" he asked, his voice calm and measured. "It was in a safe lock in Imran's room," Ryan replied, his tone resolute. The room erupted in a collective gasp, as all eyes turned to Imran, who had begun to tremble visibly. Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze piercing as he addressed the maid. "So, Imran, it seems you are the one working for the RMI, can you explain this letter to me? I don't really catch it," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Imran shook his head, his eyes glistening with tears. "No, no, you don't understand," he stammered, his voice quivering. "I never sent that letter to the RMI. It was just in the safe, I swear! I told them I can't do it. I didn't want
India stepped out of her room, her carefully made-up face masking the tiredness etched on her soul. Three sleepless nights had taken their toll, her worry for Alexander's recovery consuming her every waking moment. The doctor had to assure her that Alexander would be fine before she agreed to go home. India's grasped the doorknob, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open. It's another day to go check on Alexander, hoping he would finally be able to say a word to her. As the door opened fully, her eyes landed on the figure standing before her. Nimah stood there at the doorstep with a hesitant expression on her face, hands clasped tightly together in front of her. India's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing to piece together why Nimah would be waiting at her doorstep. "Nimah?" she questioned, a slight edge to her tone. "What are you doing here? What the hell? You scared me... How long have you been standing there?" Nimah swallowed hard, her gaz
Another round of shocked gasps filled the air, the family members trading bewildered glances. Leafer, Nimah's elder sister, rose from her seat as she narrowed her gaze, her finger pointing accusingly at Nimah. "Wait, which Nicholas are you talking about, Nee?" she demanded, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "Nicholas Loughty of the Royal group, or Nicholas, the manager of KMT markets?" Nimah chuckled, her expression nonchalant. "I'm actually referring to India's husband, Nicholas," she stated matter-of-factly. "He and I have been... intimate. And here I am, carrying his baby in my womb. A dream come true, if you ask me." The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked exclamations, the family members struggling to comprehend the Nimah's words. Xavier, his face flushed with a mix of anger and disbelief, rose from his seat again, his gaze fixed on Nimah. "Do you realize what you're saying, Nimah?" he questioned, his voice tight with barely contained fury.
India sat at the cafe table, her fingers drumming lightly against the smooth, wooden surface as she glanced down at her wristwatch. Ten minutes had passed since she'd arrived, and there was still no sign of Malakai. Tucking an errant strand of her dark hair behind her ear, India scanned the bustling cafe, her gaze settling on the entrance as Malakai's familiar car finally pulled up. Malakai alighted from the vehicle, slowly making his way across the crowded patio. India felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as he approached, and when they met, she welcomed him with a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you could make it," Malakai said, his voice soft, as they pulled apart. India's face was alight with a bright smile, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the world." She laughed. "Haha, well, thank you for coming in such a short notice," Malakai said again as he gestured to the empty chair across from her, "Please, have a seat my la