Chapter 41"Aish, how dare he lay his foolish hands on me? That imbecile has crossed a line," Sam shouted angrily, his face flushed with anger and frustration. His emotions were running high, and he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of such disrespect.As Sam seethed in anger, Lisa, always calculating and one step ahead, approached him and lightly tapped his back, attempting to soothe his intense emotions. Her motives, though masked by a gesture of support, seemed to be driven by ulterior motives."He's biting off more than he can chew," Lisa whispered, her voice dripping with calculated assurance. "Don't let this shake you. We need to handle this situation strategically. Our main goal is to win over the shareholders and secure our positions. Focus on that. Oh, and make sure not to get into any fights with Jessica just yet," she advised, her words laced with a hint of scheming intent. It became clear that Lisa had her own agenda at play, using this chaotic situation to f
Chapter 41"Aish, how dare he lay his foolish hands on me? That imbecile has crossed a line," Sam shouted angrily, his face flushed with anger and frustration. His emotions were running high, and he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of such disrespect.As Sam seethed in anger, Lisa, always calculating and one step ahead, approached him and lightly tapped his back, attempting to soothe his intense emotions. Her motives, though masked by a gesture of support, seemed to be driven by ulterior motives."He's biting off more than he can chew," Lisa whispered, her voice dripping with calculated assurance. "Don't let this shake you. We need to handle this situation strategically. Our main goal is to win over the shareholders and secure our positions. Focus on that. Oh, and make sure not to get into any fights with Jessica just yet," she advised, her words laced with a hint of scheming intent. It became clear that Lisa had her own agenda at play, using this chaotic situation to f
Chapter 42Charles approached Lisa's sleek, black car, and opened the door, climbing in without hesitation. Lisa, already seated behind the steering wheel, looked up at Charles with an air of authority. Leaning forward, she demanded, "Where's it?" Her tone suggested impatience, not leaving space for pleasantries. In response, Charles reached into his briefcase and retrieved a document, handing it over to Lisa. She swiftly accepted it, her focus laser sharp as she opened it and began scanning its contents. As she finished, she acknowledged Charles with a curt nod. "Good job, thank you for this," she muttered, slipping the document into her bag. Pulling out an envelope, Lisa passed it to Charles. Without a hint of warmth, she stated matter-of-factly, "That's your balance." Her words hinted at future dealings, as she ominously added, "I will call you soon for something else." With that, Charles received the envelope and silently exited the car.As Lisa's vehicle sped away, a mischievou
Chapter 43Bryan sat at his desk in his dimly lit office, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. The room had an air of tension, thick with the apprehension that had been lingering since yesterday. Betty, his colleague and friend, had been acting unusually nervous, and Bryan couldn't shake the curious curiosity that clawed at him. In a bid to find solace, he had shared his concerns with his therapist, hoping for some clarity and guidance.As his fingers hovered over the phone to call Betty and dig deeper into the enigma, a sharp knock resonated through the stillness of the office. Bryan turned his gaze towards the door, his heart pounding in anticipation. With a sigh, he allowed the intruder to enter, wondering who would dare disrupt his contemplation.To his utter surprise, Jessica - an acquaintance he knew all too well - stepped into his office, her presence instantly igniting a flicker of annoyance within him. Bryan stood up abruptly, his face a mask of anger and disbelief."What a
Chapter 44Bryan fell into silence for several minutes, his contemplation evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice tinged with skepticism. "I am in, that's if I can trust you," he said in a dismissive tone.Recognizing the need to gain his trust, Jessica was quick to assign him a task. Her demeanor turned serious as she spoke. "What will you have me do? Mentioned, and I will look into it," she said, her voice carrying a weight of determination.Bryan paused momentarily, gathering his thoughts. "There's something I've been trying to figure out," he began, his voice lowered. "Lisa has been suspiciously withdrawing money from the company and eliminating all traces of evidence. I need your help to uncover the truth."As he finished speaking, Bryan extended his hand in a gesture of collaboration. With a hint of a dismissive smirk, Jessica shook hands with him, acknowledging the challenge ahead."Consider it done," Jessica replied confidently,
Chapter 45 Feeling both puzzled and frustrated by his misunderstanding, Betty was taken aback by his suggestion that she needed therapy. Her heart raced with a mix of emotions as she struggled to convey her true feelings to him. "I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. There's no need for therapy," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. His confident smirk only added to her bewilderment. As he persisted, offering to cover the cost of therapy, Betty found herself at a loss for words. Inwardly, she couldn't help but question his perception of her emotional state. Was he truly oblivious to the depth of her feelings for him? Unable to contain her inner monologue, Betty muttered under her breath, unaware that her words carried further than intended. "Why does he think I need therapy? Is he incapable of seeing the love in my eyes? How can he confuse romantic affection with a need for professional help?" The questions swirled in her mind, a jumble
Chapter 46As Bryan and President Asher exited the car, a swarm of reporters rushed towards them, bombarding them with questions. President Asher swiftly positioned himself between the reporters and Bryan, creating a barrier. "Mr. Bryan Creston, are you here for the release of Mr. Wyatt Wesley or what?" one reporter inquired, prompting Bryan to decisively grab the microphone from one of themThe man stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he addressed the group before him. "Is it really necessary for all of you to create chaos in your everyday lives?" he questioned, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "As journalists, must you document every detail, every nuance in your articles?"A sense of defiance filled the room as he continued, his words laced with a mix of determination and weariness. "I know that soon I will be on the internet for all to see, but I couldn't care less. No one can drag me down, for I have already been dragged through the mud my entire life," he declared confidently.
Chapter 47The man attempted to offer an explanation, his words carrying a hint of defensiveness as he sought to justify his actions. "You know all that was said in the heat of the moment," he began, his tone attempting to downplay the gravity of his previous statements. "I said those things to spur you on, to push you to excel. If I hadn't guided you with a firm hand, how could you have become the leader you are today?" His words were laced with a sense of self-assurance, a subtle pride in his own methods and a lack of remorse for the impact they may have had.Despite his attempts at persuasion, the underlying lack of empathy in his tone was unmistakable, his pride overshadowing any semblance of genuine regret. The room hung heavy with unresolved tension, the unspoken expectations and unaddressed grievances lingering between the two figures as they navigated the delicate balance of power and personal dynamics.The room fell into a tense silence as President Asher interjected, his aut
EpilogueThe sun shone brightly on the beautiful summer day, casting a warm glow over the lush gardens. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds.Bryan and Betty stood at one altar, while Sam and Jessica stood at another, both couples surrounded by their friends and family. The atmosphere was filled with joy and happiness, celebrating the union of two couples meant to be together.As the ceremony began, the two couples exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other, through thick and thin, till death do them part. Bryan and Betty's eyes locked on each other, filled with love and adoration, while Sam and Jessica's faces beamed with happiness.As they sealed their unions with a kiss, the gathered guests erupted in cheers and applause. The room was filled with laughter, tears, and joy, as the two couples were pronounced husband and wife.The reception was a grand affair, with fine food, wine, and music. The four newlyweds danced
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, the Creston mansion came alive with the buzz of excitement. Shareholders and employees of M&C arrived in droves, eager to celebrate the latest deal that had sent shockwaves through the industry. The air was electric with anticipation, as the sound of laughter and chatter filled the opulent halls.Bryan, Betty, and the rest of the team worked tirelessly to ensure that every guest felt welcome and comfortable. They mingled effortlessly, offering warm smiles and refreshments as they went. The atmosphere was one of jubilation, with everyone eager to bask in the glory of their recent success.The mansion's grand ballroom was transformed into a vibrant hub of activity, with a live band playing upbeat music and a lavish buffet spread that seemed to stretch on forever. Guests mingled and danced, their faces aglow with joy and excitement. The room was a kaleidoscope of color, with sparkling glasses and shimmering dresses adding to the festive atmosp
Days turned into weeks, and Bryan continued to gain the upper hand, consistently staying one step ahead of Lisa. She was baffled, wondering how he seemed to anticipate her every move. It was as if he had inside information, knowing her plans before she even executed them.Lisa's frustration turned to suspicion, and she began to wonder if Bryan had a mole feeding him information. She called her personal assistant, Rachel, into her office, her mind racing with questions."Rachel, I need to ask you something," Lisa said, her voice low and serious. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Anyone suspicious lurking around or asking questions?"Rachel looked puzzled, "Unusual? Like what, ma'am?"Lisa leaned in, her eyes locked on Rachel's. "Someone who might be feeding information to Bryan. I can't shake the feeling that he's getting inside help."Rachel's expression changed from confusion to concern. "I haven't noticed anything, ma'am. But I can keep an eye out and ask around discreetly.
Lisa stood confidently in the conference room, her voice persuasive as she addressed the shareholders. "I am the clear choice for chairman. Let's be realistic, Bryan has been absent for a significant amount of time, and I've been the one holding the fort, ensuring the company's success. Yet, you still question my ability? How much more do I need to prove myself?"The room fell silent,the shareholders exchanging skeptical glances. Some nodded in agreement, while others seemed unconvinced. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight of their decision. Lisa's determination was evident, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity as she awaited their response.The shareholders' gazes darted around the room, their eyes locking onto one another in a silent debate. Some seemed to be reevaluating their stance, while others appeared resolute in their opposition. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.The air was electric with tens
Alora's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with skepticism. "So you're just saying that to tell me it's not good, it's not actually your first time, right?" she asked, her tone implying disbelief.Bryan's scoff was dismissive, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "I haven't smoked once. Even though I grew up around people who smoke, I never tried it. I don't hate smokers, but I correct them and advise them to quit if I can. There's no gain in smoking, it only causes harm to the body," he explained, his voice patient and matter-of-fact.Alora's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes softening slightly. "You're being such a calm man. England must have changed you," she said, her tone tinged with a hint of surprise.Bryan's scoff was wry, his eyes glinting with a hint of sadness. "I have always been the same, you're just not seeing it because all you've ever had towards me is hatred," he said, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.The conversation was a dance of misunderstandings and prec
Jessica's voice was laced with disdain. "It's good she left. That woman is the worst being I have ever come across," she said, her eyes rolling.Bryan's scoff was dismissive. "Her game will be up soon. We have to bring her down anyway we can," he said, his eyes gleaming with determination.Sam's nod was emphatic, his eyes bitter. "I regret ever having someone like her as a mother," he said, his voice laced with pain, his lower lip trembling.Bryan stood up, his expression resolute. "I think I have to go. I need to do something very important," he said, his eyes scanning the room before exiting.As he walked out to the balcony, the smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, surprising him. He turned to see Alora, her slender fingers holding a cigarette, her eyes gazing out at the horizon. Bryan's eyes widened in disbelief - Alora, smoking? It seemed like a taboo, a girl like her indulging in such a habit. He hadn't thought she'd sunk so low.The balcony was dimly lit, the only so
Sam's eyes locked onto Jessica's, his gaze filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "Yeah, I remember now. Bryan is my brother, right?" he asked, his voice hesitant.Jessica's smile was reassuring, her eyes shining with warmth. "That's right, Sam! You're remembering! Bryan is your brother, and he's been worried sick about you," she said, her voice encouraging.Sam's face scrunched up in concentration, his eyes squinting as he tried to recall more memories. "And...and what happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.Jessica's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with compassion. "You've been through a lot, Sam. You were in an accident, and you've been struggling with memory loss and addiction. But we're here to support you, and we'll get through this together," she said, her voice gentle.As she spoke, Jessica reached out and took Sam's hand, her touch warm and comforting. Sam's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with a
As Bryan and his family entered their home, they were met with an unexpected scene. Lisa, was seated in the living room, surrounded by several shareholders. The atmosphere was tense, with papers and laptops scattered across the coffee table.Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his gaze fixed on Lisa.Lisa's expression was calm, but her eyes flickered with a hint of defiance. "I think we should stop here," she said, addressing the shareholders. "I hope I am clear?"The shareholders nodded, gathering their belongings as they prepared to leave. Bryan's eyes never left Lisa's face, his anger simmering just below the surface.As the shareholders filed out of the room, Bryan stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. "I don't know what you all are discussing, but I know one thing - my home is not a place for your meetings. And as for you," he turned to Lisa, his eyes blazing with intensity, "what did you think you're doing bringing the shareholders
Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "So, when are you returning to Korea?"Ryan scoffed, a hint of defiance in his tone. "I'm actually enjoying the atmosphere in England, and maybe I might be going back tomorrow. I'm working on some business, and I need to be there."As he spoke, he puffed out a ring of smoke, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Bryan's gaze shifted to the cigarette, his expression disapproving. "When are you going to stop smoking?" he demanded, his voice laced with concern.Ryan scoffed again, a hint of rebellion in his eyes. "I've always used this to keep myself busy, and I don't think I'll be leaving it soon." The smoke curled around his face, a symbol of his independence and stubbornness. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable as they locked eyes, each waiting for the other to back down."I think this is what Alicia love, such a rascal life. I am back in your life now, and your will have to stop soon since I am back in your life."