Bryan knew he had to comfort her, watching the tears glisten in her eyes, reflecting the pain she must be feeling deep inside. He reached out and gently took her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her touch. "I am sorry for always being like that," he murmured softly, his tone filled with sincerity and regret. "Maybe it's really difficult for me. I don't know if I am going to be the best man for you. I feel like I am going to fail in this aspect," he confessed, his voice tinged with self-doubt and vulnerability.He looked into her eyes, trying to convey his genuine emotions, searching for a way to console her and offer solace in a moment of uncertainty. Bryan realized the importance of expressing his feelings and showing his support for her, wanting her to know that he was there for her, despite his own internal struggles."You should at least try to do this with me. I know it's really difficult, why not give it a try, maybe it can work out?" she pleaded, the words hanging in the air
Lisa stood outside the door, her heart pounding in her chest, apprehension gnawing at her insides. With a sudden burst of courage, she swung the door open, the hinges creaking in protest. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over the figures of Sam and Jessica, peacefully slumbering in their beds. Relief washed over her, mingled with a twist of embarrassment. How could she have let a mere threat from Bryan affect her so profoundly?As she stood in the doorway, the weight of her fear lifting, Lisa felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Anger at herself for being so easily manipulated, confusion at her own vulnerability, and a touch of shame for allowing Bryan's words to infiltrate her sense of security. She shook her head, trying to dispel the remnants of fear that lingered within her.Taking a deep breath, Lisa closed her eyes briefly, willing herself to regain composure. She realized the power she had given to Bryan's threat was unwarranted, and a resolve began to build within
She hesitated for a moment, her heart heavy with the knowledge that waking Alora was futile. Despite her longing to try once more, she knew deep down that it was an impossible task. With a sigh, she took a deep breath and made her way out of the room, the weight of resignation settling upon her shoulders.As she navigated the familiar corridors of the house, she found herself drawn towards the kitchen section. The clinking of dishes and the comforting smells of home cooking beckoned her, offering a brief respite from the sadness that lingered in her heart. Bryan, the observant butler, caught sight of her as she made her way to the kitchen, a knowing smile playing on his lips.Upon entering the bustling kitchen, she made a swift decision. Summoning all the devoted butlers and diligent maids to her side, she knew that a plan needed to be set in motion. The somber atmosphere of the household had lingered for too long, and she was determined to bring a spark of life back into the grand es
"Why don't we check the CCTV camera, we shouldn't argue about this?" he suggested. Jessica was taken aback by his audacity. How could he propose such a ludicrous idea when they were the ones responsible for the situation in the first place? It seemed nonsensical that he would propose investigating the CCTV system when it would only incriminate them further. His suggestion added a layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere, leaving Jessica wondering if he truly believed his own words or if he was simply trying to divert attention away from their misdeeds."I think that's a better Idea," Grandma Creston said, her voice filled with certainty. Lisa nodded in agreement, and the two women made their way to the CCTV room. Jessica couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in her stomach. Was this Bryan's way of finally getting rid of her? She tried to catch Bryan's eye for reassurance, but he only smirked, sending a shiver down her spine. The tension in the room was palpable as th
One of the maids, a young woman with a timid demeanor, nervously shuffled out from the group. The elderly matriarch of the household, Grandma Creston, fixed her with a piercing gaze that seemed to demand an explanation. "What did you say?" the grandmother inquired, her voice heavy with concern.The maid hesitated, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. "I am sorry, Grandma," she finally whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "I did that out of anger. I have been casually mistreated by Ms. Lisa several times, and I thought that was the best way of getting back at her." Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening as they spilled down her cheeks, a silent testimony to the turmoil within her.As her confession hung in the air, a heavy silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the occasional sniffle from the maid. Grandma Creston's expression softened, her features reflecting a mixture of empathy and understanding. She slowly rose from her chair, a gesture of compassion,
As he reflected on the events of a few days prior, a sense of urgency washed over him. It was a typical day as he made his way down the hallway, the sounds of something smashing against the wall jolting him to attention. Curiosity and concern intertwined in his mind as he quickened his pace, the echoes of the impact resonating in the otherwise quiet space.In that unassuming moment, he discovered her, a figure of vulnerability amidst the chaos. The sight of her, blood visibly staining her clothes and a pained expression etched on her face, spurred him into action without a second thought. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, reaching out to offer his help in a gesture of compassion unbeknownst to many.Despite the urgency of the situation, his sense of responsibility compelled him to act decisively. Without sparing a moment, he swiftly transported her to the nearest hospital, his heart heavy with concern for her well-being. As the medical professionals tended to her injuries, he st
As the inspector spoke with a firm tone, the seriousness of the situation hung in the air like a heavy cloud. His voice echoed in the dimly lit room as he explained the reason for their presence. The report about hard drugs had put everyone on edge, and now, with the suspects in custody, justice needed to be served.Bryan's gaze shifted towards Elena, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and fear. The gravity of the inspector's words sank in, knowing the potential consequences that awaited those involved in such illegal activities. The tension in the room was palpable as the inspector and his crew prepared to take the necessary actions to ensure that justice was upheld.The harsh reality of the situation weighed heavily on everyone present. The inspector's words resonated with authority and determination, signaling a swift and decisive response to the unlawful activities that had been uncovered. It was clear that there would be no leniency for those involved, as the wheels of justice
Lisa’s voice trembled with anger as she glared at Grandma Creston, her words dripping with disdain. "You are despicable," she cried out, the accusation ringing through the room. Despite being her own granddaughter, Grandma Creston remained stoically composed, unwavering in her resolve to stand against wrongdoing. Her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness, a sense of disappointment in the situation unfolding before her. It was clear that she would not condone any actions that went against her moral compass, even if it meant facing the consequences of her decision to intervene. As Lisa's accusations hung in the air, the tension between them thickened, casting a shadow over their once-close relationship. The realization dawned on Lisa that her grandmother's unwavering sense of integrity was what truly defined their bond, even in moments of conflict and despair. And as Grandma Creston stood her ground, a silent sentinel in the face of darkness, Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for
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."