As days drifted by, the weight of uncertainty hung heavy over Bryan's shoulders. With President Asher having already departed the country, the news delivered by the attending doctor painted a grim picture—there seemed to be little hope of survival. Mentally braced for the worst, Bryan had steeled himself for the possibility of returning as a mere memory. The stark words of the doctor had left him devoid of optimism, signaling that without a miraculous turn of events, the odds of overcoming the dire prognosis were slim at best. The shadow of impending tragedy loomed ominously over Bryan's thoughts, his future shrouded in a veil of uncertainty as he grappled with the harsh reality of his circumstances.As Bryan found himself with some spare time on his hands, he pondered his next course of action. Curiosity tugged at him—should he pay a visit to Betty in her office? Aware of the responsibilities that came with her new role as president, he imagined she must be buried in work and meeting
Bryan exited Betty's office, his mind focused on addressing the company's underhanded tactics that sought to tarnish their reputation. He was grateful for Betty's competence in uncovering the scheme. Determined to address the matter swiftly, Bryan dialed the CEO of the company to arrange a meeting. Simultaneously, he summoned Lisa, who had referred the company to theirs, recognizing her crucial involvement in the situation. The CEO and his secretary were already waiting in the hall as Bryan made his way there, ready to confront the issues at hand and ensure that justice was served.As Bryan and Betty entered the hall upon receiving the notice about the CEO's arrival, they were met by the presence of the CEO of the House of Fashion along with his Personal Assistant. Anna and Lisa followed suit, entering the room with a sense of anticipation as they all took their seats.Bryan broke the silence by clearing his throat and getting straight to the heart of the matter. "Why did your compan
Lisa's expression turned cold and calculating, her mind racing with the unexpected twist. She had thought she had everything under control, but now her plan was unraveling. Sam's question only added to her frustration, and she felt a surge of anger towards him for even asking."What am I going to do now?" she repeated, her voice low and menacing, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll find a way to fix this. I'll make sure Bryan doesn't ruin everything I've worked for. I'll make sure those shareholders see him for the incompetent fool he is. And I'll make sure I come out on top, no matter what it takes."She paced back and forth in front of Sam, her heels clicking on the floor, her mind racing with possibilities. She had thought she had the perfect plan - launch the product, manipulate Jerrie into challenging Bryan, and then use their feud to her advantage. But now, with Bryan aware of her scheme, everything was falling apart.She stopped pacing and t
Bryan had already confided in Betty about the anonymous message he received, and she offered to accompany him to investigate. So, Bryan drove through the city until they arrived at the location indicated in the message. As they stepped out of the car, they were struck by the seedy environment. The area looked run-down and unsafe, and they instinctively went on high alert, ready for anything."Let's be cautious," Bryan said to Betty, his eyes scanning the surroundings."Absolutely," Betty agreed, her hand on her phone, ready to call for help if needed.Together, they approached the dilapidated building, their senses on high alert, prepared to face whatever lay ahead.Bryan dialed the number from the mysterious message, and to his surprise, the person answered on the first ring. "I can see you from where I am," the masculine voice said. "Just wait where you are. I'll come to you."Bryan's eyes narrowed, trying to pinpoint their location. "Who's with you?" the voice asked, and Bryan glan
Bryan felt as though the ground had shifted beneath his feet when the shocking revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. The news that Sam wasn't his brother but had been pregnant even before drugging his father sent his mind reeling. Accusing him of a pregnancy that wasn't his doing added insult to injury.As he tried to wrap his head around the truth, a sense of disbelief and confusion washed over him like a tidal wave. His heart raced as he grappled with the implications of what he had just learned. The weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders, leaving him speechless and unsure of what to do next.After a moment of stunned silence, Bryan managed to find his voice. "Thank you for sharing that information with me," he said, the words feeling foreign on his lips. "It's going to take some time to process all of this."The man who had delivered the unexpected news nodded solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "I appreciate your time and understanding," he r
Bryan scoffed, a hint of playful banter in his expression, as he attempted to catch Betty's gaze. However, Betty averted her eyes, choosing to look out the window instead."What are you looking through the window for? Isn't it better to gaze upon me? I am a sweet sight to behold," Bryan quipped, a touch of pride evident in his tone as he teased her gently. The playful exchange of words added a light-hearted dynamic to the moment, mingling with the unspoken emotions that lingered beneath the surface.In response to Betty's words, Bryan chuckled softly, a mix of understanding and reassurance in his expression. Sensing Betty's apprehension, he reached out with his right hand to gently take hers, a gesture of comfort and connection as he continued driving with his left hand. The touch of their hands conveyed a silent message of trust and support, bridging the gap between them in a moment of shared vulnerability and understanding.As he steered the car with practiced ease, his gaze never l
Bryan's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he addressed Sam, his tone careful to avoid any hint of anger. “Sam, who told you we aren't planning for your marriage. Don't we have the right to discuss it again, especially now that you're about to be married?” he asked, trying to maintain his composure.Sam's response was sharp and biting. Her words lashed out with an edge of irritation. “The fact that you're always the first to speak is incredibly annoying. Do you always have to be the one talking? Can't you be silent when necessary?” she retorted. Bryan’s reaction was a mixture of disbelief and indignation as he scoffed at her dismissive words.As Bryan's temper flared, his words carried a warning tone as he confronted the young man. "Young man, watch your manners. I am older than you and in a superior position, do you understand?" he charged, his voice firm and commanding.The young man, unphased by Bryan's authority, responded defiantly. “Superior, my foot. Let me correct you.
Lisa maintained a stern demeanor as she refused to engage in argument. "I won't argue with you. Instead, I'll get straight to the point," she stated firmly, redirecting the conversation. Without further preamble, she pointed to the card she received from the office, her expression inscrutable.Bryan feigned innocence as he attempted to playfully retrieve the card. "Oh, did someone send you a card? Why are you showing it to me?" he asked with a smile, reaching for the card. However, Lisa swiftly withdrew her hand, a sense of determination in her actions.Lisa's confusion was evident as she sought clarification. "What are you talking about? Didn't you send the card?" she inquired, her tone filled with uncertainty. Bryan's sarcastic chuckle hinted at a playful exchange as he responded, "Oh, did you think I sent that? You're unbelievable. Why would I want to send you a card?"The question lingered in the air as Lisa pondered aloud, "Who could have sent this?" Her bewilderment echoed amids