Bryan couldn't believe his Grandma just asked him to go; he never expected her to be this mad. “I am sorry,” he apologized and made his way out.As he walked through the hallway, he tried to think in Grandma Creston's way. Looking into this, she has committed a crime by involving in something illegal. She has to get punished for that. Not at some point, he felt she needed to face the consequences of her actions.Bryan couldn't believe his Grandma just asked him to go; he never expected her to be this mad. “I am sorry,” he apologized and made his way out. Maybe this would let her mother know the true meaning of family. She can't always want something and is not ready to give any.As he walked through the hallway, his thoughts were consumed by the emotional turmoil of the situation. He pondered the complexities of family dynamics and the repercussions of his grandmother's actions. Deep down, he felt a sense of responsibility to uphold justice, even if it meant confronting his own flesh
Detective George was lost in thought, his mind momentarily transported to a reality where his companion was physically present beside him. He caught himself, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips as he spoke into the phone, "You are truly unique. In a position of power like yours, most would have already summoned all the top officials to contain this situation, whisked their loved ones away to safety abroad, and left the average citizens to face the fallout alone." Detective George's voice trailed off, his admiration evident in his words.The speaker’s voice was tinged with disappointment, reflecting on the inequity that plagues society. "It's a harsh reality for the less fortunate," he mused, a hint of resignation in his words. "Our societal norms are in disarray, where only the wealthy seem to thrive, leaving integrity in short supply. I refuse to be complicit in this unjust system. I suggest you proceed as you see fit. I will ensure she is represented by a competent at
Detective George emerged from the office, his eyes fixed on Lisa, who was causing a commotion outside. Her voice was raised in a mix of anger, desperation, and frustration, her words tumbling out in a torrent as she gesticulated wildly with her hands, her fingers trembling with anxiety. As he approached her, she rushed towards him, her eyes blazing with intensity, her pupils dilated with worry."How can you claim you haven't been informed about this, Detective George?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the station, her tone accusatory and urgent. "Why have you been ignoring my calls? Don't you know you're supposed to contact me immediately to discuss the situation? My daughter is missing, and every minute counts! Every second that passes is a lifetime for me!"Detective George took a deep breath, his expression calm and composed, a stark contrast to Lisa's agitation. "Mrs Lisa, please calm down," he said, his voice soothing and gentle, like a summer breeze on a hot day. "Let's
"Are we still discussing this, Mrs. Creston?" he asked, his tone firm but measured, his eyes locked on hers with a hint of exasperation. "I think we've said enough. Let's not forget, I don't owe you anything. Your husband, Mr. Creston was kind enough to help me in my time of need, but this is a professional matter, and we shouldn't mix the two." He paused, his voice taking on a slightly sharper edge. "You seem to have forgotten that life is about give-and-take,” Lisa uttered.“, Mrs. Creston. You can't take something you didn't give. Your husband has been there for me, and I appreciate that. But you can't expect me to do something that goes against my principles just because you're asking me to."Her eyes flashed with despair, her tone dripping with contempt. "Stop putting me in a difficult position, be considerate for once," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm not saying I won't help, but let's do what's right in the right way. I can't always do what's right in the wr
Lisa stormed through the front door, her face flushed with anger and frustration. Despite her best efforts, she had been unable to secure her daughter's release, and the disappointment weighed heavily on her. President Asher, who happened to be passing by, noticed her distressed state and approached her cautiously."Hey Lisa," he called out, his voice tinged with concern. "Why are you trying to cause a scene now?" Lisa's eyes flashed with a mixture of hurt and indignation as she turned to face him, her temper rising at the accusation.Lisa's voice cracked with emotion as she railed against the injustice she felt. "In this drama, what type of family abandons their own family? How can my little Alora sleep in that cell?" She fought to regain her composure, her hands trembling with a mix of anger and fear. President Asher, seemingly unaffected by her distress, let out a chuckle that only served to stoke the fire in Lisa's eyes."So, this is Karma paying you a visit," President Asher rema
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