The following morning, Evan was awakened by the persistent ringing of his phone as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains. Seeing that it was Marga calling, he answered."Good morning, Mr. Winston," Marga greeted him cheerfully. "I hope you had a good night's sleep."Evan stifled a yawn. "Morning, Marga. What's on the schedule for today?""You have a meeting set for 10:00 AM at Yellow Creek Resort to discuss the new spa facility development," Marga informed him."The architects and contractors will be there."Evan's brow furrowed slightly. He had been preoccupied with his grandfather's murder case. However, he knew that his business responsibilities, which were his grandfather's legacy, also required his attention."Okay. I'll be there."Evan replied.Evan ended the call, got up from his bed, and made his way to the window. The burden of his grandfather's case weighed heavily on him, yet he knew he couldn't ignore his work duties. He quickly showered, adjusted his suit i
As Evan entered his room, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. Determined to take action, he swiftly grabbed his phone and dialed the number of the resort manager, demanding to speak with him right away."Good day, Mr. Winston," the manager answered, his voice laced with surprise."How may I assist you?""I am calling to terminate our contract with Alabama Supplies, owned by Mr. Leo Carter," Evan stated icily."Effective immediately.""But Mr. Winston," the manager protested, "Alabama Supplies has been our main wine supplier for years. We have never encountered any issues with them.""I couldn't care less," Evan replied curtly."Just do what i said!""Well, I'm not certain if I can simply cancel our contract like that," the manager hesitated."We have a legally binding agreement.""You should and you will," Evan asserted firmly."Or else, I will find someone else who can replace you," he threatened.The manager let out a sigh. "Alright, Mr. Winston. I will prepare the ter
As Andrea managed to convince Leo to leave, they walked out of the restaurant together. Leo couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment washing over him, and he noticed Evan's smirk from the corner of his eye. It was a playful expression, but to Leo, it felt like a direct hit to his wounded pride."You're here, bastard!'Leo raised his voice."What's funny?" Leo snapped, his voice filled with anger.Evan's smirk grew wider. "Oh, nothing much. Just the sight of a grown man throwing a tantrum in a restaurant.""I'm not throwing a tantrum!" Leo protested, his face turning red with frustration."Of course not," Evan replied sarcastically."You're just a mature, responsible adult who can't handle a little criticism."Andrea, who had been silently simmering with anger, couldn't stay quiet any longer."Leave us alone, Evan. He's upset.""Upset?" Evan repeated, his voice dripping with amusement."I'd say he's more than just upset, he's humiliated."Leo's fists clenched tightly. "You're quit
Mr. Jones paused briefly before responding, “I'll check if he's free.” Meanwhile, across town, Evan was in a business meeting with Marga. As the meeting wrapped up, Evan's phone rang. It was Mr. Jones. “Mr. Winston,” Mr. Jones whispered, “Mr. Carter is here and he wants to talk to you.” Evan's jaw clenched. “Let him know I'm not available,” he said sharply. Mr. Jones sounded desperate. “But Mr. Winston, he's insistent on speaking with you. It's regarding the ongoing issue with his company.” Evan remained firm. “Mr. Jones, I've made it clear I don't want to talk with him. I have no interest in his words. Deal with it yourself.” With that, Evan hung up and refocused on the meeting. Marga, who had observed the interaction, couldn't help but wonder about the situation between Evan and Mr. Jones. As the meeting concluded, Evan and Marga navigated their way through the bustling mall. Suddenly, Evan's phone rang once more. It was Mr. Jones, sounding even more urgent than before. “Mr
Evan gently reached for the necklace, his fingers lightly brushing against Marga's as he secured it around her neck. A mix of excitement and apprehension filled her heart as she realized the significance behind his gesture. After bidding farewell to Mrs. Sanchez, Evan and Marga left the store, their steps carrying them away from the prying eyes of the sales staff."Thank you" Marga whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the soft murmurs.As they said their goodbyes to Mrs. Sanchez and stepped out of the jewelry store, Marga couldn't contain her curiosity. "Sir," she spoke up.Evan looked at her coldly before she continued."Why did you give me this?" she asked, her eyes searching for answers in Evan's gaze.Evan spoke honestly, "Don't misunderstand. It's all part of a show, Marga."Marga's eyebrows raised slightly. "A show, sir?""Indeed," Evan replied, his voice low and intense."Mrs. Sanchez has always believed that I am a poor and worthless husband during my marriage to her dau
Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez exchanged a quick, furtive glance, their minds racing to find a believable explanation for their daughter's absence."Oh, Leo, we were just...discussing the unusual weather. It's been so unpredictable lately,"Mr. Sanchez stumbled.Mrs. Sanchez nodded softly, her voice barely audible, "Yes, the weather has been quite erratic."Leo's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. "Really? Well, if you're sure, then I'll go."Leo entered the bedroom and discovered Andrea applying makeup at the vanity mirror."Andrea," Leo called out, "we need to talk now."Andrea paused, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's the matter, Leo?""I overheard your parents talking about me," Leo said, his voice filled with emotion."And it wasn't positive."Andrea's eyes widened. "That can't be true. They adore you a lot.""I heard them," Leo insisted. "They regret choosing me as their son-in-law."Andrea's face grew pale. "No, that's i
Evan's gaze remained unwavering as he locked eyes with Marga. "Long enough to hear about your gossip regarding the necklace, Marga."Marga stumbled over her words, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "I-I apologize, Sir. I didn't mean—""Enough," Evan interrupted, his tone sharp. "I didn't come here to discuss personal matters. I need to speak with you privately."Marga nodded, a mixture of apprehension and remorse evident on her face. She motioned towards her coworker. "Emily, could you please excuse us for a moment please?""Of course, Marga. I apologize, sir. I'll leave now," Emily replied, casting a curious glance at Evan before refocusing on her tasks.Evan led the way to a nearby conference room, his mind still processing the revelation of Marga's conversation. Once inside, he turned to face her, his features tense with anticipation."What was that all about, Marga?" he demanded, his voice low and controlled.Marga shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, her earlier con
"What is it, Boss?" Elias asked, his voice calm and composed."I need you to arrange a meeting with Mr. San Fuente," Evan instructed firmly.Elias paused, taking a moment to fully grasp the seriousness of Evan's request."Why, boss?" he inquired."I want you to offer him a huge amount of money again. I heard his company is facing bankruptcy," Evan replied resolutely."Okay, Boss. So how much should we offer him?" Elias questioned."Leave it to me," he smirked. "What do you mean, Boss?" Elias asked, his confusion evident."There's a plot twist," Evan responded. "I am the one who will meet him. I will now reveal my identity to him," he declared. "I know he'll be shocked to learn that I'm the one who's been lending him money all this time," he added.Meanwhile, Mr. San Fuente sat in his cluttered office, the dim light from his computer screen illuminating the papers scattered across his desk. He rubbed his weary eyes and let out a heavy sigh, feeling the immense burden weighing him do