‘WHAT’s wrong with him?’ Cecile asked herself as she closed her eyes briefly, her forehead creasing as she massaged it.Despite her reservations, she knew she had no choice but to comply if she wanted Francis to leave.After a moment, she returned with a plate containing a delicious-looking sandwich, which she placed in front of him. Francis's smile widened as he eagerly picked up his utensils.Taking a bite, his expression immediately changed to one of disappointment. The taste didn't live up to his expectations.“Honestly, your dish sucks,” said Francis honestly, aware that this would likely be their final meeting. "I'm hesitant to drink the water, fearing you might poison me. Have a sip first."
JAKE didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared at August intently, intimidating him with his stern and cold expression. However, August didn’t falter; he remained calm as he stared back at Jake, not showing any kind of fear or nervousness within him."I've noticed you spending more time outside the mansion, even though you're already married," Jake uttered after a few seconds, his brows furrowing. “Should you focus your attention on my daughter now?”“She’s one of my main priorities, Father,” August replied in a polite yet cold tone. “Don’t worry, Father. I promise to take care of her,” he added, reassuring Jake.August didn’t lie, though. One of the reasons why he married Daphne was also to protect her. It was time for him to return the favor as Daphne did something to help him before, too.Jake didn’t speak. However, he couldn’t deny that he was shocked to hear the sincerity in August’s voice. Too bad, he didn’t care about Daphne at all. He only cared about controlling August u
HARVEY Johnson, CEO of Johnson Gamings. The side of August's lips rose as he saw the company's name.At the same time, he wondered why Harvey still took the opportunity to have a meeting with him despite his anger. It fueled his curiosity as his gaze went darker while staring at the paper.“He has an idea that I’m the CEO in charge since Father was resting, right?” August asked as his brows furrowed.“Who?” Sapphire raised a brow.“Harvey,” August replied in a low tone. He was getting lost in his thoughts already.“Of course, he has.” Sapphire nodded. “He’s aware of the news inside our family. He is a part of it, after all.”August tilted his head and clicked his tongue. “And that’s what makes it strange… He hated me to the core.”August placed the schedule on his table as his other hand caressed his chin. With Harvey’s attitude, August knew that he would rather choose to die than work with him at all costs.He knew that Harvey may have been scheming a plan against him, but he wouldn’
“I’LL think about this for a while, and I’ll ask Sapphire to call you afterward,” were the words August whispered as he patted Harvey’s right shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll make my thinking quick.”August stood up properly and glanced at Sapphire. “Let’s go.”“Yes, sir,” Sapphire replied as she fixed the documents and her things. She also listed the minutes of the meeting so August would just need to scan it later while weighing the consequences of his decision.As August and Sapphire were about to go out, Harvey caught up to them as he held August on his wrist. Harvey turned August around and his hands traveled onto his collar, pulling August near him.“What the fuck, Augustus? What do you mean, you’re going to call me?” Harvey asked with disdain, shock, and anger at the same time.During the time he had been meeting with various companies, he only experienced this now. No one dared to make him wait, especially since all his partners and subsidiaries knew how powerful he was as a memb
SUDDENLY, a gust of wind swept across his right side, prompting August to swiftly redirect his attention, aiming his arrow in that direction. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice resonating with commanding authority. "What do you want from me?" August added to inquire, seeking answers from the mysterious presence.The silence answered August, followed by the wind stopping, causing the deafening silence to take over the garden. However, despite his calmness, August never changed his stance. He had learned not to place blind trust in anyone, including himself.Seconds passed until one person appeared in front of him, confirming his suspicion of being observed.“Who…” August was about to speak, but as he thought that there was only one person in the same place as him, another person came out, shattering his assumptions.“Stephen? Raquel?” August called them with confusion in his tone. “What are you two doing here? Are you assigned to monitor the mansion at this hour?”“I am,” answered
FEELING astounded, August wasn't able to answer immediately. Daphne's questions lingered in his mind… and the fact that her argument about the arson made sense.‘The drugs involved in the case could be a facade since the police can wrap up the case as fast and smoothly as they could if the perpetrator was intoxicated on drugs,’ August thought.His gaze on the floor went darker as he felt like there was another puzzle piece in his head that he connected for now. However, he didn't want to be complacent.“I'll dig deeper through it,” August said firmly as he stood up.He placed the document in his suitcase. He would never leave something important in the company as the thing he always watched in the movies could happen.Someone could rummage through his room and take the crucial evidence. He was too fond of those soap operas to let the same thing happen to him.“Thank you for this, Daphne. This will be a huge help for me,” said August, a genuine smile forming on his face. “Anyway, are y
“DRUGS? That’s ridiculous!” the woman answered, her voice was louder than before. “He’s an alcohol addict, but not on drugs. As much as I remember, he hated drugs and his son’s life was almost ruined because of that.”“Why?” August asked, his curiosity was intensifying as the time passed by. He didn’t know about that news, and neither it was written on the document Daphne gave him.The old woman didn’t answer him. Instead, he gazed at August with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “Why do you ask? And why does Mill seem to hold such a profound interest for you?”She narrowed her eyes, her gaze not leaving August. August, on the other hand, shook his head and decided not to push himself into asking anymore, or else the old woman would raise her suspicions.“It’s nothing. He was… a friend,” August said in a low tone, wondering why it was the alibi that came out of his mouth.And with those final words, he bid the convenience store farewell, leaving behind an air of unresolved emotions.
AUGUST furrowed his brow, his anticipation evident. He waited for George's explanation. "The Wellington Corporation," George declared. "Your father warned me not to get involved, and I strongly advise you to heed the same advice." "Why?" August's voice grew dark, mirroring the intensity in his gaze. "That family has inflicted so much pain upon us... upon me..." "Do you know why Charles couldn't confront them directly, even though he was capable?" George asked, swirling his glass of beer in a clockwise motion. "Why?" August inquired, his eyes fixed on George. "Because they aren't easy opponents to face,” George warned. His words carried a weight of caution and concern. “The Remington family may be superior to the Wellington Corporation, but your father was extra careful with that family for that reason, so you better be careful.” The silence enveloped them, weighing heavily on August's heart as he struggled to absorb the message George yearned to convey. He only knew one thing f