IN an instant, Harvey's breath caught in his throat. The tendrils of terror gripped his body, paralyzing him as he stood frozen, acutely aware of the gun aimed at his back.A voice, distinctly female, reached his ears. It was slightly familiar and he knew that he heard that somewhere before. Harvey strained to recall where he had heard that voice before, but his memory failed him."Who are you?" Harvey managed to ask, his voice trembling, hoping to divert the woman's attention momentarily and seize control of the situation by turning around and disarming her.Yet, the woman remained one step ahead, sensing Harvey's intentions. She fixed her stance and ominously cocked the .45 caliber gun she held. The sound reverberated through the silent room, intensifying Harvey's fear."Don't even think about doing anything foolish. Who knows if I'll squeeze the trigger and end you right here?" The woman's words dripped with a chilling and menacing tone. "Why are you here?"The person behind him po
AT FIRST, Daphne wasn’t able to understand what August was talking about, but as soon as the Wellington Corporation’s rural sank into her mind, her eyes widened in shock.“You’re planning to acquire that?” Daphne asked, still the shock was evident in her tone. “Did sir Charles know about this?”“Not yet,” August answered as the side of his lips rose. “I’m still processing the proposal about the acquisition, but I really have plans on why I wanted to buy that hospital—Not just my personal agenda.”Daphne didn’t answer. Instead, she stared at August intently as she tried to decipher what he was thinking. However, when August looked back at her and gave her the same intensity of the stare she was giving, she awkwardly moved her gaze away and cleared her throat.“Anyway, you should call him Father, Daphne. You’re his daughter-in-law,” August scolded her in a gentle tone.“Yeah…” Daphne replied awkwardly as she bowed her head and scratched her neck. She didn’t want August to see her face r
WESLEY's smile reflected on his face as August watched closely. The seemingly genuine expression couldn't deceive August, who understood the true emotions concealed behind the facade. August needed to be extra careful with Wesley at all costs.Despite the risks involved, August found himself sitting across from Wesley Wellington, ready to present his idea of making the rural hospital the Remington Corporation’s subsidiary.Alternatively, he was prepared to acquire it entirely, believing that a skillful negotiation with Wesley could secure it at a fair price. ‘Negotiating the price of the hospital would be easier on the head of the fish than its tail,’ said August at the back of his mind as he thought about Wesley and Francis, respectively."Please have a seat, Sir," August gestured towards the table, extending an invitation."Thank you, child," Wesley acknowledged, his bodyguard ensuring his comfort by pulling out the chair. Positioned discreetly nearby, the bodyguard maintained a
“WHY are you here?” Wesley asked, curiosity etched on his face as he gazed at his son, bewildered by the anger that consumed him. "Do you have any reason to be here as well?" he inquired further.Francis hesitated before responding, fearing that his words might inflict pain upon his father. He needed to collect his thoughts and regain composure, though his actions alone raised Wesley's eyebrow in suspicion."If not, you should leave," Wesley asserted authoritatively."Dad, I have no business being here," Francis replied, his voice laced with contempt. Concealing his clenched fists behind his back, he ensured that August and Wesley remained unaware of his raging emotions. "I happened to hear from the company about your meeting with Remington Corporation today,” he added.His voice carried a calm demeanor, yet a sharp edge underlined his words. Struggling to maintain his composure, Francis couldn't help but fixate his gaze on August, who was acting innocent as his eyes darted between
After his intense conversation with August, Francis made his way to the Wellington Corporation, burdened with a pile of unfinished tasks for the day. Deep down, he knew his father would be disappointed if he abandoned his responsibilities and rested at the mansion. Reluctantly, he trudged into his office, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight. He saw Wesley sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for him."Dad?" Francis called out, his voice laced with confusion. His brows furrowed as he added, "What are you doing here? I thought you were planning to take the rest of the day off.""I was planning to, but something captured my attention so profoundly that I couldn't tear my mind away from it," Wesley replied, raising a white folder. It was the very proposal August had presented earlier."That young man claimed the hospital held sentimental value for him, but I believe there's more beneath the surface," Wesley explained, motioning for Francis to join him on the couch.Without hesi
TIME FLEW by, and before he knew it, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. August accompanied Nicollo to the rural hospital, the designated meeting place chosen by Francis.He found it strange at first, which led him to bring Nicollo and two additional bodyguards along. August felt that something might happen, and this could be a trap against him.Just like what happened when Harvey and Bruce beat him to death before.However, he couldn't bear to leave his questions unanswered, which was the reason why he stood in front of the hospital now.“Just wait here and wait for my signal,” August instructed Nicollo, and the latter nodded in response.As he made his way toward the hospital entrance, a secur
FRANCIS was suddenly intrigued by August’s words which surely had another meaning. Being unable to control his movement, he held onto August's collar, pulling him near.“What do you mean by that?” Francis asked in an edgy tone, his eyes narrowing as his grip on August's collar tightened. “You're planning something again, aren't you? Aren't you sick and tired of this? Why won’t you just surrender?!”His heartbeat rose, the same as the tone of his voice. Francis couldn’t explain the sudden anxiety he felt, especially staring at August whose smirk had widened while looking at his ruined, perfect demeanor.“That is why you should have sold the hospital to me in the first place,” replied August as his hand went onto Francis’ wrist, holding onto it tightly, recip
INSIDE their bedroom, August muttered a curse as he threw the phone on the other side, while he lay down on the other.He didn’t know where he still got the energy to talk with Sapphire despite what he had discovered just now.“Crap,” said August as his hand traveled on top of his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. “It doesn’t stop,” he added as he realized that he had that kind of heartbeat for a while now.‘It was… horrible,’ August commented as what he had seen earlier was infuriating yet pitiful at the same time.As August closed his eyes, his mind suddenly went back to what happened earlier. After he met with Francis, August didn’t go to the Remington mansion, but to the Sandoval mansion instead.