Michelle's cries echoed through the night as Viking's men tried to force her into their car, but their sinister plan was suddenly disrupted by the arrival of another vehicle, it's tyres screeching as it came to a stop.Lucy looked up, a feeling of relief washed over her, as she recognised the car to be Drake's car. While Viking's men were still watching, Drake and Conner leapt out of the car, ready to confront the kidnappers."Who the hell are you?" One of the kidnappers asked, his voice rising with indignation, unable to recognise Drake as the delivery guy who had once brought a wrong package to Viking, and whom they ended up beating up mercilessly.Drake's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, as he recognised them as Viking's men, remembering the previous encounter with them at Woodruff. He had always looked forward to the day when he'll be give them a payback for beating him mercilessly, leaving him for dead.Michelle's bodyguard, who had been knocked out earlier, was back up o
Mrs. Willmont was surprised to see Drake come home with Michelle and Lucy. She had not imagined Drake would be able to gain access to them, much more drive with them home.Seeing the looks on their faces, she could tell that something was wrong, but she dismissed that feeling, her anger towards Drake over shadowing her concern for Michelle and Lucy."Get inside," Rachel commanded Lucy and Michelle, not wanting to confront Drake in the presence of Michelle.Even if she didn't like Drake, she didn't want Michelle to sense their resentment towards her father, not until they're able to get him to sign the divorce papers and pay the alimony they were demanding for.Drake watched Lucy, Michelle and the body guard go in, while Rachel faced him and Conner."What are you doing here?" Rachel asked, throwing her arms across her chest. "Have you come to sign the divorce papers?""I've come to get my wife and daughter back. I can't watch you endanger their lives," Drake accused harshly.Rachel fur
Lucy welcomed the day with high hopes. She had planned he day in advance and first on her to-do list was to visit the mall and get some groceries, as they were already running out of supplies.As she went through the shelves picking up the things which she had written on her list, she sensed someone was following her. Turning behind, she was greeted by Jacob Morgan, her supposed grandfather.She was scared at first, but she quickly composed herself, not wanting to make the old man uncomfortable. "Is that all you're buying?" Jacob asked, pointing at the items in Lucy's trolley."I... I...." Lucy stammered, not knowing what to say. She just couldn't help but stare at the old man who was standing right in front of her, and to bring herself to accept the fact that he was her grandfather."Go ahead and pick as much as you want to pick. All bills on me," Jacob said, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.Lucy could feel her discomfort increasing. She imagined what could have happened i
"Dad, what's going on?" Summer asked, the moment Ferdinand walked into the room. "Where's my husband and my daughter?”Rachel and Ferdinand exchanged knowing glances before Ferdinand decided to give a response. "Your daughter is here with us. But Drake....""What about Drake?" Summer interrupted Ferdinand halfway. "Drake abandoned you in the hospital. He left you to become our responsibility. He left you and Michelle and we, your parents, to take care of all the hospital expenses.”Summer couldn't bring herself to believe what her father was saying. None of what they were saying sounded like what Drake could do. It couldn't have been the same Drake she got married to and had a daughter for, she imagined."So where's Michelle?" Summer asked, ready to see her daughter."Just give a moment," Rachel replied, as she excused Ferdinand and Summer to fetch Michelle from her room.After a couple of minutes, Rachel returned to Summer's room with Michelle, who was sitting on a wheelchair."Mom!
Lucy arrived at the Hilltop Café just in time to meet up with Jacob Morgan. It would be the first time since she was born that she would be visiting the Hilltop Café, which was one of the most classy cafés in town.Hilltop cafe was known for it's warm, inviting, and cozy atmosphere that made customers feel right at home. The walls were painted a soothing shade of light brown, and the floors were made of dark hardwood, polished to a warm sheen. The ceiling was high and vaulted, with exposed beams that added to the rustic charm of the space.The cafe also offered the best selection of teas, hot chocolate, and fresh juices, making it the most classy of all the cafe's in San Marino.Lucy took a brief moment to scan through the area, her eyes moving from one end of the café to the other. Behind the counter, the baristas were busy crafting expertly made drinks, from rich and creamy lattes to bold and flavorful pour-overs. She took on a deep breath as she imagined herself taking a sip from o
Prisca stood in the conference room, surrounded by the angry shareholders, having been instructed by Drake to be the one to address them. There had been a massive fall out of the market value of their investments and they could no longer trust their finances with the Sullivan's Holdings.Prisca knew she had a difficult task ahead of her, trying to convince them otherwise. She could feel the tension in the air as they insisted on taking their shares out.“Good day all. Look, I understand that you're concerned about the current state of the market, but pulling out your shares now may not be the best decision. Her voice was steady and composed, trying to convey a sense of reason and stability. Prisca wanted to assure the shareholders that Drake had their best interests in mind and was already on his toes trying to get where the entire problem was coming from.“But Prisca, the market is plummeting! We can't afford to stay invested in a sinking ship.” The shareholders' voices were filled
“Donald, please... We can find a way to resolve this without violence. Shooting either of us won't solve anything. Let's talk.” Her voice trembled with fear, but she refused to let it overpower her determination to find a peaceful resolution. Donald's eyes narrowed, his grip on the gun tightening as he contemplated Prisca's plea. His face contorted with anger and frustration. “There's nothing to talk about Prisca! Drake deserves to pay!” Donald spoke up, his voice filled with rage. "My life has become a total mess right from the very day I set foot in this organisation. I can no longer take this!"Drake, who sat on his chair, silently observing the tense exchange, finally spoke up, his voice filled with contempt, as he addressed Donald.“Donald, what were you thinking? That I'll just give you a job and treat you like nothing ever happened? You deserve everything you're getting from me right now, and there'll be more. You just wait and see,"Prisca couldn't believe her eyes that Drak
“This isn't good,” Rose's forehead creased slightly conveying a sense of unease, as she spoke on the phone with Hillary Koeman who otherwise was known as Mr. Anonymous, the fourth member of the IRIS.Killing Barrister Clark wasn't part of the plan from the beginning, but seeing that Drake wasn't ready to agree to her land proposal deal, it was the best available option.Moreover, Barrister Clark was about revealing the secret of IRIS to Drake, and they didn't want that. They wanted to keep Drake in the dark until they've achieved their plans, and then they would allow him to know the truth, so he could take the battle personal with his grandfather.With Barrister Clark already out of the picture, she was almost certain that there was no way the Sullivan's would win the case against the Simmons, and if that should happen, the Sullivan's would become vulnerable. Other standing cases against them would resurface and the empire would become weak. They would want to go into partnerships to