"You have a company already, a big one at that. What do you want to use the recipe for?" Beatrice asked, still unable to wrap her head around the fact that she was being forced to choose between her daughter and her boss.Hattie smiled slightly. "Not enough, and this recipe should have been mine. You cheated nature but that's over. You will get me the recipe because I promise to do all I can to achieve my aim," she swore." You will not get away with this, Hattie." Don expressed with hatred.Hattie looked at Don. " Or what? Are you going to involve Grey?"One of the men rushed inside and moved to whisper into Hattie's ear.Hattie looked up at him, with a shocked look on her face. "Escort our guests out, Henry," she ordered and one of the men bowed in response. Hattie stood and followed the guy out of the room.Actually, Don wasn't able to mobilize the guys to check around Hattie's house because her security men caught them the moment they parked.Beatrice looked at Don. "Do you think
Grey jumped down and brought out his phone. There were several calls from Beatrice, Don, and Jimmy. And, Grey sensed that Don must have seen Jimmy.He ignored it, placing the phone in the safety of his pocket before moving towards the car.“I'm going to mobilize the men eventually. We will have to penetrate the building,” Don expressed.“What for?” Grey asked suddenly, startling them for a moment.They all turned to look at him and relief washed them.“I'm so glad you are safe,” Beatrice cried softly.Grey sighed and pulled the mask off. “Let's leave. We can discuss this in a safe place,” he started and moved towards the car.Beatrice entered the back seat, beside Grey while Don and Richard went back to their cars.They all drove out of Hattie’s street. The other cars followed Grey to his house since Grey didn't let Jimmy stop until they got back home.“Boss, we were so scared. You shouldn't have entered the building alone. You could have informed me,” Don said quickly the moment he e
After the meeting with the advertising company, Smith returned to his office with Mia.Smith stopped in front of the desk, with his hands over it for a moment in a thoughtful manner. “We need more funds.”“Yes sir. Do you think we should ask LN for it?” Mia suggested.Smith thought about it for some minutes and turned around to look at Mia. “That won't work this time. Avery wouldn't allow me but I have to pay for this advertising company. I'm very positive about this. It will surely work out .”Mia sighed. “Do you think we should meet with Hercules for promotion? We will be able to pay later.”“No,” Smith shook his head briefly. “I'm going to take a bank loan. It's the best way in this case.”Mia sighed. “Alright, boss.” She turned to leave but stopped almost immediately. Somehow, she knew it was a bad idea to borrow from the bank because it was going to have a great effect on them if something happened afterward.But Smith was being stubborn and there was nothing to do but to listen
"So, Hattie told me she had my baby changed. So, I buried the other dead child," Beatrice explained.It was afternoon and Grey was writing down the list of the Recipe. "So, Caramel's mother had a deal with Hattie?" He inquired.Beatrice nodded briefly. "I don't know what eventually transpired between them but Hattie was the one that killed her, " she revealed.Grey's movement on the paper pulled to a sudden stop. He remembered clearly when Caramel told him that the mafia killed her mother. She was so sad and Grey wondered how it would be if she learned the truth."Would you tell her the truth?" He asked and resumed writing the Recipe.Beatrice went silent for a moment, in a thoughtful manner. She slowly let out a sigh. "I don't think I can do it. It's ok if she continues to be by my side. That's sufficient for me. I won't separate her from her real family, " she explained.Grey nodded briefly, " You should get prepared. I will soon be done with this recipe," he expressed.Beatrice nod
Grey couldn't really think about it. Well, they had no time to.“We will discuss this later. I need to finish up with this cream recipe,” Grey said urgently and resumed what he was writing.“Do you think we should involve the police?” Maria inquired.Beatrice looked at her. “I don't think it's ideal. Anyways, we will go by what Grey wants. I mean we could call the police and Hattie might hurt Caramel.”Maria thought about it for a moment and nodded briefly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”Grey finally finished up. “No, it's ok. You can go home so you can go to work earlier tomorrow. I leave Protos Pubblicita in your care and I might come to work late tomorrow,” he expressed.Maria nodded once. “When have you been able to check SU? I can check tomorrow before I go to Protos Pubblicita,” she suggested.Grey nodded briefly. “You are my left hand anyways. You can do as you see fit. I will check it all out later,” he informed.Maria smiled and bowed slightly. “Alright boss. I will le
Grey unloose the ropes around her. It took some minutes but Caramel was as patient as she had promised.“Are the police outside?” She asked softly.“No, but you will be fine,” Grey promised and scooped her off the chair.Caramel’s heart stopped for a moment. Along with the fact that she was feeling dirty and she was in unbearable pain, she was still able to recognize what Grey’s closeness was doing to her. She didn’t want to think of anything or why Grey didn’t want to remove the blindfold but she trusted him.Grey moved between the men,m waiting outside for him. No one uttered a word since they got to find out from Gregory that Grey didn’t want Caramel to recognize him with Gregory or with the men in general.Just as he moved towards his car, Richard came from behind and opened his mouth to say a word. Grey slowly shook his head and looked down at Caramel.Richard stepped back and opened the back door instead. Grey carefully placed Caramel inside, closed the door, and moved to the d
Grey blinked once. He didn’t even know what Caramel heard. Though, she knew that Grey was an orphan.“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Caramel inquired, while confusion clouded her expression.“What-,” Beatrice started but Grey cut in quickly.“She knows already. She knows I’m an orphan,” Grey revealed. There was a lot that Beatrice still doesn’t know that had happened in his life during those years he had been away. She was slowly learning about them.“Yes, I’m aware. But what do you mean by the other thing you said?” Her voice was getting harsh and loud.“How much have you heard?” Grey asked.Caramel gave a dark frown as she folded her arms in front of her chest. “I think its everything. I just came downstairs to ask for creams I could use and I met you guys talking. Though, I’m still confused. What truth are you talking about? And why does it have to do with my dead mother?” She bombarded, clearly confused.Grey sighed and looked at Beatrice. “Why don’t you let the cat out of the b
Grey pulled back a bit, a bit skeptical as to why he kissed her. Was it because he wanted to stop her from speaking? Caramel was getting too upset and it was not good at that moment. So, Grey had to shut her up.Though, he couldn’t yet deny how he felt for her at that moment even though he had tried his best not to show any feelings. It felt weird that he just kissed his ex-wife's friend but well, he was only human.“I divorced Avery, remember?”“Maybe I made you do it,” she said stubbornly, catching Grey off guard.“Heck no, Caramel. You are not the reason I broke up with Avery. It just happened because we weren’t compatible. It would have been better if we had started as nothing. The relationship was something that could have been avoided,” he explained.Caramel blinked once, then twice. “What?”Grey stepped back, his hair already damp with rain water. “Just forget it. Let’s stay out of the rain before you catch a cold.”“Why did you kiss me?” She asked, stopping him in his steps. “