"You really should get some rest," he insisted, leaving her alone.As Lana pondered how to approach Harvey, she realized he was purposefully avoiding her, no matter how important her words were. She knew deep down that he might never forgive her for what she was about to reveal, but she couldn't think of a better way to salvage their relationship."Harvey, please, just listen to me," she pleaded, relentlessly pursuing him."I... I took the job," she blurted out, frustration evident in her voice. Finally, Harvey came to a halt, his attention fully captured as he turned to face her."Harvey, I accepted the job from Don Marcus," she said, her tone filled with unwavering certainty. He stared at her, disappointment clouding his gaze."Well, good for you then," he responded nonchalantly, and walked away.Lana and Don Marcus had been in contact, and when he shared the proposal, it resonated deeply with her. She couldn't bring herself to refuse.Thoughts of her complicated situation with Harv
"Sir Harvey, her voice quivering, she mustered a smile as she struggled to express her gratitude. '’I am deeply grateful for your immense kindness,’' she said, her eyes welling up with tears, barely held back.'’I believe it would be best for me to stay with the other girls,'’ she spoke to him, her voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. ‘'They are the only ones who can truly understand and share my pain. Being with them will aid in my healing.’'Harvey turned to Lana, fully aware that he shouldn't attempt to sway her decision, yet unable to resist.‘ 'Harvey , she has already made her wishes clear,'’ she said, met with a disapproving look. Despite this, he persisted, driven by his own motives.He implored Lana to join him outside, and as they left her room, a sudden stillness enveloped them, away from the echoing presence of her closed door.""Lana, this girl's time is running out, and she needs utmost care. I don't believe you can provide that while also looking
His face contorted , confused and desperate, as he struggled to identify the second party in the picture. Drawing closer to the victoria table, he hoped to uncover more information about the case. "No way Mike would leave me hanging with such vague information," he muttered.With a sense of urgency, he delved deeper into the files, meticulously sifting through each piece of evidence. It was then that he stumbled upon a letter addressed to Mrs. Daniels. Harvey furrowed his brow, realizing he had never come across this name before. His eyes fixated on the lengthy letter, his breath trembling as he approached its climax and discovered the identity of the author.It was the same person depicted in the picture, the very person responsible for Richard's untimely demise. Overwhelmed by the revelation, he slumped from the sofa to the floor, his heart heavy with devastation. The truth had unveiled Richards' death was driven by power tussle and jealousy.He couldn't believe it, the realizatio
David's heart pounded with fear as he hastily retrieved his scattered documents from the floor. With trembling hands, he made his way out of the office, the uproar catching the attention of the influential stakeholders who had offices nearby.Intrigued by the commotion, they hurriedly approached, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. Desperate to protect himself, Harvey skillfully deflected their inquiries with a smooth and calculated lie. With a polite yet firm demeanor, Harvey escorted them out and went back in. Knowing his penchant for precision, he took charge to sort out the scattered files . As he opened his desk drawer to tidy up his belongings, his eyes fell upon an envelope he had received months ago at the front desk.A pang of curiosity struck him, as he had never bothered to open it, assuming it was a mere receipt for one of his purchases. Without hesitation, he tore it open, confirming his suspicion—it was indeed a receipt. But it wasn't his.Harvey thoroughly
Magaret sat upright and leaned in closer to him, her expression unwavering. "Serena!" she exclaimed."Serena?" Harvey questioned, his eyebrows raised in surprise.Without skipping a beat, Margaret continued, "Serena is my daughter, and I want her back. But she refuses to speak or see me ever since she got this idea that you were on her side.""As much as I hate to have to seek your help, I am not quite sure I am left with much of a choice, I need you to push her away so she has no choice but to come back to me, crying."Harvey let out a dry laugh, signaling for a waitress to bring him a Winston cocktail. He found Margaret's request amusing and wanted to enjoy the show with a drink. Turning to face her, he challenged, "Why the hell would I do that for a mere gift box?"Margaret frowned at him, her eyes narrowing with a hint of disappointment. "Harvey, don't be daft," she said, her voice tinged with seriousness. "A lot has happened while you were away, and as much as I would have enjoye
Harvey stormed back home, seething with anger at Hon Curry for leaving those words hanging in the air. Doubt crept into his mind as he questioned whether he was making enemies out of his allies. He knew he had to stand up against the elite club, for they were untrustworthy. It was either cut them loose or face their wrath once he no longer served their purpose.In this dog-eat-dog world, Harvey refused to be on the losing end again. Lost in his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang, snapping him back to reality. A smile formed on his face as he saw the caller ID, knowing they had brought him some intriguing news."Harvey," a magnetic voice echoed through the phone, capturing his full attention."Well, just as you might have guessed, I've got some news about our last conversation. My boys managed to dig up something that might catch your interest, and I might have a name," Don Marcus spoke over the phone.Harvey's mind raced with anticipation as he paced, etching each step with uncertain
It was as if he was staring at a mirrored image of himself. Serena's laughter caught his attention, leaving him curious about what had amused her. "Do you remember how you used to tease him when we were kids?" she slipped out."Why has he returned after all these years?" Harvey leaned forward, trying to change the subject.Serena turned to face him, her gaze meeting him as she replied, "I heard his dad is gravely ill, so he had to come back and take over the company. You might be seeing more of him.""He mentioned how his dad was in business with Anthony and how he intends to keep it that way," Harvey forced a smile and let out a dry chuckle. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing him."Realizing she had made Brad wait for too long, she stood up to continue her date. Just as she was half way away from Harvey and Brad, all the phones in the restaurant chimed simultaneously, creating a jarring sound.This only happens when there's news of grave importance sent by the aristocrats Media to
Furious at the visitor, she storms towards the door, her anger boiling inside. With every step, her anticipation grows. Unlocking the door, she braces herself to unleash her fury on whoever stands on the other side. But as she swings open the door, her words vanish into thin air, and her jaw drops in sheer disbelief."What... what are you doing here?" she stammers, her voice trembling with surprise.Harvey strides into the living room, his presence commanding and unwelcome. The shock leaves her momentarily speechless, forgetting to extend an invitation or even question his audacity.He turns to face her, his voice dripping with accusation. "You tell me, Tamara Hudson,"Caught off guard by his words, she chuckles nervously, her eyes darting around, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. "Who is Tamara Hudson?" she asks.He shook his head as Disappointment flashes across his face, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. A mix of sadness and anger evident in his voice. "Give it up,
He gazed at her, his mind swirling with curiosity about how she had become privy to this information. And then it dawned on him - she had actually maintained a close relationship with Monica.Quinn stood out from the rest, not being one of those absorbed in their parents' wealth. She had a burning desire to expose them, even her own father, and she found an unexpected ally in Monica.The revelation of her plans to take over her father's legacy was shocking. She made it abundantly clear that she wanted no part in this world. It was the very reason she had run away in the first place.In many ways, she was a superior version of Halle. Yet, was there anyone born into privilege who possessed the audacity to leave these comforts behind in Crimson Valley? Sensing the sensitivity of the topic, she skillfully changed the subject."I apologize for bringing it up. I know how much you cared for her, how she was the first girl to truly capture your interest,"she expressed, her words dripping with
The next morning, Harvey was jolted awake by a startling noise at his door. He was taken aback by the unexpected visitor, doubting if she had ever been there before.As he opened the door, he nearly received a resounding slap. But he quickly caught her hands and deflected the blow away from his face.Giving her a stern look, he asked, "What do you think you're doing here, Margaret?"Margaret, seething with anger at everything that had unfolded, blamed Harvey for her her misfortune."How dare you, Harvey! I warned you to stay out of my family affairs," she spoke bitterly. Her bold statement left him bewildered."You've managed to turn Halle against me, and now you're trying to do the same with Serena," Margaret said, furrowing her brows."You're out of your mind, Margaret. Everything happening in your family is a result of your own actions," he laughed."It's amusing how I haven't even set out to ruin you yet, and your world seems to be crumbling down, Margaret.""I am nothing like you
Just as Harvey had suspected, Halle hurried back to the city. She barged into the Crawford's mansion, where she found Margaret and Serena attending to a somber crowd of people who had come to pay their condolences.As Halle stepped in, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to her, their gazes piercing through her like daggers. "I hope you're both satisfied now that he's finally gone," Halle spat, her voice filled with bitterness. She locked eyes with Serena, who tried to hide her guilt behind a facade of indifference.Margaret's face contorted with anger, taking a step closer to Halle. "If you're here to cause a scene, I suggest you leave immediately. I won't allow you to tarnish your father's memory in such a disgraceful manner," she seethed, her voice dripping with contempt.Halle couldn't help but laugh, her laughter echoing through the room. "Disrespecting his memory? Suddenly, that matters to you? How convenient," halle’s words laced with sarcasm."You pretentious skank," Halle
Furious at the visitor, she storms towards the door, her anger boiling inside. With every step, her anticipation grows. Unlocking the door, she braces herself to unleash her fury on whoever stands on the other side. But as she swings open the door, her words vanish into thin air, and her jaw drops in sheer disbelief."What... what are you doing here?" she stammers, her voice trembling with surprise.Harvey strides into the living room, his presence commanding and unwelcome. The shock leaves her momentarily speechless, forgetting to extend an invitation or even question his audacity.He turns to face her, his voice dripping with accusation. "You tell me, Tamara Hudson,"Caught off guard by his words, she chuckles nervously, her eyes darting around, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. "Who is Tamara Hudson?" she asks.He shook his head as Disappointment flashes across his face, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. A mix of sadness and anger evident in his voice. "Give it up,
It was as if he was staring at a mirrored image of himself. Serena's laughter caught his attention, leaving him curious about what had amused her. "Do you remember how you used to tease him when we were kids?" she slipped out."Why has he returned after all these years?" Harvey leaned forward, trying to change the subject.Serena turned to face him, her gaze meeting him as she replied, "I heard his dad is gravely ill, so he had to come back and take over the company. You might be seeing more of him.""He mentioned how his dad was in business with Anthony and how he intends to keep it that way," Harvey forced a smile and let out a dry chuckle. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing him."Realizing she had made Brad wait for too long, she stood up to continue her date. Just as she was half way away from Harvey and Brad, all the phones in the restaurant chimed simultaneously, creating a jarring sound.This only happens when there's news of grave importance sent by the aristocrats Media to
Harvey stormed back home, seething with anger at Hon Curry for leaving those words hanging in the air. Doubt crept into his mind as he questioned whether he was making enemies out of his allies. He knew he had to stand up against the elite club, for they were untrustworthy. It was either cut them loose or face their wrath once he no longer served their purpose.In this dog-eat-dog world, Harvey refused to be on the losing end again. Lost in his thoughts, his phone suddenly rang, snapping him back to reality. A smile formed on his face as he saw the caller ID, knowing they had brought him some intriguing news."Harvey," a magnetic voice echoed through the phone, capturing his full attention."Well, just as you might have guessed, I've got some news about our last conversation. My boys managed to dig up something that might catch your interest, and I might have a name," Don Marcus spoke over the phone.Harvey's mind raced with anticipation as he paced, etching each step with uncertain
Magaret sat upright and leaned in closer to him, her expression unwavering. "Serena!" she exclaimed."Serena?" Harvey questioned, his eyebrows raised in surprise.Without skipping a beat, Margaret continued, "Serena is my daughter, and I want her back. But she refuses to speak or see me ever since she got this idea that you were on her side.""As much as I hate to have to seek your help, I am not quite sure I am left with much of a choice, I need you to push her away so she has no choice but to come back to me, crying."Harvey let out a dry laugh, signaling for a waitress to bring him a Winston cocktail. He found Margaret's request amusing and wanted to enjoy the show with a drink. Turning to face her, he challenged, "Why the hell would I do that for a mere gift box?"Margaret frowned at him, her eyes narrowing with a hint of disappointment. "Harvey, don't be daft," she said, her voice tinged with seriousness. "A lot has happened while you were away, and as much as I would have enjoye
David's heart pounded with fear as he hastily retrieved his scattered documents from the floor. With trembling hands, he made his way out of the office, the uproar catching the attention of the influential stakeholders who had offices nearby.Intrigued by the commotion, they hurriedly approached, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. Desperate to protect himself, Harvey skillfully deflected their inquiries with a smooth and calculated lie. With a polite yet firm demeanor, Harvey escorted them out and went back in. Knowing his penchant for precision, he took charge to sort out the scattered files . As he opened his desk drawer to tidy up his belongings, his eyes fell upon an envelope he had received months ago at the front desk.A pang of curiosity struck him, as he had never bothered to open it, assuming it was a mere receipt for one of his purchases. Without hesitation, he tore it open, confirming his suspicion—it was indeed a receipt. But it wasn't his.Harvey thoroughly
His face contorted , confused and desperate, as he struggled to identify the second party in the picture. Drawing closer to the victoria table, he hoped to uncover more information about the case. "No way Mike would leave me hanging with such vague information," he muttered.With a sense of urgency, he delved deeper into the files, meticulously sifting through each piece of evidence. It was then that he stumbled upon a letter addressed to Mrs. Daniels. Harvey furrowed his brow, realizing he had never come across this name before. His eyes fixated on the lengthy letter, his breath trembling as he approached its climax and discovered the identity of the author.It was the same person depicted in the picture, the very person responsible for Richard's untimely demise. Overwhelmed by the revelation, he slumped from the sofa to the floor, his heart heavy with devastation. The truth had unveiled Richards' death was driven by power tussle and jealousy.He couldn't believe it, the realizatio