Chapter 76"It was a misunderstanding, he didn't cheated on me I got it all wrong"As she spoke, her voice trembled with a hint of defiance, a mix of emotions simmering beneath the surface. The room felt heavy with unspoken tension as her words hung in the air, each word hanging on the edge of truth and deception. Her eyes searched mine, silently begging for understanding. Her words stung, slicing through the air like a sharp dagger, targeting the vulnerabilities deep within. The contrast between our experiences was stark, like two parallel universes colliding in the vast expanse of our shared reality. It felt surreal, utterly incomprehensible that our paths could diverge so drastically. Curiosity tugged at my mind, pulling me deeper into the intricacies of her claim. How could a capital betrayal be labeled as mere misunderstanding? Was it denial or a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of a fractured relationship? The questions burned on my tongue, an unquenchable thirst for a
Chapter 77"Your wife is calling you, you should go now," Nathalie said, her tone laced with a hint of mock concern. "How are you?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light. "The party has already started. What are you doing here?" she questioned, her gaze shifting over to Nathalie. "Oh, you're back," Nathalie replied, her voice filled with a mix of nonchalance and a touch of defiant amusement, as she returned the deadly glare. "Yeah, I am back. How have you been?" Nathalie responded, her smirk indicating a certain confidence."I'm good, baby, let's go," Susan said, her voice cheerful as she grasped my arm tightly, urging me to move. I managed to signal to Nathalie that we would talk later, subtly conveying my need to maintain appearances with Susan and her parents today, leaving Nathalie with a sense of confusion. "How's your visit with the doctor?" I asked, feigning genuine interest. "Wow, I'm surprised you're suddenly showing an interest in me and the baby now. The baby is
Chapter 78In the quiet aftermath of the party, as everyone retreated to their homes, I found myself in my father's room, engaged in a discussion over drinks. A sense of pride radiated from my father as he looked at me, his voice filled with admiration. "I am very proud of you, son," he said, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "You truly are my son. You have no idea how happy it made me to find out that you won the contract. Alex is a notoriously calculative and difficult person to please. I can't help but wonder what you did to earn his favor." As our words floated in the air, the room seemed to be filled with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. The dim lighting cast a warm glow, enhancing the intimate atmosphere as the conversation continued.my father's voice maintained its tone of fondness and intrigue. He leaned back in his leather armchair, taking a sip from his glass before speaking again. "It takes a certain level of skill to win the approval of someone like Alex," he mused,
"Did I have one?" I hummed as gentle chuckles washed over me."Nope, I didn't because the marriage was still on." I finally let him out, his face tinted with dissatisfaction and glimmers of hope."How faithful my son is, I guess I will love to see you go out with someone." His tone was mixed with determination and vulnerability."Dad, what are you talking about? Go out with someone?" My tone is neutral but probing. I couldn't dig into the fact that he's just trying to set me out on a date, or maybe just my illusion."Yes, I will like you to go out with my friend's daughter, you don't have to worry, she's of high standards like yourself. She's into business and also has such a tight schedule that her father has started to get worried that she needs to settle down. I think she'll be the right choice for you" I watched him speak, as though it were annoying that he's trying to match me with someone."Is that a matchmaker or what?" I clarified, my tone laced with a hint of frustration as I
"I'm glad you don't have any feelings for me," she says, her voice carrying a touch of relief and a hint of vulnerability. Her words hang in the air, creating a delicate moment of sincerity between us. As she continues, her tone shifts, becoming hopeful and optimistic. "We can be friends, chat buddies, and business partners," she suggests, her voice filled with enthusiasm for the possibilities ahead. Pausing, she extends her hand, a gesture of trust and camaraderie. I find myself captivated by her sincerity, gazing into her eyes for a brief moment before slowly nodding my head in agreement."Nice meeting you," I say, my words falling softly into the space between us. As she turns to leave, a gentle smile dances across her lips, leaving a trace of warmth in the air. "I hope I didn't hurt your ego by saying you aren't my type?" she says, her voice gentle and tinged with a touch of playfulness. In that moment, a sharp intake of breath lingers in my throat, threatening to betray the flic
I couldn't help but be curious about his proposal "Let's meet tonight. We can talk about that; I will drop the location immediately I drop the call." I finally let out, and he chuckled, and I could imagine him nodding affirmatively on the other end of the line."Okay, Mr. Chairman" he said, his words mixed with a hint of hope and reassurance. I hang up the call and make sure to drop the location before shifting my attention back to Cinderella."Hope everything is okay; you look really stressed" she said, sipping some wine. I give her a light smile."It's nothing urgent; where did we stop? Business right?" I inquired, and she nodded."But I think we can catch up some other time; something urgent came up" she let out."That's not a problem; it's nice meeting and spending time with you." We shook hands as we both walked out of the restaurant together. Getting outside, I see Mike and her PA chatting randomly. I chuckled dryly upon getting there."Ma, you are done" her PA asked, and she no
Arbert stared at us harmlessly. "I am going to analyze everything I find out these past few days" He cleared his throat, and I couldn't help but kill my curiosity, as they had taken a hold of me."Mr. Clinton is a criminal; he killed his stepbrother for the family wealth, making it look like an accident" he explained, carefully taking his words with a neutral voice."I don't get you; can you explain better? I have been with that family for five good years, and I didn't hear of such a case. Are you sure you aren't giving us the wrong information?" I demanded, trying to be sure if he wasn't going to drag me into a mess. He chuckled dryly, a small smile laced on his face."I am sorry about that; I wasn't supposed to laugh in a case like this." He tried addressing his attitude. "You can continue" I let out. "It's a deep secret that neither his wife nor his daughter knew about it. Mr. Clinton is a very big cheat who has committed many crimes in the past and covered them up with his influ
"But then, I'll have to inform Cinderella about this," I say with a smirk, fully confident in her ability to help. Mike looks surprised by my decision. "Did you think getting Cinderella involved is the best thing to do?" Mike asks skeptically. "Did you think she'll understand?" I nod my head, not entirely certain, but still holding onto my belief in her. "When are you informing her?" Mike asked, his voice tinged with concern as he furrowed his brow. "As soon as possible," I replied, a sense of urgency evident in my voice. I saw Mike nod his head, understanding the importance of the situation. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I fumbled for Cinderella's number, a mix of anxiety and determination coursing through my veins. "Hello," Cinderella responded, her voice soft yet filled with curiosity, "Cinderella speaking, who am I speaking with?" Her innocent reply caused me to scoff, a bitter and ironic reaction given the circumstances."Didn't you save my contact?" I asked, my tone ti