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
I chuckled when I heard her question. Of course, I know there's no way I could escape her questions, and not that I was trying to do it, anyway. Mike sighed deeply as he stared at me. "I was married to Susan, his daughter," I didn't see any reason why I should hide it anymore since I was already caught. I didn't see the need to waste our time, anyway. Her eyes narrowed, her face was laced with shock. "Are you kidding me? How can you go on a date with me knowing that you are married?" She retorted, and I shrugged. "It's not something serious. More of a contract marriage," I stated, and he scoffed. "she asked me to do this with her five years ago when I was still trying to find a good life for myself" I narrated making sure to be transparent in my explanation. "She and her parents really treated me with so much despite, and for fact that she cheated on me despite our agreement so I had to leave the marriage, but now that they found out about my identity, she has refused to sign the
"I can't believe I almost believed your words," I say, my voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of skepticism. The realization sets in that Mike, who was possibly toying with me. A wave of doubt crashes over me, and I can't help but wonder if his intentions were simply to retaliate for what I said to him earlier. As the words leave my lips, a scoff escapes from him, a clear display of his contempt. His response confirms my suspicions. "It's obvious," he says, his voice laced with an air of superiority, "that you're blind to the truth." Anger instantly surges within me, tempting me to lash out, to deliver a well-deserved punch in response him. But, with a deep breath, I manage to suppress the urge, restraining my emotions for the sake of composure."How can you say that to your boss?" I ask, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips as I await his response. The question hangs in the air as I anticipate his reaction, curious to see how he'll handle the subtle challenge I've thrown his
As we stepped in our hands intertwined, I looked at Susan, who gave me a warning but yet reassuring smile. Mrs. and Mr. Clinton were seated hopefully waiting for us, and they stood up immediately, which was unlike them; the Clinton's are not the type that would rose on their feet for any random person. Which makes me decipher how far I have gone beyond their expectations."You are welcome, Stephen; I never thought you would come. Thanks you for honoring my invitation" Mr. Clinton said with a tone of gratitude and anticipation."You are my father-in-law; who am I to reject your invitation?" I replied, trying to hide the sarcasm laced in my tone."Thanks so much, Stephen; you look really handsome" Mrs. Clinton admired, and I chuckled softly. We all moved to the already-set dining table, which was filled with different types of home-made culinary food. Before I could drag my chair out to sit, Susan already did that for me."You can sit now, babe," she said, and I chuckled softly. Her par
"I have been calling you for a few minutes now, and it seems you didn't hear me," she said with a smile. As she spoke about Austin, her face lit up with happiness, indicating her strong affection for him. "Would you like me to tell you more about him?" "Yeah, perhaps when we return to the house," I replied.Her smile grew even wider as she said, "Oh, I think you're dying to know all the juicy details about him! Is that it? You're just trying to act all cool and collected, but I can tell you're itching to know more about him."I gave her a mock-exasperated look. "You're impossible," I said, but I couldn't help but smile. She had a way of teasing me."Just admit it, you're dying to know all about him," she said, poking me playfully."Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing you," she said, still grinning. "Let's just enjoy the rest of our dinner, and then we can talk about him all you want when we get home."I nodded, relieved that the teasing had ended, but still curious about Austin. I couldn'
I took a deep breath before responding."Clinton, I appreciate your concern for Nathalie, and I know how much you care about her. But I think she's old enough to make her own decisions, and I don't want to interfere with her happiness. If she's happy with me, then I'm happy too. But if she decides that she doesn't want to be with me but you, then I'll respect her decision. All I can promise is that I'll always be honest with her, and I'll always treat her with respect. I don't want to bother her with my feeling, since she choose to be with you now.Clinton looked at me thoughtfully, then nodded slowly. "I appreciate your honesty, and I can see that you're a good person. I just want to make sure that you're serious about her, and that you're not just playing games. I don't want her to get hurt." He paused, then continued, "I have a request. I want to see you two interact, to see how you get along. Could you and Nathalie come to dinner with me tomorrow?"The request caught me by surpri
"Susan, you need to stop interfering in my private life if you want us to maintain a good relationship. Your constant interference is causing tension between me and you And I must say, I don't appreciate your presence in this house either." "But I was just expressing my concern that she's making me jealous. I don't like having her around, it bothers me," Susan replies, scoffing. "Well, did you ever consider that we don't want your presence in this house either? Susan, you're an unwanted guest here, and you need to put an end to this unnecessary jealousy." I raise my voice as frustration takes over.Susan's eyes widened in surprise. "You don't mean that," she said, her voice shaky. "She's like a sister to you, and you know I care about you. I'm your wife and you know I'm only trying to look out for you."I felt I am going out of point, I wasn't supposed to react like this for now, but she made me angry and lose control. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. "I'm sorry," I sa