Dame's EnterprisesThat evening, Iris worked late and only left the building hours after every other staff including the company's security had gone home. She was downhearted. Someone was attacking all the companies and subsidiaries she owned. After trying to track down who the person was, she was led back to Tucker. "Goodness. Why did he have to come back all of a sudden?" She hissed when she got to her car. Resting on it, she closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "I brought you coffee." She heard someone say and still with her eyes closed, she reached out to take the coffee. Only when she took the first sip from the cup did she discover the voice belonged to someone she detested. Swiftly, her eyes flew open. They landed on the middle-aged man before her who had a wide grin on his face. "You've become reality beautiful." Sinclair chuckled, taking a sip from the coffee in his hand. Iris glanced at the coffee, her grip on it tightening. The hot beverage spilled and fell on he
Adair deemed it the best day to finally move into Crystal Palace. But the main reason behind it was because he planned to host Collette's birthday, which was that day, in it. “This is literally the best house I've ever been in since I was born!” Layla exclaimed with watery eyes, her fingers feeling the soft chairs which had been imported from Europe. Suddenly, she turned to Adair and smiled flatteringly at him, “You are the best son-in-law anyone could ever ask of!” Whenever she thought of how awfully she had treated him in the past, Layla would have the urge to slap herself multiple times until her lips split open. Well, that was just something she wished she could do since she still loved her beautiful youthful face so much. She would recall all the numerous people she had in mind as ideal son-in-laws and would shake her head in relief. The truth was, they had one thing in common; hot temper. And when that temper came on, it was a sure thing they'd take it out on their wife, wh
"How does he have it?" Adair asked with his back turned to Martha. "If I knew, I wouldn't be here talking to you." Martha scoffed. Adair scratched the tip of his nose for a second before exhaling, "Why are telling me this? Isn't it your wish that I die?" He heard Martha's footsteps, before he saw her standing in front of him, gazing up to meet his eyes. "I hate the fact I was the one who birthed you, Adair, but I promised to kill you with my barehands so the thought of someone scheming to do so behind my back, doesn't sit well with me." Adair scoffed and leaned to her height, "Are you saying you don't care if I die, you're only concerned because you want to be the one who kills me?" "Precisely." Martha nodded with a straight face. Adair chuckled and straightened up again, "Then go after him and get the stake from him. Isn't he your partner? The one who turned you and your beloved son into a vampire." He attempted to walk past her when her next words stopped him, "Tucker doesn'
“Happy birthday, Collette.” Aster smiled as she extended a gift to Collette. Collette stared at her for a long time, making no move to take the gift. There was something terribly odd about Aster and her presence today. “It's not poison, and I definitely do not intend to try to kill you again.” Aster assured, seeing Collette was hesitating. Collette nodded and reached out to take it. However, Adair beat her to it. He grabbed the nicely wrapped gift from Aster and glanced at Collette. “I'll be the one to take the birthday gifts.” Collette nodded numbly. As they stood together, Iris and Zane walked towards Adair. Zane signaled for Adair to come with his eyes. “I'll be right back, wife.” He told Collette. There was a conflicted look in his eyes for a moment before he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Iris stay with Collette. Don't take your eyes off her even for a second.” Adair ordered Iris before he smiled apologetically at Collette and walked away with Zane. “I didn't expect
In a bar, a lonely figure sat by himself, drowning glass after glass of beer. Suddenly, someone else walked up to him and took the empty seat beside him. Trevor looks up with heavy eyelids and couldn't help smiling bitterly when he saw Adair. “You came to mock me, didn't you?” “I'm afraid I have better things to do with my time.” Adair retorted with a small smile. “Oh, that's true. How could I forget you're no longer the wretched Adair I knew? You're now the head of a conglomerate. While I, the one who often mocked you, fell right to rock bottom.” Trevor said drunkenly, illustrating the fall with his fingers in a drunken manner. He shook his head in pain and reached out to take his glass. However, Adair beat him to it, taking both the glass and the bottle of beer out of Trevor's reach. Trevor exhaled tiredly. “If you didn't come to mock me, then what do you want? Why are you here?” “Noah took over the Pitt family unlike whom the publicly expected— Trevor Pitt, the first grand
“Oh my God!” Collette exclaimed, both of her hands flying to her mouth in shock. She glanced at the spot where the minivan had fallen off and turned to Adair in panic, “Is he going to be okay?” Adair nodded his head sincerely. “He will.” He didn't say that to put Collette's mind at ease, as he knew they'd have been the one to fall off the bridge if he hadn't swerved in time. Instead, he said that because he knew Jordan, who was closely following them, would go after that driver to torture out the name of the one who sent him out of the driver's mouth. And for that to happen, the driver needed to be alive. “It's alright. We survived, and I'm sure he will as well.” Adair reassured her with a smile. “His brake probably malfunctioned. Poor soul.” Collette sighed, glancing at where the minivan had fallen from again. Adair started the car again and drove out. As soon as they were gone, someone dived into the water from the bridge and dragged out the driver, who had gone unconscious.
Martha's Penthouse “What do you intend to do when you meet with Adair?” Martha asked when Kelvin told her of what happened. Tucker grabbed his black leather jacket and put it on before turning to her. “Does it matter? You should stay home and hope that I'm successful in what I plan to do.” “What do you plan to do?” Martha still asked, stopping him by stepping in his way. The man exhaled heavily, feeling his anger rising, “I told you you don't have to worry about it. You should just stay as my accomplice and help me out when I need your help, okay?”“Tucker…" “If push comes to shove, Adair won't kill you. He won't dare kill you because you turned his sister into a vampire, and she'll die if you do. Now, I don't know if you did it on purpose. But for whatever reason you had in mind for doing it, you should have it in mind, Adair will make sure you stay alive for a pretty long time. As for me, I have to kill him when I have the opportunity, or he'd kill me.” Tucker uttered conclusiv
Crystal Palace Layla, Sarah, and Benjamin were both out of the house. Collette knew about Sarah and Layla's whereabouts as Layla had told her of where she was going. Sarah, who found out her daughter-in-law was off to play Go, forcibly tagged along despite Layla's words for her not to. Benjamin, on the other hand, had informed her he was leaving, but didn't state where he was leaving to. Collette, who had nowhere to go ever since Adair refused to let her return to the company, stayed up in her room all morning sketching something. Since Adair wouldn't let her work, she was going to become an anime artiste, producer, and manufacturer. Even though her husband was wealthy, she would rather not depend on him all the time. When it was noon, she decided to take a break and left her room for the kitchen for a drink. The chef greeted her as she reached into the fridge and took out the only remaining orange juice. “There's only one of these remaining.” She frowned slightly. Orange juice