The next day, Claire's phone suddenly started ringing, its shrill tone filling the room. Glancing at the screen, she saw her mom's name and number displayed boldly. Initially tempted to ignore the call, she hesitated and ultimately chose to answer. With a swift motion, she clicked on the answer button and brought the device to her ear. As the call connected, her mother's voice resonated through the phone, cutting through the surrounding sounds with a piercing clarity."Claire, where are you? Why haven't you been answering my calls?" Her mother demanded, her voice brimming with strict anger, her words dripping with venom. Claire let out a frustrated groan and finally spoke after a prolonged silence."Can you please calm down, Mom? It's not like I've gone missing. I just made a decision I thought was right.""What decision are you talking about? You know you were supposed to be with Johnson. What has gotten into you?" Her mother demanded, her tone simultaneously menacing and vulnerable.
"Mr. Edward, I would advise against using offensive words," Mike interjected, his voice steady and firm. "We should maintain our professionalism in this situation."Nathan's anger simmered beneath his words as he retorted, "If you were professional enough, then you wouldn't have been late." There was an undertone of frustration in his voice, his impatience getting the better of him.Alicia, seeing the tension escalating, stepped forward, her voice filled with a mix of determination and disappointment. "I don't think I can take your insults," she declared, her words tinged with a hint of hurt. "If you don't want to collaborate with us, then perhaps it's better for you to leave."The room fell silent, the weight of their emotions hanging heavily in the air. The need for professionalism clashed with personal emotions, threatening to fracture the fragile unity they had managed to establish. It was clear that tempers were running high, and finding a way to move forward without causing furt
Chapter 75"It's a deal," he said, with a genuine smile stretching across his face. "When I arrive at the office, our trusted associate will go through all the necessary details and sign the agreement. After that, it will be promptly forwarded to you through mail, ensuring a smooth and efficient process. Rest assured, you won't regret partnering with us.""Thanks so much," he expressed his gratitude, the words tinged with genuine appreciation. With this simple statement, he conveyed his understanding of the effort and commitment that had been put into this partnership, recognizing the value of the other person's contribution."Well, as per your interest, it seems you have come here to personally evaluate our platform. Are you prepared to embark on this journey?" he inquired, his demeanor reflecting his determination to cater to the needs of his client."Absolutely," came the response, laced with a sense of conviction. "I firmly believe that investing in a business necessitates thoroug
Grandpa Richard's eyes brimmed with a seething anger, his face twisted in a fierce scowl as he took deliberate strides closer to them. In this tense atmosphere, Claire, feeling a pang of fear, couldn't help but speak up."Mum," she asked, her words somewhat muffled by her hand covering her mouth, "what have you done?"With a voice that carried both determination and a hint of intimidation, her mother responded, "Go and pack your things. We need to leave this place. You will sign the divorce papers, whether you like it or not."The weight of her mother's words hung heavily in the air, creating an atmosphere charged with a mix of apprehension and uncertainty. Claire's mind raced as she contemplated the implications of her mother's actions, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions as the world she once knew seemed to crumble around her.Grandpa Richard couldn't contain his simmering anger any longer. His voice cut through the tension, laced with a potent mix of fury and disbelief. "How da
"Is this how you flinch," Claire seethed, her voice sharp with anger, "like you could switch so easily, just because he's the grandson of the whatever their freaking name is? I think you have to learn, he's mine and no one dares stop me." Her retort dripped with audacity, fueling the tension in the room. As she walked closer, Claire's eyes blazed with determination, embodying a sense of ownership over her own choices. Without hesitation, she jerked her hand away from her mother's grasp, ready to take control of her own destiny. And in one swift motion, Claire's hand connected with his cheek, the resounding slap echoing through the room, solidifying her defiance.Claire thundered, her voice seething with venom, "don't ever hold my mom in such a manner. Can you please get the fuck off, or do you need another slap from me?" Her words left a sharp edge in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to suffocate the room.He stood there, stunned, aching from the sting of her slap. His voice tr
They all entered the room, finding themselves surrounded by an air of tension. Mrs. Williams took a deep breath before speaking, her voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and trepidation."Allow me to get straight to the point," she began, sensing the harshness in Ethan's voice. "Many years ago, we were trapped in poverty, and our marriage was strained. I was working as a maid for the Johnson family, and one day, Johnson's aunt returned from Europe, searching for love. In my desperation, I convinced my husband to pursue a relationship with her, knowing it would provide us with a way out of our dire circumstances. Despite his reluctance, I pushed him to obtain the necessary qualifications for the role, seeing it as our only chance to escape the trenches we were in."Mrs. Williams continued, her words punctuated by tears that welled up in her eyes, her heart heavy with the weight of her past actions. She described the circumstances at that time with a mix of guilt and regret evident in
"I will be there in a few minutes," he let out, his voice filled with urgency and determination. With the call concluded, he wasted no time as he swiftly stepped out of the house and made his way to the garage. With a sense of purpose, he got into his car and drove with speed towards the guy's house.As he reached his destination, he parked his car cautiously in the garage, taking care not to cause any damage. Stepping out, he approached the apartment building with a focused demeanor. Arriving at the door, he clicked on the doorbell, the sound resonating through the air. Within moments, the door swung open, revealing a young man with black, coily, yet groomed hair. His attire exuded professionalism, perfectly aligned with his role."You are welcome, Mr. Ethan," he welcomed him in a meek tone, a hint of humility in his voice as he graciously allowed him to gain full entrance into his villa.Ethan, appreciating the effort put into the exquisite designs, attempted to commend the hard wor
Ethan's curiosity grew more evident as he eagerly awaited her response. The burning question loomed in the air, "Tell me, where did you find it?"Her hesitation was brief, and she finally spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue and awe, "I happened to stumble upon it in grandpa Richard's room earlier today. It was quite unexpected, really. The ordinary hand gloves were meticulously framed, and I couldn't help but wonder why he would preserve such an everyday item in such a manner.""Just as i was about to satisfy my growing curiosity, Adriana's unexpected entrance interrupted the moment. It seemed she had arrived with some pressing information for Grandpa Richard, disrupting my conversation."Ethan furrowed his brow, his mind spinning with conflicting thoughts and suspicions. "If that truly belongs to my grandfather," he mused aloud, "how is it even possible that it could be the same hand glove used by the killer? Could it be that this murderer deliberately stole the glove to