Within three days, the culprits requested a meeting with Franklin at the Empire State Hotel. The three men sat stiffly around the polished conference table as Franklin entered the room with an air of calm confidence. He moved to a seat at the far end of the table, facing them directly.“Good of you to make time for us, Mr. Franklin,” Robert Grant began, his tone formal but strained.Franklin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I assumed it must be important if you called me here. What’s this about?”The men exchanged cautious glances, their unease palpable. Over the last few days, rumors and whispers had started to circulate, some tied to them and others to the recent upheaval involving the hotel. The tension in the room was unmistakable.“Well,” Henry Collins began hesitantly, “we thought it necessary to revisit the terms of your recent proposal.”“Revisit?” Franklin echoed, arching a brow. “That’s a change of heart. Not long ago, you all were quite adamant about not having
Daisy walked into the suite, her confident smile faltering when her eyes landed on Franklin sitting silently in the living room. He didn’t look angry—just watchful, like he had been waiting for her.“You’re still awake?” she asked, setting her bag down by the door.“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied coolly, leaning forward slightly. “It’s late.”She hesitated, then moved closer. “I had a few things to take care of, Franklin. Nothing to worry about.”“I’d hope so,” he said, standing slowly. “Though I have to wonder what’s been keeping you out so often. Are these errands of yours really that urgent?”Her gaze flickered, but she forced a laugh. “You’re starting to sound like my mom. It’s nothing serious. I told you, I’ve been visiting her.”Franklin tilted his head, his expression unchanging. “That’s funny, because you never made mention of that to me.”Daisy’s face froze for a split second before she managed a response. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you ahead of time.”His voice wa
The moment Daisy got back to the hotel, she realized she had run out of her prescribed vitamins. Not wanting to bother anyone, she decided to go to the pharmacy herself. It was a quiet evening, and she hoped to get there and back without drawing attention.As she stepped out, pulling her jacket tighter against the cool breeze, a faint uneasiness settled in. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted a car moving slowly, its headlights dimmed but staying close enough to be suspicious.Her fingers trembled as she fumbled for her phone. She quickly texted Franklin:“Someone’s following me. I’m walking to the pharmacy near 7th Street. Can you come?”Franklin’s reply was immediate.“Stay where you are. Don’t move. I’ll be there.”Minutes felt like hours as Daisy stood near the pharmacy entrance, her heart pounding. When Franklin finally arrived, pulling up in his sleek black car, she let out a shaky breath. He got out quickly, his
The next day, Franklin was in his office. Across from him were, Mr. Hugh and Conor sitting attentively, waiting for him to speak.“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Franklin began, his tone steady but resolute. “The attack on the hotel and the attention Daisy’s been getting—it’s clear we’re not as secure as I’d like to think.”Conor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You think someone’s targeting you specifically?”Franklin nodded. “It’s a strong possibility. I can’t afford to take any chances, especially with Daisy and the baby involved. I need to get her somewhere safe—a home where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder.”Mr. Hugh adjusted his glasses, his expression thoughtful. “And what about the hotel? It’s been your primary focus for the past few months.”“That’s where you, Deborah and Vera come in,” Franklin replied, meeting his gaze. “I want you and Deborah to manage the hotel. You’ve both been incredible with the day-to-day operations, and I trus
Ashley had been Franklin’s go-to lawyer for the past few months and she came to oversee their new home.“I thought you’d already be unpacking by now,” she remarked, setting her leather briefcase on the table and glancing around the sparsely decorated room.Daisy, curled up on the couch, smiled faintly. “We’ve been… busy. It’s been a lot to process.”Ashley arched an eyebrow. “I can imagine. First, acquiring a new company, and now moving into this place—it’s a lot of change in a short time. But at least you’ve managed to get everything squared away legally.”Franklin joined them, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Thanks to you, Ashley. If it weren’t for your work on the acquisition, we’d still be stuck dealing with endless paperwork.”Ashley allowed a rare smile to creep across her face. “It’s what you pay me for. Besides, I wasn’t going to let you sign anything without knowing every detail. That’s why I came in person—to make sure you didn’t miss any hidden clauses.”Daisy tilted her
Franklin was in his new home office, surrounded by piles of documents. His new company was finally taking shape, but the process of setting it up had been exhausting.He spent long hours reviewing files, making calls, and meeting with potential clients and partners. It left little time for anything else, let alone paying attention to what Daisy was doing.Meanwhile, Daisy was curled up on the living room couch, her phone in hand. A smile lit up her face as she typed a message to Oliver Hayes. They had been chatting secretly for weeks, and their conversations were the only thing keeping her spirits up.Daisy: Hey, are we still on for tomorrow?The reply came almost immediately.Oliver: Of course. I can’t wait to see you. Same spot as last time?She bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement.Daisy: Yes. I’ll find an excuse to step out. You’re not backing out, are you?Oliver: Never. You’ve been on my mind all day.Daisy’s cheeks flushed as she quickly deleted the messages, making su
“Good,” Daisy replied with a smile. “Just the usual.”Franklin watched Daisy closely as she walked in. Something about her felt… off. She looked too happy, too carefree, like she had just come back from a fun trip, not from running errands.“Welcome back,” he said, trying to sound normal.“Thanks!” Daisy replied cheerfully, setting her bag down on the couch.Franklin didn’t say much else. He just stood there, watching her. His gut told him something wasn’t right, but he had no proof. Daisy wasn’t careless. Whatever she was doing, she was covering her tracks well.“You okay?” Daisy asked, tilting her head as she noticed his expression.“Yeah,” Franklin said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”“You’ve been working too much. You need to rest,” she said sweetly, walking over and giving him a quick hug.Franklin stiffened for a second but then hugged her back. “Yeah, maybe.”The house was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened recently.
The next morning, Franklin decided to break the news to his dad. He’d been staring at his phone for over an hour, debating whether to make the call. He knew what his father’s reaction would be, but he couldn’t keep this a secret forever.Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number.“Franklin,” his father answered after the second ring. “It’s been a while. You’ve finally decided to stop hiding?”Franklin ignored the jab. “I need to tell you something.”There was a long pause on the other end. “Go on.”Franklin rubbed his temple, the words heavy in his throat. “Daisy’s pregnant.”Silence.“Dad?”“Are you telling me,” his father’s voice came low and sharp, “that the girl I explicitly told you to stay away from is now carrying your child?”Franklin felt his chest tighten. “Yes.”“You knew she was trouble, Franklin! I warned you about this girl from the start. And yet, here you are, proving me right again.”Franklin clenched his fist. “Dad, I’m handling it.”“Handling it?” his father barked