Duncan, now fully recovered, stood up from the bed, acknowledging the questioning glances of those in the room. With a wry smile, he decided to reveal the mystery of his timely arrival. "You see," Duncan began, "I happened to be closer than anyone thought. While Zinnia was dealing with her misconceptions outside, I managed to slip into the hospital, thanks to Karla here." He nodded appreciatively toward Karla. Babette, still puzzled, asked, "But how did you get here so quickly? We didn't see you around nor did we see you walk into the hospital." “Exactly,” Abigail added. “You're confusing us, Duncan.” Duncan's smile widened as he explained, "Karla, being quick on her feet, delayed Zinnia from entering the room immediately. It gave me just enough time to pretend I was unconscious. When Zinnia finally came in, I was ready to play my part." Karla chimed in, "I bought him a few extra seconds by not letting her in right away. Teamwork, you know?" Babette's eyes widened in reali
The living room in the Lennart mansion remained eerily quiet as Zinnia struggled to recover from the forceful slap delivered by her grandmother. Ma'am Luna's stern expression held no hint of remorse, and the shock on Zinnia's face mirrored the collective astonishment of the family. For almost a minute, Zinnia stood there, speechless and wide-eyed. The room's tension thickened as the weight of the consequences sunk in. Finally, she managed to stammer, "Grandmother, what was that for?" Ma'am Luna, her gaze unwavering, replied with an icy tone, "That was for your reckless behavior and disrespect, Zinnia. It's high time you learn to take responsibility for your failures. Secondly and most importantly," Ma'am Luna took a step forward, her voice thickened as she continued, “It's because of your woeful breakdown. You've failed again. How dare you?!”Zinnia's brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his disapproval evident. He spoke to add pepper to the hot issue. "You've gone too far this tim
In the quiet aftermath of the kitchen, Laila paced in solitude, attempting to find solace in the emptiness. The unsettling words replayed in her mind, and she muttered to herself, "No one else knows the truth." A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she grappled with the uncertainty that lingered in the air. Meanwhile, in her room, Zinnia's anger and frustration erupted into more chaos. The sounds of shattering glass echoed as she vented her emotions. In a moment of brief respite, she caught her reflection in the broken mirror again. "It's all because of Duncan that I've been reduced to nothing, he will rot for this!" she seethed, the intensity of her curses filling the room. As Zinnia continued to lash out, a knock on her door interrupted the tumult. Startled, she hastily tried to compose herself. "What is it?" she snapped. Laila cautiously entered, her gaze shifting from the chaos to Zinnia's distressed face. "Zinnia, what happened? I heard the commotion." Zinnia, still fuming, e
Ma'am Luna, upset and visibly distressed, sat in her room, contemplating the repercussions of the lost deal. George, her son, entered with a concerned expression, attempting to ease her turmoil. “Mother, I understand how important this deal was for the family, but stressing over it won't change what happened.” Ma'am Luna, sighing heavily, responded, "George, this was a crucial deal for the legacy of the Lennart family. Losing it is a severe blow." George, trying to console her, said, "Mother, we've faced challenges before and emerged stronger. We can bounce back from this." Ma'am Luna, still disheartened, shook her head. "This was different, George. The consequences of this loss are far-reaching. It is not just about the deal; it is about the future of the Lennart legacy." George, choosing his words carefully, remarked, "Mother, we still have assets, alliances, and capable individuals within the family. We can rebuild." Ma'am Luna, looking at George, acknowledged his attempt to
While Laila's ear danced with curiosity, Zinnia leaned forward. With a hint of excitement in her voice, Zinnia disclosed, "Mom, I think I know something huge about the Walton Group. Scratch that—I'm certain I do." Laila, intrigued by the sudden revelation, questioned, "What do you know, Zinnia? You can't just drop a bomb like that and leave me hanging." Zinnia, wearing a mischievous smile, replied, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait, Mom. I'll only spill the details when Grandma Luna gives me back my position in the company."Laila, taken aback, exclaimed, "What? Zinnia, that's not how you negotiate or share information. What's the point of all this secrecy?" Zinnia, maintaining her enigmatic demeanor, declared, "Consider it my leverage, Mom. Grandmother stripped me of my position, and I intend to get it back on my terms. So,” she made a silent gesture and shook her head. As Zinnia headed down the hallway towards her room, leaving her mother in a state of surprise, she added, "I'
Duncan and Karla exchanged surprised glances, both wondering how a tracker ended up in Karla's car. Karla, trying to wrap her head around it, babbled, "Why would anyone track my car? And why do you think of it immediately?" Duncan, deep in thought and having a sudden flashback, cut in, "It's probably Gregg. When we went to his hideout, he might have planted these trackers in the car. I think there might be more, and the mechanic might not have noticed them since they seem unnoticeable."Karla, skeptical, shook her head, "Duncan, that can't be possible. Why would Gregg want to track us?" Duncan, connecting the dots, replied, "He knows we're onto something. He is likely trying to stay one step ahead. We need to be careful. Let's check the car thoroughly. If there are more trackers, we need to get rid of them."As they meticulously inspected the car, uncertainty lingered in the air. Duncan and Karla, after a thorough search, found no other tracker chip attached to the car. Duncan, c
Ma'am Luna, attempting to regain control of the situation, questioned Gregg, "Eliminate? What exactly do you mean, Gregg?" He chuckled darkly, "Don't play innocent, Luna. You know what I mean. We have to get rid of Archi's son before he unravels everything." Laila, visibly distressed, interjected, "But how? We can't just—" Gregg cut her off, his tone harsh, "It's not something you need to concern yourself with, Laila. We'll handle it. Luna and I have a history of taking care of problems together." Ma'am Luna, conflicted but pragmatic, asked, "What's in it for us, Gregg?" He grinned, sensing an opportunity, "Protection. Unity. With Archi's son out of the picture, no one will be able to trace the past. We all get to keep our secrets buried." Laila hesitated, unsure of the path they were treading. Gregg, noticing her reluctance, added with a sly smile, "Besides, it's the only way to ensure your precious family legacy stays intact." Ma'am Luna exchanged a knowing glance with Laila,
Laila stood in front of her mirror, applying lotion to her face. Unclear images of Gregg flashed in her mind, intertwining with those of another man. She shut her eyes momentarily as if trying to erase the haunting memories. “That was uncalled for,” she muttered under her breath, recalling her mother's sudden slap on Zinnia. Laila quickly rose from her chair, determined to address the situation. She made her way to Ma'am Luna's room. Entering the room, Laila found Ma'am Luna receiving a massage on her massage chair, her eyes closed in relaxation. Ma'am Luna sensed Laila's presence and asked, still with closed eyes, “What are you doing here?” “Mother, I just wanted to say that… it was uncalled for,” Laila stated, her voice firm. Ma'am Luna's brows furrowed, but she didn't open her eyes. “What do you mean…?” “I'm talking about slapping Zinnia. She didn't deserve that.” “Why? She's as useless as you and more annoying than you. I just can't stand her and her crabby…” Unable to tol