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
In a foggy environment, Gregg cautiously walked into a cavern leading to his new hideout. The dim light revealed a large room filled with sealed cartons. As he entered, someone approached him, welcoming him with a nod. Gregg settled into a steel chair as his hookah was brought to him, the sweet scent filling the air. As the smoke swirled around him, Gregg's sly eyes moved to an approaching figure in the dark. The footsteps drew closer, and a soft laugh escaped Gregg's lips, hinting at an anticipation of the visitor's identity."Welcome, Rhino," Gregg muttered with a knowing smile.Rhino emerged from the shadows, his face reflecting in the dim light from a lamp above the wall. The lamp directly illuminated Gregg, creating an eerie yet intriguing atmosphere. Rhino sighed with a smile, acknowledging the camaraderie between them. The cavern echoed with their subdued laughter, setting the tone for a clandestine meeting between allies in the clandestine world they inhabited. The seale
Duncan, entering his office the following day, found Karla, Abigail, and Babette waiting for him. He greeted them warmly, "Thanks for coming, everyone.”“What made you ask us 3 to come here?"Karla asked, puzzled.Abigail, ever direct, cut to the chase, "What's the matter, Duncan?"Duncan sighed, leaning against his desk. "It's about Lisa, Zinnia's cousin. I believe she knows something crucial, and I need to extract the truth from her."Karla, a glint of excitement in her eyes, remarked, "Things are getting interesting. Now you can use your charm to get her to spill the beans. Lisa likes you, doesn't she?"Abigail, nodding in agreement, added, "Karla has a point. You could use that to your advantage."Duncan, considering the idea, cautioned, "Lisa is no fool. I need a foolproof plan to pull her out of the house and make her talk." They brainstormed for a moment, tossing around ideas until Babette, who had been thoughtful, blurted out, "Take her on a date!"Duncan raised an eyebrow, i