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
As Lisa approached the bar, the trio continued to watch the unfolding scene, curious about how the night would unfold and what information Lisa might reveal in the midst of the carefully orchestrated charade. Lisa, scanning the bar for Duncan, finally spotted him and confidently made her way to his table. Duncan, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for her to sit on, creating an image that caught Karla's attention, leaving her feeling a tinge of jealousy. Duncan greeted Lisa with a charming smile, "Lisa, you look absolutely stunning tonight. I thought we could enjoy a night out at the biggest hotel in the city. What do you think?" Lisa, flattered by Duncan's attention, replied with a coquettish smile, "Oh, Duncan, you know how to make a girl feel special. I'm thrilled to be here with you." As they engaged in light banter, Karla couldn't help but observe them keenly from her discreet corner. She silently wished she were in Lisa's place, feeling a mix of envy and curiosity abo
Karla exchanged a knowing glance with Babette, before inquiring what was the use of the tiny recorder in her hand. "Duncan, what's the mini recorder for?" Her curiosity is evident.Duncan, wearing a knowing smile, explained, "Attach it either to the champagne bottle or to the trolley you'll use to bring the champagne. It will capture everything Lisa tells me. I need every bit of information she'll spill. It's necessary."Karla, holding the tiny device in her hand, nodded in understanding. "Got it, Duncan. I'll make sure it's discreetly placed." With their roles defined and the plan set in motion, they dispersed once again. Inside the room, Duncan returned, and Lisa, fueled by a mix of desire and the effects of the evening, leaned towards him. Before he could anticipate her next move, she boldly sat astride on his lap with a seductive smile, a moment that marked the beginning of a night filled with revelations and carefully orchestrated schemes. As Lisa whispered something f