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After a brief silence, Duncan broke the quiet before Karla could reiterate her question. "My mind told me that all was a plan to expose me, Karla. That's why I was quick to think and didn't react when I saw Gregg after being kidnapped. Then everything made sense to me when he asked if I knew him and said I was not going to pretend for long." He sat up properly and turned to face her. "They were having doubts about me, and that's why Gregg wanted to see me personally. The fool thought that at the verge of losing my life due to the ruthless beatings then I would expose myself, but I got them all shocked. I realized that Ma'am Luna, Zinnia's Mom, and Zinnia were there, and I didn't want to fail so woefully by letting my true self be known to them all. So, I took the beatings, controlled my temper, and…""And risked your life," Karla cut in, her voice edged with disbelief, "because you wanted to keep your secrets and true identity hidden?"Duncan nodded, avoiding her hunting gaze, sens
Duncan broke the uneasy silence, scanning everyone's faces before saying, "It's Lisa," and pointing at her. Ma'am Luna and Laila exchanged questioning glances as Lisa flared up, hurling insults at him.Chuckling, Duncan quickly added, "Just kidding," attempting to diffuse the tension. Bella, Lisa's mother, warned him sharply not to falsely accuse her daughter again, threatening dire consequences. Trying to ease the atmosphere, Ma'am Luna shifted the focus, asking, "Duncan, how did you get treated? Those bruises look quite severe." Duncan, adept at weaving his web of deception, lied smoothly, "Oh, a good Samaritan happened to find me and helped me out. Nothing serious." Lisa, still fuming, interjected, "You are a woeful liar!"Duncan maintained a calm facade, wanting to infuriate her the more. "Why would I lie about something like that, Lisa?"Ma'am Luna, sensing the escalating tension, intervened, "Enough, Lisa. Duncan, if you need anything, let us know." As the breakfast contin
A couple of days later, Zinnia found herself seated at the edge of the table in Ma'am Luna's personal home office, playfully rounding the fake globe. Laila walked in, giving Zinnia a warning look."Grandmother said we should meet her here in the next 10 minutes. I'm five minutes early, and you're a minute late. Anyway, she's not here already, so you're safe," Zinnia chuckled.Laila advised, "You shouldn't be sitting on top of the table. Get off before she walks in and gives you an earful."Zinnia, unfazed, shrugged. "Grandmother's mouthful has become a normal thing to me. It doesn't scare me anymore."Laila remarked, "I see you've become bold…"Ma'am Luna walked in, interrupting their banter. "And I know it's because you've learned about big things now. It looks like you've seen and know everything about me that you no longer fear me, Zinnia."Zinnia rolled her eyes and promptly got off the table. "I don't understand what you're saying, Grandmother.""You can save the lies and star
Growing impatient, Zinnia urged Duncan to admit his incompetence and declare that he couldn't handle the task.“I personally know that you can't handle such a task so stop being a time waster, save us the stress and decline.” Ignoring her prodding, Duncan asserted confidently that he could handle it, but he needed to know what was in it for him. Ma'am Luna, seizing the opportunity, began to shower him with promises of a better life, emphasizing the rewards he could reap upon accomplishing the assigned task.“Your life is certainly going to change once you've done this. Mark my words.”Duncan, contemplating the incentives, then questioned Ma'am Luna's belief in him, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "Why do you believe in me?"Ma'am Luna, without hesitation, responded, "Because, Duncan, blood ties run deep, and despite the complexities, you're still part of this family. Your success is our success, and your loyalty will be rewarded."Duncan absorbed her words, a mix of emotions s
Zinnia's gaze lingered on Karla, scrutinizing her appearance with a hint of curiosity. "She looks different and more classy than the unsophisticated woman I met the other day at Duncan's ward,” she thought.Karla, maintaining her composure, responded calmly, "I don't think I know you."Zinnia chuckled, acknowledging the transformation. The truth was that Karla had consciously chosen a more refined and professional look. Earlier, Duncan had taken nearly a minute to recognize her during their chance encounter at the mall, which had surprised him.Lady Zelda, sensing a peculiar tension, was taken aback when Zinnia decided to introduce herself. "I'm Zinnia. And you are?" Zinnia's curiosity about Karla's identity peaked, wondering if she hailed from a high-class family.“I'm Karla. Karla Burton,” Karla replied with a touch of pride, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Zinnia, processing the surname, commented, “That surname surely displays wealth.” She extended her hand for a handsh
As silence threatened to invade, Marcus groaned upon recalling how disrespectful Zinnia had been earlier. "Look, Duncan is in Grandma's good books, and we can't just sit back and let him and Zinnia take over the company," Marcus asserted, deep in thought. Lisa supported, "Marcus, you've done a lot for the company. You should be the next successor." Marcus frowned, contemplating the implications. "I don't trust him. We can't let everything slip away." Lisa sighed, "Fine, let's discuss this later. It's too much for one conversation." They left Zinnia's room, the weight of impending decisions hanging in the air. Zinnia returned home later in the night after the family had dinner, and headed straight to Ma'am Luna's room. "Zinnia, you're back," Ma'am Luna acknowledged. “Yes, Grandmother.” Laila walked up to her. "Tell me everything about Duncan's encounter with Lady Zelda." Zinnia sighed, "Well, he chased after a thief who stole Lady Zelda's purse. Tried to be a hero, you kn
Duncan left, leaving Marcus seething with anger. As Marcus attempted to go after him, Zinnia stepped in, blocking his path. "Hold on there, Marcus. You should think twice before tangling with Duncan. He has become quite dauntless."Marcus scowled, "I don't care. He deserved that punch and for hitting me, he deserves more than just having his face rubbed on poop."Zinnia tauntingly warned, "Be careful, Marcus. The next time, you might lose more than just some blood like Duncan said. Duncan isn't one to back down easily."Undeterred, Marcus retorted, "I can handle him just fine." Zinnia's eyes glinted with a triumphant smile. "We'll see about that." With that, she left Marcus standing there, contemplating the repercussions of the altercation. The air in the room hung heavy with unresolved tension, and the family dynamics seemed more strained than ever, with Zinnia reveling in the aftermath of the confrontation.When it was only Marcus, Bella, and Lisa left in the living room, Lisa ap
Duncan closed the door of the wine cellar securely, facing Zinnia with a composed demeanor. "So, what have you discovered?" he inquired, maintaining an air of confidence.Zinnia, ever perceptive, sniffed the air. "Do I smell wine? Were you hiding in there and drinking?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.Duncan chuckled, attempting to deflect, "Oh, just checking the quality of the family's collection.” He decided to be more humorous. “You know, making sure it's suitable for Lady Zelda's party."Seeing through him, Zinnia's skepticism intensified. "You find this amusing, Duncan?" she retorted, her patience waning.Duncan, unfazed, continued with a smirk, "Well, it's not every day one gets accused of wine theft in their own mansion."Her irritation growing, Zinnia countered, "I'm not talking about the wine. I'm talking about what you're up to, Duncan."“Me? I wasn't up to anything.” Duncan shrugged."Why are you lurking around the wine cellar then, Duncan?" Zinnia questioned, her eye