After breakfast, Bella stormed into Lisa's room, frustration etched on her face. She vented her discontent, accusing Lisa of doing nothing while Duncan seized every opportunity to impress Ma'am Luna."Mother, I'm trying my best. It's not easy," Lisa snapped back, defensive.Bella, undeterred, insisted, "Well, your best isn't good enough. Duncan is gaining ground, and it seems like things are in his favor at the moment.""I know it seems that way, but I'm working on it," Lisa defended herself.Bella crossed her arms, her frustration evident. "We can't afford to let Duncan have the upper hand. Do something, and do it quickly. Your grandmother shouldn't be won over by him."Lisa, feeling the pressure, nodded solemnly. "I understand, mother. I will step up my game and make sure Duncan doesn't get too comfortable." Bella's frustration bubbled over as she confronted Lisa. "You're working on nothing. If Duncan gets even a small promotion, know that you're losing your position in the comp
Stopping and glancing back at Duncan, Zinnia scoffed, "What a useless bag." With a few disdainful steps, she halted in front of the coffee room. Spotting Lisa inside, seemingly content, Zinnia entered and immediately accused her of shamelessly pursuing Duncan, who happened to be her husband, even within the company.Lisa, maintaining her calm demeanor, countered, "I just want to be friends with him, Zinnia."Zinnia, unrelenting, insulted Lisa, "Friends? Don't make me laugh, Lisa. You're just another woman trying to get her claws into Duncan. Well, it won't work."Lisa, unfazed by the verbal attack, responded with a measured tone, "Zinnia, I have no interest in your husband beyond a professional relationship. Keep your insecurities in check.""Insecurities? How dare you say that, bitch?" Zinnia's eyes narrowed, her disdain evident.Lisa, seemingly unfazed, chuckled and casually disposed of her empty coffee cup. She turned to face Zinnia with a mysterious smile. "You should be gratefu
Duncan, reveling in Lisa's inability to respond, continued to taunt her sadistically."Can't find your voice, Lisa? How ironic," he sneered, relishing the moment.Lisa, frustration and helplessness etched across her face, glared at Duncan, her eyes conveying a mix of anger and desperation.Duncan, thoroughly enjoying his perceived triumph, added insult to injury. "Guess you won't be doing much talking anymore, huh?" He chuckled mockingly, emphasizing the gravity of Lisa's predicament. Unable to articulate her emotions, Lisa's hands clenched into fists as she watched Duncan revel in his perceived victory. The silence weighed heavily in the room, amplifying the emotional tension. Duncan, with a final smirk, decided to leave, leaving Lisa to grapple with the aftermath of her own actions. As he exited, he couldn't resist one last jab, "Maybe next time, think twice before trying to play games, Lisa." With that, he walked away, leaving her alone with her silenced thoughts and the conse
Interested, Zinnia leaned in, urging Lisa to share the crucial information. Lisa, appearing relaxed, simply scribbled a note, "I'll tell you, but let me grab something first from the kitchen." Zinnia, growing impatient, nodded reluctantly.Minutes passed, and Zinnia's irritation mounted as Lisa seemed to take her time. Finally, Lisa returned, holding a bottle of yogurt. Annoyed, Zinnia questioned with a raised eyebrow, "This is what you needed?"With a calm demeanor, Lisa wrote, "No, something else." Zinnia sighed, realizing Lisa was playing a deliberate game.Lisa wrote, “Get me a bottle of chilled apple juice from the kitchen.”Rolling her eyes, Zinnia went back to the kitchen to fetch the juice Lisa wanted. Returning, she handed it over, demanding, "Now, spill the beans!" Lisa, maintaining her calm facade, wrote, "What I have to say is far more important to you than you realize." Zinnia's annoyance shifted to curiosity, a mix of impatience and genuine interest evident in her exp
As Abigail's jeep roared away, the lingering sound echoing in the air, Ma'am Luna turned to Gregg with a stern expression. "Did you spill our secrets to her?"Gregg, maintaining his composure, assured, "Not all of them, just what she needs to know." He avoided their gazes, not wanting them to see through his presumed white lie.Laila, visibly concerned, questioned, "Why would you trust her with anything?"Gregg, with confidence in his voice, replied, "Abigail can be trusted. She's Rhino's niece."Laila, growing frantic, retorted, "I don't trust her!"Gregg, calm and collected, explained, "There's nothing to worry about. If she screws us up, Rhino gets messed up too. She won't risk that."Ma'am Luna, steering the conversation, asked, "What can Abigail help you with?"Gregg, his eyes glinting with determination, revealed, "She's going to assist me in executing the next phase of my plan to eliminate Archi's son."Intrigued, the group pressed for details about Gregg's plan. “What's you
Later, as Duncan discreetly moved through the hallway, he overheard Ma'am Luna's instructions to Zinnia about keeping an eye on him. Pausing out of earshot, he couldn't help but feel a surge of caution. The realization that not everyone in the intricate web of alliances completely trusted him lingered in the air. Duncan, aware of the delicate balance he needed to maintain, continued with a composed exterior. However, the overheard conversation added an extra layer of complexity to his actions. As he navigated the house, he pondered the need for strategic maneuvers to secure his standing within the alliance. Karla arrived at the Emporium Hotel to meet Abigail. As she reached Abigail's office, Xia blocked her path, stating, "Abigail is busy." Ignoring the warning, Karla persisted, "I need to talk to her."Xia, unwavering, insisted, "She can't be disturbed right now."Karla, undeterred, asserted, "It's urgent." Disregarding Xia's protests, Karla forced her way into Abigail's of
It was a moment of uncertainty, a flicker of hope in the midst of their turmoil. Duncan, seemingly detached from the family dynamics, extended an olive branch, presenting a chance for them to regroup and face the challenges that lay ahead. Though skeptical, Bella and George found it hard to believe Duncan's unexpected offer. Bella, harboring doubts, remarked, "He's probably here to mock us, especially me. I've never been nice to him."George, torn between skepticism and a glimmer of hope, replied, "We have got no other choice at the moment."“Enter the car,” Duncan said and got in. They hesitated but decided to follow Duncan, a mix of suspicion and desperation clouding their judgment. After a ten-minute drive, the taxi halted and they got out of the car. Duncan led them to a duplex house, seemingly unaffected by their skepticism. He gestured towards the property and said, "You can live here." Bella and George exchanged surprise glances before fixating their gaze on the house i
Zinnia, dressed for the party, sat poised in front of her dressing table, a delightful smile playing on her lips as she combed her hair. Duncan emerged from the bathroom, buttoning his vest over his sleeves. A crafty smile replaced Zinnia's initial joy as she cast a glance at him through the mirror. She watched with caution as Duncan walked to the closet, retrieving three invitation cards. Seizing the moment, she rose and applied her perfume. Duncan, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "Planning on seducing another Peterson Rogers at the party?" His words wiped the smile off her face, prompting her to spin around and glare at him. "You should show some respect to the dead. Peterson is gone." Duncan, persistent, accused, "But that doesn't change the fact that you cheated on me with him. I'm sure you're looking out for better men to cheat on me with again." Zinnia, unfazed, chuckled. "Farewell. I can see you're still hurt over that." Duncan, aiming to provoke, s