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After the long silence, Sir Logan said, "Though I haven't personally seen my grandson, I can beat my hand on my chest and say that he's no less a man like his father, my late son, Dunstan. In fact, I believe he's better than his father and I can't wait to see my grandson. I have been longing to see him for two decades now. I want to know how he has grown all this while.""I am happy you believe him too, Father. I don't know what's wrong with Luke." Lady Zelda felt a growing unease settle within her as she pondered the recent argument with Luke. Though she understood his concerns for her son, Duncan, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more beneath his reaction. A subtle shift in his demeanor or the tone of his voice had caught her attention, leaving her with a lingering sense of uneasiness. Her thoughts drifted to Duncan, who was currently working on securing a crucial deal for their company. Lady Zelda's heart swelled with a mix of pride and worry for him. She
Duncan's lips parted into a big smile and nodded. He knew he was going to get the contract. He was just waiting for the news. "I just got a call from them and they are looking forward to seeing you again. They didn't believe me when I told them that you were the CEO of Walton Group of Companies." "Why tell them that?" "Sorry, sir, I was so excited when I got the news and I blurt it out, but I told them not to reveal it to even the press, they promised." "It's fine. I'm sure when I take off this outfit and return to being the worthless son-in-law of the Lennart family, Duncan South, then no one will recognize me." "I think so too, sir." "Congratulations, Duncan." Abigail congratulated and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to him and hugging him. "I'm so proud of you, you know." "Thanks, Abigail. You helped me a lot and gave me the necessary information." While Duncan appreciated Abigail, he kept stealing glances at Karla who made no reactions or attempts to chirp in. "
Zinnia's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed the shocking scene unfolding before her. Marcus, with his towering figure, stepped forward, reacting quickly to prevent their mother, Laila, from stumbling to the floor after receiving a slap from Ma'am Luna. The force of the impact had caught Laila off guard, and she stood there, frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief. It had been over two decades since Laila had last been slapped by her own mother, and the shock of the situation reverberated through her. She couldn't fathom how a simple act of interceding for her daughter, Zinnia, could elicit such a harsh response. The pain and confusion etched across Laila's face were palpable, and she struggled to collect herself in the aftermath of the unexpected blow. As she opened her mouth to talk, no words came out. As the tension lingered in the air, Zinnia's gaze retracted from her shocked mother and turned towards her grandmother, Ma'am Luna. There was a mixture of disappointment and
Seeing the surprise still in Duncan's face, she went on to clarify about herself."I am Rose Morgan, Ms, Karla's caretaker.""Oh. I see. Well, I had no idea you were Inside.""Sorry if I scared you. I was up, dressing her bed before cleaning the bathroom. I had to do those chores this time because I came in late.""I understand. Karla is drunk and…"Before Duncan could finish talking, Karla jerked, screaming, "No!" They were almost startled. Karla tilted her head and taking a glimpse of Rose's appalled expression, she laughed and said, "Hey, Rose, did you just see a ghost? You look funny with that expression." She giggled and grabbed Duncan's hand. "Jerk, you're still here. Thanks for not leaving me, I will make sure I reduce my frequency of calling you a jerk.""Really?" Duncan muttered, pressing his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing."Yes, I promise. But you should do this, Duncan, stop underrating me and overrating Abigail Waclaw. Nothing special about her." She frowned
Duncan's mischievous smile stretched across his face like a flicker of devilish delight. His eyes sparkled with a wicked glint as he surveyed the stunned expressions of his family members in the dining room. After his audacious statement, he reveled in the chaos he had incited. While Zinnia stood frozen, her face having a mixture of shock and indignation. She struggled to find the right words to express her outrage at Duncan's demeaning remark, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But before she could utter a single word, her mother, Laila, stepped forward to defend her honor."How dare you, you miserable, worthless thing," Laila's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Does my daughter look like a househelp? You'll forever serve this family despite being a part of it, you insignificant fool!" The room fell silent, everyone waiting for Ma'am Luna, the family's matriarch, to intervene. Ma'am Luna with her regal posture and commanding presence, obse
Lady Zelda's face freezes, her eyes widening in shock, as she struggles to register the weight of Luke's words. Her voice trembles as she seeks clarification, desperately clinging to a sliver of hope."What… what do you mean by a 'mere victory'?" She asked, stammering.Luke maintained a calm and composed demeanor, but his words carry an underlying sense of disappointment. And with a sigh, he said, "Yes, sorry to say, ma'am Zelda. I don't think your son is capable of handling the business yet." Lady Zelda's shock intensified, her disbelief etched on her face. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the ornate armchair she was seated in."What? He's a twenty-seven-year-old man, and you say he's incapable?"Luke maintains his professional stance, meeting Lady Zelda's gaze with a hint of sympathy.He firmly said, "You don't know how he lived his life the last two decades. He might be your son and the family's heir, but you should not forget that he's an undergraduate. He's ine
Duncan's heart raced in his chest as he locked eyes with Karla once again. The intensity of their gaze was undeniable, and it seemed as though time stood still at that moment. Karla, taken aback by the palpable tension, could hear the rapid beating of Duncan's heart, a subtle sign of the effect she had on him. Feeling slightly flustered, Duncan broke the eye contact, averting his gaze to regain his composure. He cleared his throat in a slightly awkward and unusual manner, trying to collect his thoughts before responding to Karla's question."W...what do you mean?" Duncan stammered, his voice betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity. Karla, sensing Duncan's unease, spoke cautiously, her eyes fixed on him, searching for answers. "I mean...Uh, I woke up this morning, and I'm just realizing that I maybe got drunk last night. So, did something perhaps take place... between us?" Duncan's mind raced as he tried to gather his thoughts. He vividly remembered the events of the previous n
Abigail took a step back, her eyes widening in astonishment as she processed the situation. She couldn't understand why Duncan had chosen not to tell Karla the truth, somehow hurting her feelings too in the process. It puzzled her, and she found herself questioning Duncan's motives. Could it be that he had feelings for Karla? The thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to entertain the idea further. Instead, Abigail mustered a smile and decided not to let this confusion ruin her day. She didn't want to bring up the topic and risk souring their time together. She hoped that there was nothing more between Duncan and Karla, and she wanted to maintain her positive outlook. Duncan, noticing her smile, asked, "So, shall we?" He gestured towards the door, indicating that they should move forward with their plans. Abigail nodded, accepting his invitation, and they began walking towards the door. As they entered the house, Abigail pushed the thoughts about Du