Taken aback by Abigail's changed mood and staring at her clenched fist, Duncan's concerned inquiry caught Abigail off guard, momentarily breaking through her façade. His leaning forward and the genuine worry in his voice made her realize that perhaps her attempt to hide her emotions had failed.As he asked, "Abigail, are you okay?" she slowly released her clenched fists, feeling the tension easing from her fingers. She took a deep breath and composed herself, realizing that she needed to readjust her approach. Her uneasiness was apparent as she shifted in her seat, trying to regain her composure. "Um, I think it's my weariness kicking in," she replied, her voice laced with feigned vulnerability. "It happens sometimes, and I can't help it." Duncan's concern deepened, and his voice softened. "So, hearing me mention Karla's name kicked in your weariness? I'm sorry, Abigail." Feeling a mixture of emotions—frustration, disappointment, and a wave of lingering anger—Abigail forced a
Abigail's eyes widened in surprise. The gravity of Duncan's request sank in, and she understood the gravity of the consequences that could follow. She carefully considered her actions, weighing the potential impact on her own life and the ethical implications of such a drastic act. Taking a deep breath, Abigail replied, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Duncan, I understand your desire for justice, but wiping out someone's entire fortune is a serious action. It could have severe legal consequences for both of us. Have you considered the potential risks involved?" Duncan's gaze remained unwavering as he responded, his voice resolute. "I'm aware of the risks, Abigail. But I'm willing to take them. Peterson Rogers has caused irreparable damage, and I believe this is the only way to bring him to his knees." Abigail sighed, realizing that Duncan's determination was unwavering. She knew that persuading him otherwise would be challenging. "Okay, Duncan. I
As Abigail sat up on the bed lost in her thoughts, the door suddenly opened, causing her to snap out of her reverie. Linda, her assistant, and Xia, her bodyguard, walked into the room, their concerned expressions immediately catching Abigail's attention."Ms. Abigail, are you okay?" Linda inquired, her voice filled with genuine concern. Abigail couldn't help but smile unconsciously, her happiness radiating from within."Hm? What...?" Abigail blinked in confusion, momentarily unaware of the change in her demeanor."You look very happy now compared to earlier," Xia remarked, her observant nature picking up on Abigail's transformed mood. Abigail blinked again, processing their words. She realized that her internal joy had manifested on her face without her even realizing it. Quickly, she straightened her dress and composed herself, putting on a serious expression."Let's leave," she simply said, her tone commanding. With that, she walked out of the room, her companions, Linda and Xia,
At that moment, Zinnia's mind was filled with apprehension as she visualized the potentially devastating impact the video of her cleaning the kitchen could have on her self-image if Duncan decided to upload it. Overwhelmed by the fear of embarrassment and humiliation, she made a quick decision to surrender to his demands. Meanwhile, Duncan observed the situation with a smirk, thoroughly amused by Zinnia's internal struggle. He leaned back comfortably on the couch, casually whistling a tune as he awaited her response. Summoning all her courage, Zinnia forced a smile, determined to appease Duncan and avoid any further consequences. "Alright, I'll clean your shoes," she reluctantly agreed, her voice tinged with hidden frustration. Duncan nodded in satisfaction, his gaze flickering to her tightly clenched fists, relishing in her visible effort to suppress her anger. "Give me the shoes." Eager to comply, Zinnia extended her hand toward Duncan, silently urging him to hand over the s
The next morning, Duncan's phone rang, and he saw it was a call from Lady Zelda, his mother. Curiosity piqued, he answered the call and listened as she spoke. Lady Zelda informed him that she was at the Walton Domicile and that someone important wanted to see him. Intrigued and slightly puzzled, Duncan agreed to make his way there. Upon arriving at the Walton Domicile, Duncan was greeted by Babette who reminded him of a promise he had apparently made. She brought up the idea of celebrating his victory in winning the contract, suggesting they have a little party to commemorate the achievement. Duncan, however, seemed preoccupied and declined the offer. "I'm sorry, but I'm occupied at the moment," he replied, his mind seemingly focused on other matters. "But let's finalize something in the company instead," he proposed, attempting to redirect the conversation to a more business-oriented topic. Babette nodded in understanding and left, respecting Duncan's wish to prioritize his c
Duncan couldn't help but wonder what sort of a person his father was and what kind of miseries he had endured. He still battled to recall his childhood memories with his family since he had the incident when he was young that led his adopted mother to take him. Conflicting emotions swirled within Duncan's mind. Should he respect his father's plea and put the diary back untouched, or should he venture further into the pages, hoping to uncover the truth behind the mysterious words? It was a moment of decision, one that would determine whether he would honor his father's request or satisfy his burning curiosity. As Duncan stood there, torn between respecting the writer's wishes and unlocking the secrets within, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there might be something important hidden within those pages. The allure of the unknown tugged at him, urging him to dive deeper into the diary's contents. With a mixture of trepidation and determination, Duncan turned to the next pag
Peterson's thoughts raced, trying to piece together any clues or explanations. Has there been some sort of error or glitch? Or worse, had he fallen victim to a malicious act? The uncertainty gnawed at him, and a mixture of frustration and fear settled in his chest. Peterson knew he needed to take immediate action. With trembling hands, he dialed the customer service number for his bank, hoping to get some answers and resolve the alarming situation. As he waited anxiously for someone to answer on the other end of the line, he couldn't shake off the sinking feeling that his life had taken an unexpected turn, and he was about to face a daunting financial crisis. Frustration and impatience welled up within Peterson as the call to the bank's customer service continued to go unanswered. Growling in exasperation, he abruptly stood up, tossing the phone onto the bed. His voice resonated throughout the room as he expressed his frustration with the empty air."What's happening?" he question
"What are you doing?" Duncan finally managed to ask, his voice filled with a mix of bewilderment and gratitude. Karla's focus remained on her task as she spread the ointment carefully, her touch gentle yet purposeful. "I'm taking care of you," she replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of tenderness. Duncan found himself at a loss for words as he watched Karla's attentive and caring actions. He hadn't expected this level of care from her, but he couldn't deny the comfort it brought him. The tension within him slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth and appreciation. As Karla finished applying the ointment, she carefully placed the small sterile adhesive bandage over the blister, ensuring it was secure. She took a step back, her eyes meeting Duncan's with a gentle smile."There," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "That should help protect it and prevent any further irritation." Duncan's lips curled into a grateful smile. "Thank you, Karla," he whispered,