Duncan sat back comfortably, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he held the phone to his ear. As he listened intently, he could clearly hear the rapid, pounding beats of Peterson's racing heartbeat, a clear indication of his furious state. Duncan couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of knowing how greatly enraged Peterson was. Just as Duncan was about to respond to Peterson's angry demand for money, Karla, who stood next to him, gestured with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Duncan, I need my money, don't you…" Sensing the opportunity for a well-timed prank, Duncan seized it. He abruptly pressed the end call button, cutting off Peterson's voice before he could finish his sentence. Duncan turned his attention to Karla, his laughter bubbling up from deep within. The two of them shared a moment of pure amusement, reveling in the hilarity of the situation he had orchestrated. The tension that had been building between them and Peterson was temporarily forgott
When Lady Zelda heard Duncan mutter about "dealing with the enemies," she was puzzled and sought clarification. "What do you mean by 'dealing with the enemies'?" Duncan, caught off guard that she had overheard him, quickly composed himself, putting his phone back into his pocket and shrugging. "I was just kidding," he replied, trying to downplay his remark. He didn't want to worry his mother or create unnecessary concern. Sensing her skepticism, Duncan redirected the conversation, "So, how did you see the updates of the business?" "Well, you insisted on showing them to me, even though I fully trust in your capabilities, my son. You've been doing a great job, especially considering it's only been a couple of months since you took over. I'm proud of you." Her words brought a smile to Duncan's face, and he felt a surge of pride and gratitude. He appreciated his mother's unwavering support and belief in his abilities. Her hand on his and her leaning posture conveyed her affection
Smiling, Karla asked, "So, what now?""I will make Peterson suffer more. The video from last night had gone viral," Duncan said, his determination evident. He walked towards his bike parked in the parking space, with Karla following closely. As they reached the bike, Karla couldn't help but inquire, "Where are you going?""I'm going to see Abigail," Duncan replied, glancing back at Karla. Karla's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why are you going to see her?" Duncan paused, reflecting on his thoughts. "She helped me. We need to talk. I feel she did something more for me." Karla twitched her mouth and folded her arms, clearly not convinced. "I'm coming with you." Duncan turned towards her, a determined expression on his face. "No. You're not." Karla seemed taken aback by his response, but Duncan's decision was final. He hopped on his bike and revved the engine, ready to embark on his journey to meet Abigail, leaving Karla behind with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She p
Abigail regarded Karla, her curiosity mingled with a flicker of surprise. She had not anticipated such a confession, and her mind raced to decipher the meaning behind Karla's words. The room filled with a charged atmosphere, as the three of them stood, each grappling with their own emotions. Finally, Duncan cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself as he spoke to Abigail. "Please consider Karla's apology," he said, his voice carrying a touch of authority. Abigail adjusted her gown, straightening her posture, and flicked her hair in a dismissive gesture. The action almost provoked a hiss from Karla, but she managed to maintain her composure, waiting anxiously for Abigail's response. "Well, I guess she only apologized because of you," Abigail replied, shrugging nonchalantly before returning to her seat. Her dismissive tone implied that she didn't consider Karla's apology to be genuine or sincere. Rolling her eyes in frustration, Karla opened her mouth to retort, ready to d
In The Burton Mansion After Karla ended the call, Samuel found himself sitting in the living room, overwhelmed with devastation. His thoughts consumed him, rendering him unresponsive to the world around him. Meanwhile, in the dining room, Ciara finished setting the table for dinner and noticed Samuel's despondent state. Approaching him with a sigh, Ciara gently called out to him, her voice filled with concern. "Sweetheart, dinner is ready," she informed him, hoping to bring him back to the present moment. Samuel remained lost in his thoughts, his silence speaking volumes. Sensing his distress, Ciara took a seat next to him and reached out to touch his hand, offering comfort and support. "Oh, dear, did you say anything?" He asked, jolting back to reality."I said dinner was ready," she replied."Ah, I kind of lost my appetite," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation and his words tinged with a lack of appetite. Ciara, however, sensed that there w
With a slight smirk, Duncan's heart skipped a beat as he watched the unexpected video, unsure of what he was about to witness and the consequences it might bring. He braced himself for whatever was captured on the screen, prepared to face the outcome of his calculated message and the impact it had on Zinnia and their relationship. But as Duncan watched the video playing on Zinnia's phone, his eyes widened in realization. Within the first few seconds, it became clear that the footage was none other than the viral video where he had orchestrated Peterson to kneel before him. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and he couldn't help but tilt his head in satisfaction."Bingo," Duncan muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and triumph. The unexpected turn of events had worked in his favor, and he couldn't contain his satisfaction. Zinnia, growing impatient and confused by Duncan's silence, raised her voice and demanded, "Won't you speak? What is
With that, Duncan abruptly ended the call, reveling in the power he held over Peterson and relishing in the thought of leaving him to face the consequences of their shared actions alone. Little did Duncan know that his refusal would set off a series of events that would challenge his own assumptions and change the course of his life in unexpected ways."Now, you will rot in jail, Peterson. More charges will be thrown at you, and you will face the brutal consequences of messing with me," Duncan muttered to himself, relishing in the thought of Peterson's impending downfall. The satisfaction of his own perceived victory fueled his arrogance. As Duncan turned, he was taken aback to find Zinnia standing at the door of the room, her arms folded. Her presence startled him, and he couldn't help but wonder if she had overheard his vindictive muttering. She stood there with a straight face, giving away no emotions, which only intensified Duncan's unease. As Zinnia walked towards him in a
"He is Zinnia's unfortunate husband," Peterson uttered with a bitter tone. "That bitch was at my beck and call before I lost my fortune." Sarah raised an eyebrow, absorbing the revelation about Zinnia's marital status. "Oh, so Duncan is Zinnia's husband. Interesting. And what is Duncan's involvement in your financial downfall?" she inquired, seeking to understand the connection. Peterson's frustration was palpable as he responded, "He is definitely involved, Sarah. I can feel it in my gut. I just have not been able to piece together how he is connected to the Waltons and their influence." Sarah leaned back in her seat, contemplating the situation. "So, what is our plan now?" she asked, emphasizing the word "our" to convey their shared commitment."We made a deal, Sarah," Peterson explained, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and disappointment. "Duncan promised to help me regain my lost wealth, which mysteriously vanished. But after what I did to secure my release, he abandone