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
Karla had installed the spyware app on Duncan's phone, a decision she had made out of concern for his well-being. The app allowed her to monitor his activities discreetly.The revelation left Julie speechless for a moment as she processed the information. The realization that Karla had taken such a drastic step to monitor Duncan's activities filled her with a mix of shock and concern."Oh my," Julie finally managed to utter, her voice a whisper filled with a mixture of disbelief and worry. She tried to comprehend the implications of Karla's actions and the potential consequences they could have. Karla, aware of the gravity of the situation, reached out to Julie, placing a hand on her arm. "I know it's extreme, Julie, but I had my reasons.""I don't know your reasons, Karla, but all I can say is you're going too far. He's not even your boyfriend, and you're already spying on him. It's somewhat ridiculous," Julie said, her tone reflecting a mix of concern and disbelief. Karla felt
With determined steps, he approached the cupboard, his heart pounding in his chest. Pulling open the drawer, Duncan's hand trembled slightly as he reached for the diary. The leather-bound book felt cool and worn in his grasp, its weight a testament to the years it had weathered. He paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath, as if preparing himself for what lay beyond the cover. With a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, Duncan carefully opened the diary to the latter half. The pages were filled with cryptic writings, a maze of symbols, and enigmatic phrases that danced across the faded parchment. Each stroke of ink seemed to hold a hidden story, waiting to be deciphered. Duncan's gaze was captivated by the cryptic writings, his mind racing to make sense of the puzzle laid out before him. He traced his fingers along the intricate lines, feeling an inexplicable connection to the words as if they held the key to unlocking secrets from the past. Time seemed to stand still as D
Regaining her voice after some seconds of eerie silence, Ma'am Luna asked, "What did you say? Who?" Zinnia, too, seemed taken aback by Ma'am Luna's response, her eyes widening in response to the older woman's evident distress. Duncan's gaze shifted between the two, searching for answers in their expressions, but the gravity of the situation remained elusive. Without uttering a word, Duncan observed the unspoken tension in the room, sensing that there was more to the story than he could comprehend. The air seemed heavy with unspoken secrets, leaving him eager to uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface. Ma'am Luna's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and intrigue as she asked the question that weighed heavily on her mind for clarification. "Was it the Walton Group of Companies that snatched the contract from us?" Her words hung in the air, laden with a sense of betrayal and longing for answers. Zinnia, her expression solemn, nodded in affirmation. "Yes, G