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
After a brief moment of intense silence, Zinnia inhaled deeply, saying, "Fine. I accept..." "But until when will she keep doing the house chores and cleaning, Mother?" Laila asked, obviously infuriated. "Isn't it enough already?" "It's until she has proven herself worthy again, sister-in-law," Bella said, tauntingly. Ma'am Luna eyed Bella and said, "Zinnia will keep doing the housework until I say it's over." "Alright, I will keep hanging," Zinnia muttered to herself, sneering. "What an obedient sweetheart you are, my wife," Duncan sarcastically said and chuckled when Laila and Zinnia shot him a bombastic side-eye. As they continued eating, Duncan felt bothered by Ma'am Luna's sudden decision. "Why has she ordered Zinnia to resume again? What's her secret reason for that?" Duncan silently thought. Some minutes later, Ma'am Luna arose and left the dining room. As she walked down the hallway, heading to her study room, she halted. Narrowing her eyes, Ma'am Luna muttered to
Back in the office, Duncan felt the need to check up on his other mother. He picked up his private phone and dialed Jack's number. "Hello, young Master?" Jack answered respectfully. "Jack, how's my mom been doing?" Duncan inquired, his voice filled with concern. "Are you asking about your other mother, Mrs. Sarah?" Jack sought clarification, aware of the unique family dynamics. Duncan nodded, even though Jack couldn't see the gesture. "Hm," he affirmed, waiting for the update. Jack reassured him, his voice conveying a sense of comfort. "She's been doing well. As you ordered, I've got one of the best nurses and doctors in the hospital to keep an eye on her and take care of her. She's recovering well now." Duncan let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the attentive care that had been arranged for his mother. "Good," he responded, his tone reflecting a mix of gratitude and satisfaction. "Thanks for the update, Jack." With that, Duncan ended the call, feeling reassured about h
Duncan and Karla stepped out of the hospital, seeking respite from the sun's intense rays. Duncan located a comfortable spot for them to sit under a canopy, positioned on a bench overlooking the front lawn."The sun is not good this morning," Duncan remarked, expressing his concern for the heat as they settled down. Karla nodded in agreement, a hint of discomfort evident on her face. "It's scorching." She sniffed, acknowledging the scorching weather. Duncan then took a moment to express his gratitude to Karla for her consistent visits to his mother. "Thank you so much for taking your time to visit my mother," he sincerely said, his appreciation apparent. Karla's response was filled with warmth. "It's nothing. We are friends, so we should have each other's back," she replied, emphasizing their bond and the importance of supporting one another. Duncan's brows furrowed in response, his gaze shifting to Karla, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Really?" he questioned, seeking fur
Tilting her head slightly, Abigail finally revealed the information she had been holding back. Her voice lowered as she spoke, adding an element of secrecy to her words."I' have got someone following Peterson Rogers," Abigail began. "Since he got out two days ago, he seems to be hiding. I've learned that he has some little debtors hunting for him. He has been exhibiting strange movements lately." Karla listened attentively, absorbing the details. Her expression remained focused, her mind already piecing together the puzzle. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in concentration."Do you perhaps know who got bailed out from the police station and suppressed the charges on him?" Karla asked, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. Abigail drummed her fingers on the desk in a calculating manner, her face reflecting the weight of her answer. With a reluctant sigh, she replied, "No, unfortunately. I haven't been able to uncover that information." Karla let out a sigh of her
Karla's eyes narrowed as she processed the information, her mind working quickly to decipher the location of "Night 101." In an instant, Abigail provided the missing context. "It is a bar, Karla," she clarified, her voice carrying a hint of impatience. Karla's initial confusion gave way to a feigned understanding. "Oh, I... I knew," she responded, her voice attempting to mask her momentary lapse. Abigail let out a dismissive scoff, clearly unimpressed by Karla's attempt at deception. "Pff and it's actually..." she began to say, seemingly ready to provide further details. But Karla, eager to take charge and begin executing her plan, swiftly cut Abigail off. "That information is enough for now. Bye," she stated abruptly, ending the call without giving Abigail a chance to say more. A smile tugged at the corners of Karla's lips as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins. "A perfect location to carry out my plan," she mutt
The exchange with the lady hinted at the presence of a confident and playful character, introducing an additional layer of intrigue to the unfolding events. Sarah, unimpressed by the lady's response, rolled her eyes and continued on her way, leaving the encounter behind. The lady, on the other hand, couldn't help but smirk at Sarah's reaction, finding amusement in the situation. With a confident stride, she continued walking forward, seemingly unfazed by the brief exchange. Meanwhile, as Peterson glanced back, his attention was caught by the presence of the exotic lady. She exuded an air of allure, dressed in a glittering short gown that accentuated her figure. His eyes filled with a mix of desire and admiration as he took in her beautiful features. The sight of her walking gracefully and slowly, surveying her surroundings, captivated his attention. He found himself particularly drawn to her bare legs, appreciating their elegance. To Peterson's surprise, as the lady's gaze met