A few days had passed since the incident, and Alice found herself hunched over her desk in the confines of her office. The room was dimly lit, with papers scattered haphazardly, creating an atmosphere of urgency and determination. She was engrossed in her work, diligently poring over files, as if trying to find a solution to her current predicament.With her brow furrowed in deep concentration, Alice's fingers danced across the keyboard as she composed an email. It was a crucial message to the Thompson's company, pleading with them to reconsider their decision regarding the profit share. The mere thought of a measly 25% profit share sent a surge of frustration through her veins, as she knew that kind of return meant potential losses for her.However, Alice recognized that she couldn't afford to let her emotions dictate her actions. The collaboration with the Thompson's company was crucial for her aspirations of reaching the top five, or perhaps even top three, in the entire country. S
Chapter 12"I am very sorry," she said, her voice full of remorse. "I shouldn't have jumped into conclusions so hastily." She paused, reflecting on the advice her mother had given her countless times. "Thank God my mum always told me not to jump into conclusions too quickly."She looked at him, seeking forgiveness and understanding, as her words continued to flow. "I truly apologize for my earlier assumptions," she said sincerely. He nodded affirmatively, accepting her apology and signaling that they could move forward.With the weight of her mistake lifted, he shifted the conversation to the matter at hand. "So, what's going on? Were you able to speak to the Thompson's CEO about your collaboration?" His tone was curious, but also concerned. "Did they provide a reasonable explanation for putting it on hold?" he asked, hoping for some positive news. However, her answer left him disappointed.She shook her head, her expression revealing her disappointment as well. "No," she replied, her
Chapter 12"I am very sorry," she said, her voice full of remorse. "I shouldn't have jumped into conclusions so hastily." She paused, reflecting on the advice her mother had given her countless times. "Thank God my mum always told me not to jump into conclusions too quickly."She looked at him, seeking forgiveness and understanding, as her words continued to flow. "I truly apologize for my earlier assumptions," she said sincerely. He nodded affirmatively, accepting her apology and signaling that they could move forward.With the weight of her mistake lifted, he shifted the conversation to the matter at hand. "So, what's going on? Were you able to speak to the Thompson's CEO about your collaboration?" His tone was curious, but also concerned. "Did they provide a reasonable explanation for putting it on hold?" he asked, hoping for some positive news. However, her answer left him disappointed.She shook her head, her expression revealing her disappointment as well. "No," she replied, her
Chapter fourteenWith an air of sophistication, Charlie stepped into the, his polished shoes gliding across the floor. His well-tailored suit accentuated his refined appearance, and a hint of mystery radiated from his confident demeanor. As he entered the restaurant, his hand casually tucked into his pocket, adding a touch of casual elegance to his presence.Making his way towards the designated table, Charlie's eyes were drawn to the woman who had captured his attention. She exuded a timeless beauty, her features captivating and alluring. However, upon closer inspection, he sensed that there were subtle signs of maturity, suggesting that she was perhaps older than she initially appeared.Reflecting on the butler's information, Charlie speculated that she must be in her early or late thirties. Despite the slight discrepancy in age, he couldn't deny the deep intrigue he felt towards this captivating woman sitting before him.The lady greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes fixed intent
Chapter fifteenCharlie leaned in slightly, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "It has become apparent to me that you hold a deep resentment towards the Thompson family. I don't mean to pry into your personal matters, but I can't help but be curious. Are they genuinely bad people? Should I reconsider collaborating with them?"Victoria's response was swift as she shook her head, a quick and decisive gesture of denial."I understand that it is a personal matter for you," Charlie responded neutrally, his expression attentive as Victoria began to explain her feelings towards the Thompson family. He listened intently as she shared her frustrations, highlighting her lack of compatibility with the CEO and his interference in her relationship with his brother."It seems that the CEO had certain expectations for you as a potential partner for his brother," Charlie speculated, carefully choosing his words. "And when those expectations were not met, he made assumptions and took actions that led
Chapter sixteenGetting home, the butler quickly approached him with a warm smile on his face. "You are welcome, young master," he said, bowing slightly as a sign of respect. Gesturing towards the door, he invited him to enter. "How did the meeting go with Miss Victoria? Did you both get along?" the butler inquired, his tone filled with curiosity. He nodded in response, indicating that the meeting had gone well. "We did, but we couldn't get down to business," he admitted with a hint of amusement. "We got caught up in personal conversation instead. I must say, I admire her assertive nature; she has quite a captivating style." As he spoke, he shrugged off his suit, casually dropping it on the edge of the sofa. The attentive butler quickly retrieved the garment, ready to take care of it."Personal matters, like what," the butler argued, a note of skepticism in his voice. He found it hard to believe that Miss Victoria would discuss anything personal with someone she barely knew. It puzz
Chapter seventeen"You are a grown-up man," Mr. Thompson spoke with a tinge of disappointment laced within his words, "and you couldn't keep your marriage. It's disappointing that neither of you took marital life seriously."His statement hung in the air, casting a momentary shadow over the room. Charlie's initial instinct was to reply harshly, to defend himself and his choices, but he steeled himself, choosing instead to maintain his composure. With an internal sigh, he greeted his uncle with a warm smile, acknowledging him before taking a seat.The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly, as the rest of the family followed suit, settling onto the comfortable sofas in a collective motion. Tension mingled with affection, a delicate balance between familial bonds and the weight of expectations."Dad, did you think I was happy being a divorcee? Was it my fault that I married someone who was only after my money?" Charlie's voice carried a mix of frustration and vulnerability as he let hi
Chapter eighteenMr. Thompson, rose from his seat, his movements hesitant and deliberative. He glanced around the cozy living room, his eyes searching for an escape route as he contemplated leaving the room. Meanwhile, Charlie, a confident and determined young man, stood up with a resolute expression on his face, positioning himself opposite his father. The tension in the air was palpable as Charlie prepared to confront this delicate situation head-on, his voice steady and unwavering. It was clear that he was ready to challenge his father's decision, unafraid to voice his opinions and opinions about Fiona's qualifications, despite the lingering familial dynamic."That's why she has to get married to the man in our business line," Mr. Thompson declared firmly, his voice tinged with a sense of determination and conviction. He continued, with a conviction that hinted at his desire to safeguard the future of the family company. "Her suitor has to be the one who knows about our business, a
Epilogue.Mr Thompson has tried all his possible best to make sure Judas's was charged to court. But it was as expected .. As the judge's words echoed through the courtroom, a sense of finality settled over the room. The Judas's eyes locked onto the judge, disbelief and despair etched on their face. Their lawyer's expression turned grim, their eyes cast downward in defeat.The sound of handcuffs clicking into place broke the silence, a harsh reminder of the consequences that lay ahead. The defendant's family rushed forward, tears streaming down their faces as they reached out in desperation.The bailiffs led the Judas away, their footsteps echoing through the courtroom like a death knell. The prosecutor's nod of satisfaction was a stark contrast to the despair that filled the room.As the door closed behind the defendant, the judge's gaze lingered, a hint of empathy flickering in their eyes. The cost of justice had been exacted, but at what price? The courtroom slowly emptied, leaving
Charlie stormed into Detective George's office, his eyes blazing with determination. "I want to see Michael. Now."The detective nodded, leading him to the cell where Michael was being held. As they approached, Charlie's smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph."Ah, Michael. Finally. I thought you could escape the world," Charlie said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Michael looked up, a sly smile spreading across his face. He rose from the cot, his eyes locked onto Charlie's, and began to walk closer, the bars of the cell separating them."You must be thinking you're some kind of hero, feeling overexcited," Michael sneered, his voice laced with mockery.Charlie's smirk never wavered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're the one who's been playing games, Michael. But the game is over. You've lost."The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with animosity. Michael's eyes gleamed with defiance, but Charlie's gaze remained unwavering, his confidence and determination
Leo drove into his compound, the gates closing behind him. He and Charlie stepped out of the car, walked into the house, and headed straight to the bar. Charlie poured them each a beer, and they settled in for a relaxing evening. The bar was a cozy sanctuary, a place to unwind and leave their worries behind. But just as they were savoring the moment, Leo's phone buzzed with a missed call from the detective. His eyes locked onto the screen, his expression turning serious. .The detective's call was like a sudden interruption, a reminder that life's mysteries and challenges were always just a phone call away. Charlie's eyes lit up as he answered the phone, his voice eager. "Hello, Detective?" He listened intently, his expression changing from curiosity to excitement. "Hey Mr. Thompson, I wanted to inform you that there's progress in the search for Michael and his father," Detective George announced, his voice firm and reassuring. "We received a message from an unknown source, and he's
"Charlie is right. I know it's difficult but we have to leave our past behind us. We have to form one beautiful family. We have sorry everything has to happen kill this" Fiona's words were a gentle plea, a heartfelt appeal to let go of the past and unite as a family. But Judas's response was a bitter rebuke, his voice laced with sarcasm and pain."What do you all know about it?" he sneered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think forgiveness is just a simple matter of forgetting the past? Forgetting the pain, the struggle, the betrayal? You think it's that easy?"Alice's words were a soft counterpoint, a gentle attempt to soothe Judas's hurt. "Sometimes, we have to let go of the pain, Judas. We can't keep living in the past. We have to move on, for our own sake."But Judas's scoff was a harsh rejection, a bitter laugh that dismissed their naivety. "Move on?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think I can just forget what happened? Forget the feeling of being abandoned
Judas's tone was laced with sarcasm, his words dripping with disdain. "Well, that's impressive, I see how much understanding you're in, after all these years," he said, his eyes rolling in mockery.Mrs. Fiona's face fell, her eyes filled with remorse. "Judas, I know my family has hurt you and your mother. I am very sorry," she apologized, her voice sincere.Judas's laughter was cold and mirthless. "Don't apologize to me... and moreover, I am not haunted. No one can hurt me unless I let them. It was my mother you guys haunted. And I think I blame her for being so simple. I promised myself I'd leave my life of commanding fear," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of darkness.Charlotte's voice was laced with a hint of desperation. "Judas, please... stop talking about the past. You already told me you have a bargain; will you talk about it since you're not ready to accept us as your family?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of concern and frustration.Judas's smirk was
The family gathered in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the door as they waited for Charlie's arrival. The sound of his car pulling up outside was followed by the creak of the door opening, and Charlie stepped inside with Leo by his side. Judas, his face obscured by a hat, brought up the rear, his confident stride commanding attention.As they approached, the family rose to their feet, their faces filled with expectation. Mrs. Thompson's eyes shone with pride as she embraced Charlie. "Charlie, I know this is big, but I am proud of you. You could go on live TV and say those words out loud," she said, her voice filled with emotion.Charlie's smile was radiant, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Mom, I this shouldn't be about me. I told you I have something important to tell. And I think we put our attention to it," he began, his voice filled with conviction. The room was electric with tension, the family's hearts pounding in unison as they waited for Charlie's revelation. Leo's eyes
The director's voice broke the silence, signaling the end of the show. "We've come to the end of the show. Please drop your opinions in the comment section."As Charlie stood up to leave the studio, his phone rang out, piercing the silence. He hesitated for a moment, then answered it, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Detective George," he said, his voice firm."Was everything you said true, Charlie?" Detective George's voice came from the other end of the line, laced with a hint of skepticism. "Is that why you wanted me to withdraw the case?"Charlie's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening. "Every word was true, Detective. And I wanted you to withdraw the case because I knew my family's secrets would only bring more pain and suffering. I wanted to protect my family, no matter the cost."The camera lingered on Charlie's face, capturing the tension and emotion etched on his features. The audience was left wondering what would happen next, their minds racing with questions and th
Charlie sat down, his eyes fixed on the camera lens, a determined look on his face. The studio lights cast a warm glow on his features, and the director's voice was calm and professional. "Mr. Thompson, you're on a live chat. Please, go ahead and say what you have to say to the world."Charlie's expression turned solemn, his voice firm as he began to speak. "I am Charlie Thompson, and I'm here to reveal a long-buried secret in my family. A secret that has haunted us for far too long. Today, I want to talk about my grandfather, James death and his life'."He paused, his eyes scanning the camera lens as if searching for the right words. "For years, we've been told that James was a good man and a very truthful one, but it was entirely a lie."The air was thick with anticipation, the studio silent except for the soft hum of the cameras. Charlie's words hung in the air like a challenge, a promise of revelations to come. The world was watching, and Charlie was ready to expose the secrets t
Charlie walked into Detective George's office, a determined look on his face. The detective gestures him to sit "Detective, I want to withdraw the case against my grandfather."Detective George raised an eyebrow, surprise etched on his face. "Are you sure about this, Charlie? We're talking about a murder investigation here. It's a serious offense."Charlie's eyes locked onto Detective George's, his gaze unwavering. "I'm sure, Detective. I want to withdraw the case. I know it's serious, but I have my reasons."Detective George's expression was skeptical, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure about this, Mr. Charlie? Withdrawing a murder case is not a trivial matter. It's a serious offense, and the legal implications are significant."Charlie's hand on the table clenched into a fist, his jaw set in determination. "I understand that, Detective. But I want to withdraw the case. I can't disclose my reasons, but I assure you, it's the right thing to do."The detective's eyes narrowed,