In the public eye, Jessica Choy is revered as the saint-like princess of Gerald and Sons Corporation, a conglomerate on par with BellRox Corporation in size. While everyone believes Jessica, the only daughter of Gerald, the owner of G&S Corp, has it all – wealth, beauty, intelligence, kind heart– her true self remains concealed behind a facade of charity and generosity."Did your friend finally get discharged from the hospital?" Gerald, her father, inquired."Yes, Dad," Jessica replied, a hint of fear lacing her voice. She stood in front of his table as he sat imposingly on his leather chair."I know you did it, don't you?" Gerald stated, glaring at his daughter."What do you mean, Dad?" she deflected, avoiding his gaze."I know you two well. Saintly? Kind? Ha!" He snorted. "I know that what happened was not an accident. You made her fall off the stage, didn't you?""It was really an accident, Dad," she insisted, clutching her dress anxiously. Despite her denial, her father was right;
Lucille, unaware of the chaos outside, focused on searching for something in the library."Are these all books about lucid dreams and altered memories? There's nothing that tells about what happened to me," she exclaimed, frustrated. She had already checked the internet and was slightly hopeful to find answers in the old books in the library, but to her disappointment, nothing addressed her questions about her weird encounters."Is this really just me being confused, or why is she going after me?" she mused aloud. Suddenly, she jolted when Drake leaned over her shoulder."Aahh!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth as the librarian shot her a deathly glare. She promptly dragged Drake out of the library and demanded, "Why are you here?""Why? Can't I see you?" he innocently replied."No, but aren't you supposed to be at work?" she asked."I am, but I came to pick you up," he said with a smile."Pick me up? I still have to wait for approval for the internship. You can't just pick me up and
Drake felt baffled by Zack's assumption, yet he saw it as a potential opportunity. "Why does he think Lucille has the system? Or perhaps he assumes I'm clueless?" he pondered silently. Choosing not to react and risk confirming Zack's mistaken belief, Drake shifted his attention, feigning interest in Lucille."What happened to you? Why didn't you tell me?" Drake asked, gently holding Lucille's face, his concern masking any hint of his own confusion.Lucille continued trembling, hesitant to reveal Felicia's threat looming over them. "It's nothing. Just a panic attack. I might be remembering things wrong," she mumbled, glancing uneasily at Felicia, who still gave her the creeps."What's the deal here? Are you protecting your boyfriend?" Felicia taunted."Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything to you!" Lucille's grip on Drake tightened in desperation."Really? Are you asking that?" Felicia's expression darkened as she shifted her gaze toward Drake. "Remember how you 'handled'
Drake felt a surge of anxiety as Zack, under his Felicia Mendez disguise, acquired a high-level item from the system despite being suspended. The realization that Zack might have someone backing him up, particularly if that someone was also a system user, unsettled him deeply."Where did he get those items? He even survived a fall," Drake muttered, his eyes fixed on Felicia as she crawled back up inside the office."Do you think you can kill me twice?" Zack(Felicia) growled, the memory of Drake's initial attempt to end him flashing through his mind."I think I can," Drake replied bluntly. He stood up and approached Zack, intending to push him off the window again. To his surprise, a bullet narrowly missed him, and his reflexes allowed him to safely roll away."Let's go, Lucille," he said, carrying her in his arms, leaving his office to escape the sudden rain of bullets from a gunman in the building across from them."Coward! Come back here!" Zack yelled. He was about to run after them
In the hushed confines of a private hospital, Eleanor gingerly settled into a chair within the doctor's office. A stern-faced female physician stood across from her, diligently explaining something that seemed to elude Eleanor's grasp."There is no way, I am pregnant," she insisted."But you told me that your period had stopped, and you also honestly admitted that you had slept with someone," the female doctor patiently replied.“I did… but… but…”Over the past few days, an overwhelming lethargy and occasional waves of nausea have seized her, sparking worry that her illness has resurfaced. To spare Drake from undue worry, she had opted to face this alone."Your symptoms are indicative of a possible pregnancy. That's why I recommend getting an ultrasound. However, I understand the cost concerns here, so I'll write you a referral. You can avail yourself of a free ultrasound at the public hospital," the doctor gently suggested, her pen gliding over the referral note. Her eyes momentarily
Eleanor sat there, torn between the weight of her emotions and the gravity of the decision ahead. Drake's unexpected reaction had thrown her for a loop, and his words lingered in the air, "It's your body. You decide if you will keep it or let it go."The room fell into an uneasy silence as Eleanor grappled with the complexity of her situation. Lucille, sensing the need for support, gently placed a comforting hand on Eleanor's shoulder."Ely," Lucille began, her voice soft, "this is a decision only you can make. It's important to consider what's best for you, emotionally, physically, and mentally."Eleanor nodded, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. The trauma of that night with Zack, the fear of disappointing her brother, and the overwhelming prospect of motherhood weighed heavily on her shoulders.Drake, breaking the silence, spoke with a sincerity that cut through the tension in the room. "I want you to know, Eleanor, that whatever decision you make, I'm here for you. We'll
Director Marianne paced anxiously back and forth in her dimly lit office, her worry intensifying with each passing moment as she awaited Drake's call."It's already midnight. Why isn't he contacting me?" she grumbled, repeatedly checking her phone as she continued to pace. The events at BellRox over the past day have been extreme, leaving Marianne on edge about Drake's well-being."Felicia Mendez died in a strange manner, and an unknown gunman targeted Drake's office. What kind of dangerous trouble is he in? And why isn't he telling me anything? Don't tell me he's dead too?"Despite her desperate desire to know Drake's current situation, she hesitated to call him, unwilling to appear overly concerned. She still had her pride to maintain, even after he had rejected her feelings."Come on! Call me!" she exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice. "Ah!"She nearly dropped her phone when, all of a sudden, Drake's caller ID appeared on her screen. Clearing her throat, she composed herself
Eleanor's eyes widened in disbelief, her gaze darting between Drake and the hotel director. "Royal Eleanor Hotel?" she echoed, her voice a blend of surprise and awe. Drake nodded, savoring the moment. "Yes, Ely. I wanted you to have a place where you can stay comfortably during these times, and this is it." Lucille, still grappling with the information, managed to stammer, "You... you named a hotel after her?" Drake chuckled. "Not just any hotel. This is a special place, a sanctuary for us. No harm will come to you here." “When did you prepare this?” Eleanor asked, her astonishment palpable. “Hmm, around a month ago. This was intended for your birthday, but circumstances required it now,” he replied, a hint of regret in his voice. “Where did you get the money for this?” Eleanor asked, her disbelief lingering as she tried to fathom the luxurious reality unfolding before her eyes. “My investments have been fruitful, Ely. You just have to trust me, and you'll live a carefree life,”