Mrs Williams couldn't help but burst out laughing. The captain just exposed himself; he took care of the first incident; he left nothing behind, not even a pebble of evidence; and Captain Logan claims he has evidence.“Is this some kind of rehearsal or... I don't understand. Why are you trying to ruin my image? I can't do that to Avery, my beloved Avery.”Logan stepped forward with handcuffs on his hands.“Don't even think of denying it; we have all the evidence with us, and you are coming to the station.”Mrs Williams's face hardens, and she roars.“What evidence are you talking about? Why don't you show them? Show everybody here that I am responsible for the incident.”Mrs Williams's cheeks moved.“Or did you hear it from somewhere and acted without proof?”Everybody looks at Logan, and Mr Williams and Cynthia step forward to block Mrs. Williams; they can't allow something like this to continue.It will be a slap in the face.Jeremy uttered.“Do you have any proof, Captain Logan? I
Mr Williams didn't know what to say; she knew her secret had been exposed. How was she going to face her husband, her family? Her mind raced, thoughts of guilt and shame swirling like a storm in her head. The pain of her deception was almost unbearable, but the fear of the consequences was even more terrifying.What a big disgrace; this isn't how a woman like her should be treated.The silence from Mrs. Williams only seemed to enrage George Bushman further. His eyes, already bloodshot with anger, grew even more intense as he raised his fist and struck Mrs. Williams squarely in the face."Punch!"The sound of bone and flesh colliding was sickening, and the force of the blow knocked Mrs. Williams to the ground. But Bushman was not done yet. He raised his hand again, delivering another powerful punch to her already battered face."Punch!"Neither Avery nor Mr. Williams seemed to react to Bushman's action towards Mrs Williams, their eyes were fixed on nothing, their expressions blank and
Mrs. Williams dropped to her knees, a desperate plea forming on her lips as she realized her predicament."I'm so sorry," she said, her voice a raspy whisper. "I don't know what came over me. Avery was doing so well, and I just wanted the best for her, for her to have all the opportunities she deserved. I didn't mean any harm."Her words hung in the air, a plea for understanding that fell on deaf ears. The damage had been done, and now she would have to face the consequences of her actions.Jeremy's voice rose in anger, his words cutting through the thick tension of the room."You did this to my wife?" he spat, his rage palpable in the air. "You almost jeopardized her name, her life, all because you thought you knew better?"Mrs. Williams remained silent, her head bowed in defeat. There was nothing she could say that would undo the harm she had caused, nothing that would absolve her of her crime.Mr Williams knows what his wife did was wrong, and he knows this might destroy the littl
Jeremy couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he watched Avery make the decision about the Williams family. Despite her initial fear of losing her ties with them in the past, she had chosen to do what was right, and he couldn't have been happier."She made the right choice," he thought, his chest swelling with admiration. "I'm proud to be standing by her side."Jeremy knew that Avery's fear of losing her place in the Williams family had held her back for too long. If only she had known that her husband was the true power behind the company's success, perhaps she would have found the courage to stand up for herself sooner."She deserves to be known for her own talents," he mused. "And I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it. Avery Williams will be a force to be reckoned with in the business world, with or without the Williams name."Jeremy knew that the time to reveal the truth about his involvement in the company was drawing near, but for now, he was content to support Aver
With a sense of mounting dread, George Bushman pulled up the stock market app on his phone, his trembling fingers fumbling with the screen. The chart for Everything Luxury's stock price stared back at him, a stark reminder of just how much he stood to lose.His heart thundered in his chest as he watched the numbers dance before his eyes, a sickening feeling of defeat washing over him. The stock had reduced to 70% of its original value, a staggering drop that left Bushman reeling."No... no," he whispered, his voice hoarse with disbelief.The reality of the situation was like a punch to the gut, and George Bushman doubled over, a low, ragged cry escaping his lips. "Please, no. What did that foolish boy do? Who did he offend?" he wailed, his voice cracking with despair.Just as the weight of his losses threatened to crush him entirely, his phone rang, the name "Jefferson" glowing on the screen. Bushman swallowed hard, wiping the tears from his face as he answered with a voice thick with
Mr. Williams wore his shame like a cloak, suffocating in his guilt as he stood in the hospital parking lot, waiting for Avery. When she finally emerged, he rushed toward her, his words spilling forth in a torrent of remorse."Avery, I am so sorry," he pleaded, his eyes filled with anguish. "I can't begin to express how terrible I feel for what happened to you. Please forgive me for not protecting you better."Avery stopped short, the weight of Mr. Williams' words hitting her like a physical blow. Her expression was one of shock and disbelief as if she couldn't quite believe the sincerity in his tone."Grandpa, you don't have to apologize," she said softly, her voice catching in her throat. "This wasn't your fault."Mr. Williams shook his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "No, Avery, it was my fault. I should have known that your grandmother was dangerous, that she would do anything to hurt you."Avery stepped forward, reaching out to place a hand on Mr. Williams' arm. "Gran
Mr. Williams arrived at the Blue Silver Entertainment Company, his heart heavy with dread as he entered the building. His footsteps echoed through the hallways, each step a reminder of the unknown that awaited him.Jefferson's office loomed before him, its doors shut against the light of the outside world. The cold, impersonal atmosphere only served to heighten his sense of fear, a fear that was matched only by the anxiousness that churned in his stomach.Mr. Williams squared his shoulders, a stubborn determination setting his jaw in a firm line. He raised his hand to knock on the door, the sound reverberating through the hallway."Enter," a voice called from within, cold and detached.Mr. Williams took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead. As he stepped into the office, his eyes met with the piercing gaze of Jefferson, the man who held so much power over the city's businesses and the voice of the Nathaniels.Jefferson stood behind his massive desk, his fingers steep
Jefferson, with an extremely frantic voice, shouted for Avery to come over. Avery hurried to Mr. Jefferson's office after noticing the seriousness in his tone. Her head was buzzing with ideas. Had something gone awry? Was something wrong with her? Her heart thumping, she drove toward her car and attempted to calm herself. Jefferson was waiting for her when she got there. Usually enigmatic, his features seemed softer today. He motioned for her to enter his office with him. Anxiety caused Avery's stomach to turn over. Not after everything that had occurred in the hospital, she had never been called in such a formal manner before, and this is the first time she is meeting Jefferson up close. He frightened her. “Please, sit down,” Jefferson said, his voice calm but authoritative. Everything is going well according to what the young master wants. Avery complained, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to stop them from shaking; the fear in her was visible. She looked at Jefferson expect