She headed into the garage and then to her car and drove out checking her map almost every moment to make sure that she didn’t miss her way.She finally got to Fort Avenue and the location that pointed out the address looked like a small office. It was one of Paul’s warehouses but it was later turned into an office for official purposes.She got into the office room and it had a deadly air of strangeness, its lighting a surreal of shadows. The air was filled with scents of flowers as she glanced around, her face contorted with confusion.She thought of heading back to the door. Perhaps she had missed the address. Things were looking a little too strange.She soon heard the sound of a door flung open. She didn’t know there was a door there. A young lady in her late twenties walked out of the door, her posture very sleek and curvaceous as she walked elegantly toward Lady Winston.“Have a seat, Ma’am,” the lady said, pointing toward the direction where she should sit.Lady Winston turne
“Why don't I believe you though?” Mr. Maxwell asked, his back resting on his seat comfortably as he probed. “Take a look at these documents - these are some of the memos that you sent and the dates do not correspond with each other.”“They are fake financial reports. I have given my auditors to carefully analyze these documents and the report is that they are all fake. Some of them aren't even signed.”Lady Winston’s breath was caught in a hitch of panic, her voice quivering with a hint of uncertainty. “I—I am not sure but we signed most of them.”“Most of them?” Mr. Maxwell queried. “Isn't that just some b*****it? Can you listen to yourself right now? You are actually telling me that most of them weren't signed, what happened to the rest,” Mr. Maxwell’s voice was resounding with an echo of disapproval.“My main issue is not even with the fact that they weren't signed. I find it even more absurd that important decisions regarding staff were taken without my knowledge or approval.”“Si
“If it were by your own desires, I would never have given birth to this lovely baby whose life you will be very far away from,” she yelled bitterly. “I will make sure that I protect her from such a vile creature like you.”Lady Winston lowered her head slightly in shame - she still couldn't believe what was happening.It was clear that her hopes for reaching an agreement with Mr. Maxwell to restore his investments were going downhill. She had been exposed and Sarah’s anger was bearing down on her like rain.“Is this what usually goes on in Winston? This matter is beyond me being a top investor - some of these acts are very criminal. How can you be so heartless as to deny a nursing mother of her baby? How do you act this way towards your daughter? I heard that the reason why you did that was because she confessed to the press.”“She is such a wicked woman. I can't believe that I came from your womb,” Sarah seethed, pointing accusing fingers toward Lady Winston.Lady Winston's face flus
“Surprise, isn't it?” Paul smirked, his expression stern and unyielding with an aura of danger. “I don't think you should be so surprised though. You always had it coming.”“It's quite terrible that you have turned Winston Corporation from a highly appreciated company to a disaster ground.”“Lord Winston would not have allowed ——”Lady Winston spoke over Paul as he mentioned Lord Winston. “Don't mention my ex-husband. You don't deserve to mention his name. Who are you to mention such a great man’s name so carelessly.”Paul’s muscle strings formed together in anger as he signaled his guards.POW!One of the guards sent a big punch which connected dangerously on Lady Winston’s cheek.“You are such a mess to think that you deserve to take Lord Winston’s position. You know quite well that he never really trusted you even when he was alive. He always kept secrets from you and he was right to do so.”Lady Winston narrowed her eyes with a deadly glare of wrath. Was it the same Paul who was t
“Where is my brother?!” Rico yelled, his muscles ripping with cold anger and his face contorted with pure aggression. “Where have you kept my brother? Which dungeon have you kept him in? What have you done to him? What did he do to deserve the wickedness that you did to him? You hurt him for no reason. Just because you were looking for me, you decided to use my brother as a scapegoat. Why?!”The punches kept flying toward Lady Winston’s face as she took them with her face contorted with bloody destruction. Her jaws shifted and readjusted as she received the punches. Rico’s grip was so firm that Lady Winston didn't have a second to breathe. Lady Winston was only perplexed by the fact that Rico - a mere gardener now had the mind to torture her. Her face was bruised in pain and blood was gushing out of her jaws. Her lips were silent in a deadly put of torment as the blood trickled. Rico retracts a bit after a faint tries to restrain him from killing Lady Winston. The pace at which he
Janet played a smart one with the question. That was the only way she was going to either affirm or suspend her suspicion. Janet wore a purple dress. She knew that if she was held hostage and forced to say the things she was saying, the way she would reply would show it.Paul figured that Janet’s question was a trick and since he didn't know what color of dress she wore, it was time to end it all. With a burst of tension, Paul stretched his hand aggressively towards Lady Winston’s ear to snatch the phone from her hand before she made any sudden moves.But Lady Winston screamed. “Paul has me hostage, Fort Avenue, Ro——”Before Lady Winston could complete her statement, Paul snatched the phone from her.Paul gritted his teeth in anger because Lady Winston had already mentioned Fort Avenue. It was a description that could lead them to where they were. “F*ck!” Rico yelled, his voice tinged with frustration when he noticed that Lady Winston said something to Janet on the phone. He was conc
Her skin turned clammy as her limbs kept twisting and turning. Her whole body was convulsing and foam was coming out of her mouth. The chair she was bound to broke slightly by the handle because of the terrific jolting of pressure coming from the convulsion.Everyone in the room had their eyes widened in a stretch of shock as their mouth gaped as if they had never seen such a high level of convulsion before.Doctor Lopez’s face contorted into a smug smile. “She is now reacting to the virus. As I planned with Paul earlier, we are going to drop her at Grob Street, Lancashire.”“This is a virus that I have tested in my labs for quite some time with my lab rats. It works well and it is potent. She will remain that way for about 24 to 36 hours even though at some point in time the convulsion might reduce and she will be completely still and unconscious - something like being in a coma.”“But at other times within these 36 hours, she is going to be convulsing intensely.”“Do you have the an
“I didn't see you coming in, sorry,” Miriam offered some apology even though she was impacted more negatively by the hit. Miriam’s face was wet and water was dripping off her hair. She looked out of place and not ready to have a conversation.Ms. Turner thought of escalating the situation but how Miriam shrugged it off lessened the tension.“The boss needs your attention,” Ms. Turner spoke, her voice tinged with a grind of irritation. She immediately turned her back toward Miriam with a glare of annoyance and readied her feet to leave.Miriam noticed the attitude with which Ms. Turner used to speak and even though she wasn't in the mood to talk, she had to call her back. “Hey, Ms. Turner.”Ms. Turned hissed silently and turned back, facing Miriam.“I want to ask you a question and I want you to answer not as my assistant but as a friend,” Miriam spoke.“Well, I am not your friend. I can't be,” Ms. Turner butted in immediately. “What?!” Miriam exclaimed, her heart slightly broken by