"What?" Harry exclaimed."Ms. Oct?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard. It felt like a dream.Was Ms. Oct really behind the fake doctor?His eyes widened with each breath as he stood there, dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost."Listen," he said, trying to gather his thoughts."Don't tell anyone about this until I give you the green light. Make sure no one else knows, including Pietro.""Yes, sir," Stanley replied, ending the call abruptly.Harry slowly pocketed his phone as he got into the car, and they drove off to Scarlet's hospital.As they sat in the car, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Ms. Oct was responsible for what Scarlet was going through.Pushing those thoughts aside, he decided not to reveal the truth to Scarlet just yet. He didn't want to completely shatter the little remnants of motherly love that still remained in her heart.Harry's attention was grabbed by the chiming of messages on his
Everyone leaned in closer as they noticed her change of expression. "What is it?" Pietro asked, pushing himself forward to read the message. However, Scarlet was already out of her chair, dialing her PA's number.As soon as her PA picked up, Scarlet asked, her voice choked with sorrow, "What is happening?""Ma ma ma..." her PA stuttered on the other end of the line, struggling to find the right words to tell her boss. She briefly took the phone away from her ear to confirm it was indeed Scarlet's number. Ms. Oct had announced her daughter's death, but had instructed everyone not to mention it."Talk to me!" Scarlet yelled, her eyes welling up with tears and her heart pounding heavily in her chest."Ma, are you alive?" was the next question her PA managed to summon the courage to ask. Scarlet furrowed her brows in confusion.Sniffling, Scarlet was equally surprised by the question. Was her PA expecting her to be dead? Why was she asking such a thing? "What do you mean?" she ask
The air was thick with nervous anticipation as Scarlet's personal assistant paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting Ms. Oct's return from the bank. Ms. Oct had instructed her to prepare all of Scarlet's documents, as she planned to leave with them once she returned.As the door swung open with force, the assistant flinched and stumbled to the floor, overwhelmed by fear. Harry entered the room and immediately demanded, "Where are the documents?" The assistant clutched them tightly to her chest, almost dropping them in her frightened state.She cautiously moved away from Harry and quickly handed over the entire stack of documents to him, who, in turn, silently passed them on to Stanley. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as she couldn't bear the thought of Ms. Oct taking away everything that Scarlet had worked for, including her late father's wealth. It was well known that Scarlet and Ms. Oct weren't particularly close.While not many people were aware of the relationship between Ms. O
Ms. Oct's eyes widened in astonishment upon hearing Harry's remark. Her brows furrowed as she struggled to comprehend whether he was telling the truth or simply trying to intimidate her. She attempted to push the thought aside, but with each breath, it continued to consume her. She couldn't find comfort in either standing or sitting, and restlessly tapped her feet against the ground.Her gaze remained fixed on Harry, who had already moved on with Scarlet's personal assistant. Ms. Oct scanned the area, her eyes searching for any important documents that he might be taking or anything that could be useful to her."You have no right to do this!" Ms. Oct yelled, realizing that if she allowed him to have his way, she would lose everything. It would be a complete waste of time. She stood up and approached Harry."You can't take any of my daughter's belongings! I'll call the police on you for invading our privacy!”Harry let out a deep sigh, his face turning red with the intensity of t
The room descended into a heavy silence, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath in surprise, and indeed they were. Ms. Oct's brows furrowed, and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. She couldn't contain her astonishment at Harry's audacity to turn the very arms her son had brought against her. Meanwhile, Martin stood there, staring dumbfoundedly at Harry, unable to comprehend what was happening. He had always known Harry to be optimistic and reasonable, and he wondered what his mother must have done to prompt such a request that put them all on edge.Martin found himself at a crossroads, uncertain of which decision to make. He didn't want to disrespect or disobey Harry, but he also didn't want to do the same to his mother, whom he held dear. His gaze shifted to Samantha, who appeared equally surprised by Harry's request, but she knew better than to speak out of turn and remained silent."What do you mean, arrest me?" the bank manager interjected, his voice laced with di
The manager's face contorted into a deep frown as he sluggishly dragged his feet, reluctantly trailing behind. He didn't want to create a scene or attract attention, so he pretended to be composed and followed them into the office.Reaching the door, he entered the passcode, and it slowly opened. They all stepped inside, and Harry felt a surge of anticipation, a physical response to the thrill of discovering what the man had done with the funds.As the bank manager approached, he pulled a chair forward to sit, but Harry interjected, "No! Let her do it," pointing at the woman beside him.The man hesitated, refraining from touching the computer, and reluctantly moved backward, allowing her to take the seat. Once she settled in, Harry leaned forward, displaying eagerness to explore whatever appeared on the screen.The woman booted up the system and quickly requested some private information. Harry was swift to provide the details since Scarlet had given him all the necessary information
Harry's body tensed as his mind swirled with a whirlwind of thoughts. As soon as Stanley hit the brake pads, Harry swiftly unbuckled himself from the car and hurried towards his private jet, not wasting a single minute. He couldn't comprehend what Jade was trying to convey over the phone, but judging from her choked voice, he could swear it was something significant, perhaps even good news. Her words stumbled over Scarlet's name... What could have possibly transpired? Harry pondered as he finally settled into one of the plush seats.His eyes darted nervously around the cabin as he gazed out the window. The sprawling city of New York appeared breathtakingly beautiful, but Harry found himself lost in a sea of his own thoughts. He desperately tried to piece together the puzzle of what might have occurred, but with each clue he considered, the possibilities became increasingly ominous. His anxiety mounted, causing his Adam's apple to bob up and down as he swallowed hard.Harry scratched h
The doctor swiftly rushed outside, closing the door behind him and exhaling deeply. Everyone's attention shifted towards him, surprised that he was outside instead of treating Scarlet. It had been approximately two hours since Harry left for New York when Scarlet suddenly started trembling, her hands shaking, and her breathing becoming rapid, like a wild animal being chased by a predator.In response, they quickly called for the doctor, who instructed everyone to leave the room. Scarlet was experiencing a panic and anxiety attack, and given that she hadn't fully recovered from her surgery, it posed a significant risk to her life. Despite their efforts to save her over the past four hours, it seemed impossible. The doctor exhausted all options available to him, and Pietro and Jade couldn't comprehend the fact that Scarlet had been healthy just moments ago, and now she was on the verge of death with seemingly no solution in sight.Harry stood there, his gaze fixed on Scarlet, whose brea
The judge's eyes widened.“Take the scoundrel and lock his ass up!” A voice from the crowd shouted.“Lock him up!” “Oh my god,he has no regard for the other gender!” “Take this pedophile away; he disgusts me!” Harry smiled. This was what he wanted; he wanted them to slam the gender inequality in his face while he used it against him. Harry couldn't help but smile as he looked at Mr. Damon. His face was filled with astonishment.He must be wondering how Harry was able to get all that information for someone as scary as Harry.…After some minutes of each lady's narrative, their experiences, and topping their claims with medical results, Alexander was stunned.He didn't see it coming. No, now he came to cheer up Mr. Damon for taking away Harry's legal power.“Take him away!!” The judge finally declared, and there was an uproar in the audience as they jubilated.The women's stories were touching.And even those who didn't know Alexander wanted justice for the ladies.Now that he was
Everybody was seated in the courtroom for the public hearing.This could end or make Harry. He sat at the front with Jade by his side as his assistant attorney.Meanwhile, Mr. Damon and his group sat on the other side of the big, gigantic hall. He was happy Harry chose a public hearing. “This would be the end of his career,” he muttered to himself before flashing his attorneys a smirk.He would end up burying his carriage! While Scarlet, Samantha, Ms. Oct, and Stanley sat at the other end, their faces creased with a frown.Stanley couldn't just stop biting his nails; he was nervous about what the outcome would be.They had pleaded with Harry that they try to get some of the judges to be on their side, but he refused to allow them to bride or blackmail any more judges to try to support him.Now he was seated there on his own, not knowing what the outcome would look like.To the judges sitting there, they kept whispering to each other and stealing glances at him for no reason.Well,i
The entire place was engulfed in chaos as protesters descended upon Archer's Law Firm, demanding the release of Professor Evelyn.Harry, who had just parked his car and witnessed the unfolding scene, initially couldn't comprehend what was happening. However, as he approached closer, he could hear their chants reverberating through the air: "Let Professor Evelyn go! Let her go!"A chuckle escaped Harry's lips as he listened to their fervent cries. He had underestimated the woman. She possessed a remarkable ability to captivate the media and garner sympathy effortlessly, without even lifting a finger.All Harry had done was order her arrest and request that she be brought in with her lawyer. Little did he know that it would spark a protest. Unbeknownst to him, the woman had resorted to paying and manipulating people to tarnish his image. Unable to resist, he had filed a defamation lawsuit against her, determined to protect his character.He carefully parked his vehicle, contemplating hi
Days passed, and Harry had dismissed the smear campaigns against his company as mere negative criticism from blogs. However, he soon discovered he was mistaken.Today, after receiving a call from Pietro about the news, he turned on his television. The newscaster's voice filled the room, delivering a shocking revelation."The Luciano company has been scamming innocent citizens!"Confusion furrowed Harry's brows as he walked over to where the television was positioned. He stood to the side, as if trying to distance himself from what he was seeing and hearing.To his surprise, the newscaster was none other than Professor Evelyn Hartley, the CEO of one of the most popular broadcast stations in the country. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He was at a loss as to what was happening. Just four days ago, he had seen the blogs posting about his designs being of inferior quality. After conducting a thorough investigation, he had discovered another company imitating his work. He had taken legal
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Amp, unable to comprehend the unexpected encounter. Amp, however, seemed unfazed by Harry's presence and nonchalantly turned to leave without uttering a word. The abrupt snub left Harry feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.As Amp disappeared into the crowd, Harry clenched his fists, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Feeling the weight of his pent-up emotions, he stormed off in search of an outlet for his frustration.His anger led him back to the counter where the lady who had processed the $90,000 transaction stood, unaware of the storm that was about to hit her. Harry approached her with a steely expression, his voice sharp and filled with irritation."Do you have any idea what you just put me through?" he snapped, his tone cutting through the air. "Ninety thousand dollars! How could you be so careless?"The lady's eyes widened in surprise, her previous confidence now replaced with a mix of fear and regret. She stamme
Pietro accelerated, determined to catch up with the other cars on the road. However, his determination was matched by his concerns."Young master, what do you plan to do about that woman? She's like a witch! She's sowing discord among your staff, and once she's done with Bruce, it'll only get worse," Pietro expressed, his worry evident in his voice.Before Pietro could finish, Harry abruptly interrupted him. "Pietro, I will handle it. In fact, I've already taken steps to address the situation. Please, just focus on the road, for heaven's sake!"Pietro swallowed hard, feeling defeated. He understood that Harry was under immense stress, given the upcoming launch and other critical cases that demanded his attention. The weight of it all, combined with Katrina's manipulative tactics, was taking its toll. What Pietro couldn't comprehend was the motive behind her actions. Was it merely her way of life, or did she have a more sinister agenda?Harry's eyes caught sight of a large mall along t
Harry sat on the veranda of his house, feeling lost and troubled. He stared at the glass table in front of him, deep in thought. He reached for his wine glass, taking a small sip to ease his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Katrina and the problems she was causing. With only two days left before the launch, her actions were creating more harm than good. To make matters worse, she would be staying for another seven days during fashion week, further complicating things. Harry had tried to keep his distance from her, but she was stirring up trouble among his staff, causing them to turn against each other. It was disheartening for Harry, as he valued a harmonious work environment. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying to stay awake and figure out how to handle the situation. However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a solution that felt right. The sleepless night stretched on, leaving Harry feeling frustrated and uncertain.Harry stood up from the chair with a dee
Pietro quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to have seen her, while Scarlet and Jade forged ahead. They hadn't encountered her before, so they passed by without exchanging a word, but their necks involuntarily craned back as they were struck by her striking beauty. Jade's mind swirled with thoughts that she might be a model, but she pushed those ideas aside and continued walking with Scarlet and Pietro, who were making a beeline for Bruce's office."Good morning, Mr. Pietro. Miss Scarlet," Bruce greeted warmly. Then, as his eyes landed on Jade, he exclaimed, "Good morning, Miss Jade!" He quickly ushered them to their seats, using animated hand gestures to guide them."Where's today's memo?" Pietro inquired, and without hesitation, Bruce swiftly handed it over. He was relieved that Harry had sent someone like Pietro, who wouldn't tolerate any of Katrina's excesses. If it had been Bruce himself, he knew she wouldn't listen to his instructions and would simply do as she pleased. Howev
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the bracelet. It appeared to be a blend of ancient artifact and modernized diamond jewelry. He continued to stare at it, spinning it around anxiously in his hands."So, she really is a manipulator?" Scarlet asked, her gaze fixed on Harry. He had provided them with all the necessary details and the shocking revelation had left everyone stunned, with some still doubting the existence of such manipulation. Samantha narrowed her eyes at where Stanley was seated, clenching her teeth. Despite Harry making him apologize for his wrongdoings, she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. Looking at him, she felt the urge to march over, grab his beard, and yank it forcefully."So what do we do?" Pietro asked, leaning in with anticipation. Harry took a deep breath, contemplating the best course of action. The situation was complex; Katrina was a crucial asset for the upcoming fashion week and his official design launch. Simply chasing her away would be a form