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
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he leaned against the wall."What is it?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice."Sir, we've received a lucrative offer from a company with headquarters in Africa and several Asian countries. They want to form a partnership due to our strong presence in Europe," the person explained, and a satisfied smirk appeared on Harry's face.He had been seeking a breakthrough for his fashion brands and other companies to expand into African and Asian markets, which had proven to be quite challenging. But with this deal, it could be a promising opportunity."Does the clause favor us?" Harry always exercised caution when making decisions."Yes, sir!" came the excited reply."Fine. I'll be on my way soon, probably tomorrow, to assess and finalize the agreement. Set up a meeting for tomorrow," he said, ending the call. However, the sudden silence in the room caught his attention. Slowly raising his head, he met the gaze of a man dressed in a white custom Bu