It had been two days since the chaos of the wedding and Diane's emotional breakdown in front of her family.At the Archer's mansion, Mr. Damon sat quietly, sipping his coffee, his thoughts consumed by the lost opportunities—the backing of the royals and the potential deals with Arab contacts. Regret lingered in his mind, especially the knowledge that Harry was behind it all. Despite the intensifying frustration towards Harry, Mr. Damon chose to pause his pursuit, realizing his previous attempts had been fruitless.He opted to focus on personal development and strategize for an unexpected move against Harry in the future. Despite steering clear of the warehouse recently since the weeding and Ms Oct insults, updates from Benson indicated smooth operations with his deals. Though recent events had momentarily tarnished his public image, his wealth had significantly increased, perhaps doubling its original value.Mr. Damon's plan was to adopt a low profile, mirroring Martino and Steele's a
"The royal family just made an official statement, retracting the marriage certificate, so no marriage for Miss Whore," Scarlet remarked as she walked into Harry's office.Her face beamed with a triumphant smile as she dropped her bag on the table and approached Harry's desk."That was quick," Jade chimed in, sipping her coffee."Yeah, I'm so happy!" Scarlet smiled, motioning for Jade to serve her a coffee.After a few minutes, Jade brought her a cup, and Scarlet quickly gulped it down, trying to calm herself even though she couldn't help but rejoice at the end of Diane's marriage. It was something she had always hoped for, especially knowing her mom's involvement in it.Harry unearthed the marriage issue with an old photo Owen had sent him, capturing Diane dating a well-known actor while they were still married. He had held onto that photo for almost five years, finally seeing a need to use it."Oh, I miss Gina," Jade promptly said, causing everyone to erupt in laughter."I miss Dian
"How may I help you?" Victor Crowe asked, snapping Mr. Damon out of his stare at the lavish office, drenched in blue paint from top to bottom—couches, office chairs, even the tiles. It reflected the power he wielded in the political world."I guess you already know me," Mr. Damon smiled, adjusting himself and turning his gaze to Victor Crowe, a man in his early fifties with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline."What if I say I don't?" Victor retorted with a straight face, prompting Mr. Damon to force a small laugh."We both know that's not true. Well, if you say so. I'm Mr. Damon Archer, owner of the well-known Archer's law firm and various companies bearing the same name.""And also one of Europe's philanthropists," he added, a proud smirk curling up his lips."Do I need to check the names of companies I visit when I travel?" Victor remained unfazed."Well, you don't, but I assume you're familiar with the Archer's law firm. One of the most sought-after firms in the whole of Europe
Despite being assured of her safety, Scarlet still felt helpless in the face of her brother's threat, knowing his fearsome nature, especially now that he was an ex-convict. Pushing those worries out of her mind felt almost impossible."I'll be having my siblings over for Christmas," Scarlet mentioned, rising from the couch."Siblings?" Harry inquired."Yes, my half-siblings from my father's remarriage after my mother left," she explained, noticing both Harry and Jade leaning in with interest."Your family is quite complicated," Jade remarked with a smug smile."I have to head home early to prepare the house and make some designs for their arrival," she added, picking up her Chanel bag and swiftly exiting the office. "Bye!" she called out as she left.Descending the stairs slowly, memories of her siblings, Henry and Gabe, filled Scarlet's mind. She rarely saw the boys as they attended school in Russia, shielded by their mother from the chaos of the Sacramento family.Despite Scarlet's
Her gaze darted nervously around the room. She wasn't sure if the sounds were playing in her head or mere mind games, but she was certain she heard noises from somewhere in the house.Pulling her phone closer, she attempted to stand and reach for her heels, but her wobbly legs betrayed her. She ended up crawling out of her apartment, glancing back every minute during her crawl until she reached her car.She dragged the handle and it was locked, the keys forgotten inside the house.Returning inside felt like a different realm entirely, an eerie aura surrounding the place but she persisted and brought her phone.She sniffled while dialing Harry's number, her heart pounding against her chest with each ring. But Harry didn't pick up.Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she checked her phone—it was 8:14 PM. She couldn't walk to L&M Hotels, as she knew it was the safest place for her.Standing up with newfound confidence, she strode back into her room, her eyes fixed on the entrance in case th
The next morning, Scarlet laid in bed tired of the whole ordeal of last night, her mind clouded with the events of the previous night. From the raid to the trail and Mr Damon joining the UPP party.Mr. Damon joining the (UPP) party was particularly astonishing for everyone.It wasn't just any party; the UPP was known for its strict protocols when admitting new members. Someone with Mr. Damon's history of scandals wasn't expected to be inducted.Especially after being associated with drugs he wasn't supposed to be an inductee.Slowly rising from the bed, Scarlet left the room Harry had offered her for the time being.“Good morning,” greeted Harry from his seat, engrossed in his phone and sipping on a cup of coffee. He glanced up. “Your siblings are coming today?”Scarlet nodded, feeling a surge of nervousness at the thought. Recalling her raided house, she considered the option of taking them to a hotel for the holidays but that would spoil the fun and bond.“I'm considering installing
“I didn't know it would come so fast,” Ms. Oct remarked, walking majestically to settle into one of the couches, while Scarlet stood there, watching her.Watching her settle into the couch brought back memories of the day she'd escorted her to her father, seeing her settle into that same couch, unfazed.Her eyes darted around the large living room, noticing that much hadn't changed—ceilings awaited renovation, the couches and dining area remained untouched, yet the space had been repainted, attempting a subtle transformation.She observed her mother, who settled in, smiling proudly, awaiting Scarlet's speech.“You can have a seat if that's what you need to get started with whatsoever you want to say,” Ms. Oct stated, gesturing to the couch opposite to where she was sitting.“I don't think I need to. I won't be taking time,” Scarlet replied.“Then get started already!” Ms. Oct snapped, glaring at her.“Tell your son to stop the tricks and stop trailing me. It won't benefit him!” Scarle
Scarlet drove slowly, hitting the brakes in the ongoing traffic.“Urgh!” Gabe grumbled. “Can this traffic just stop already!”His words snapped Scarlet out of her thoughts. She couldn't help but smile at his frustration. They were almost at the grocery store. It wasn't too far now.“Is it always this way in Europe?” Henry asked.“Not really. I guess it's because of Christmas,” Scarlet replied.As she reached the front of the store, she parked her car by the side of the road, ensuring it didn't block any traffic.Grabbing her purse, she closed her door and moved to the passenger's side.“What do you guys want?” she asked.“Don't really know till I get inside,” Henry stated, opening the car door to step out.Scarlet initially didn't want them to get out of the car due to the recent threat. She had planned to quickly go in herself while they stayed in the car. But since they insisted, she allowed it.“Drop your backpack,” she instructed Henry, who still had his bag on.Once he did, she he