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
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