"Thank you for your unsolicited advice. Now, where is he?" Irene snapped back at them, her usual calm and sweet expression vanishing in anger. Wrinkled formed across her brow as a frown pulled at her features. She shot each of them a glare, before facing her system again.She had grown tired of them. She appreciated their kindness towards her, but they always looked down on others who didn't fit in their social circle. In fact, almost every worker in the company felt themselves higher than others because of their social status.She knew that pointing this out wouldn't end well, as they had grown proud and stubborn over time. Even though Irene wanted to talk about this issue with them, she knew it would only bring more trouble upon herself. With a sigh, Irene turned her focus back to the monitor on her desk, to distract herself from the conversation around her. Her eyes scanned over the document she had been revising for Henry's upcoming project. Though the initial work was complete,
All the secrets had to be revealed, especially the fact that Beatrice was not an ordinary woman. She was truly a terrible person and deserved to be exposed and defeated.Henry found it both funny and infuriating when Sage claimed that he physically abused Irene to convince himself that he didn't love her. It was a twisted and misguided effort to suppress his emotions.It became very clear that Sage had been under Beatrice's control. What a disgrace! All for the sake of material possessions, he almost took the life of an innocent woman. And he looked so proud of it.Henry felt someone grab his shoulders from behind and forcefully turn him around. When he looked, he saw Nathan, his lawyer, standing in front of him. Even though he was surprised by the sudden movement, Henry recognized Nathan and smiled. Nathan walked up to him with a big grin.As Henry approached Nathan, the details of his appearance came into focus. Dark bruises shadowed the skin under Nathan's eyes, which were bloodsho
As Henry turned down Irene's street, he slowed the car, peering ahead in thought. If he took her directly home, there would be questions from his mother about why he took long. He pressed on the brake. "I'll let you out here, if that's alright?" he said to Irene.She studied him curiously but didn't protest. Henry pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. Irene reached for the door handle but paused, glancing back at him. "Aren't you coming up?" Henry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "I just need to go somewhere." Irene just nodded in understanding. "Alright then. See you." With that, she climbed out and shut the door, raising a hand in farewell as Henry pulled away from the side of the road.He watched in the rearview mirror as she strode down the sidewalk toward home, turning back to go to his mother's beauty store.*As Henry turned the corner onto a familiar street, Starry Cosmetics came into view - its large glass windows gleaming in the afternoon su
The man was about to speak, but Susan quickly raised her hand to stop him."You imbecile," Susan said, her voice filled with anger. "This is my son, the heir to the White Group. I won't allow any disrespect towards him. Please leave right now. I can't stand being around you anymore."The man suddenly understood what was going on, and his attitude shifted from being arrogant to surprised.He glanced at Henry and noticed the anger on his face. It finally dawned on him what he said. Without saying anything, the man pulled out a chair, feeling defeated, and sat down. His confidence was replaced by a feeling of acceptance."But Susan, I never knew..." the man attempted to explain, rising from his seat, his voice tinged with regret.Susan swiftly interrupted him, her tone firm and uncompromising. "Just leave. We will discuss this when I'm in the mood."He opened his mouth to speak once more, but Susan held up a hand, silencing him. The man found himself at a loss for words. Closing his mout
As Henry followed Priscilla down the hallway, a flash of color ahead caught his eye. He paused, doing a double take. Surely it couldn't be...Even from a distance, there was no mistaking Clara's vivid purple jacket and crimson hair. She sat across from a young woman who could only be her cousin Martha. Their cart was piled high with cosmetics and tools in this high-class section. Henry frowned at it. When did she have such money to afford products at Starry Cosmetics? Of course, Henry knew that Clara was rich, but definitely not to this extent....especially now that her family business keeps perishing. Or did she use up her life savings?Curious, Henry turned to Susan. "What brings Clara and her cousin sister here today? I thought you would have shown the security guards their pictures not to let them into your store. That is what you should have done, mum."She averted her eyes from his gaze, knowing she made that mistake, and had to correct it. With a sigh, she walked past him towar
"Nothing," Henry scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. He could feel her gaze on him, but he refused to acknowledge it."I understand what you're trying to say," she said calmly, "but you're mistaken. He had a wife, and he loved her dearly. Sadly, she passed away in a tragic car crash."His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Woah, why does it seem like everyone these days is dying in car crashes?" Susan shrugged, her eyes scanning the room anxiously. She couldn't help but feel on edge. "I don't know," she replied. "And speaking of which, where is Priscilla?" Her gaze shifted to the space behind him, searching for any sign of her presence.She spotted her outside the door. Henry didn't even realize she was there all the while.Susan extended an inviting smile. "Don't tell me you've been standing there, love. Please, come in," she said warmly, gesturing for Priscilla to enter. Priscilla lowered her head in a humble bow and stepped inside. "I didn't want to interrupt your conversation wit
Henry pushed open the heavy glass doors, as a blast of chilled air that greeted him and Priscilla as they stepped into ReLock Plaza. It was a luxury boutique that held high-class, designer outfits and were patronized by prestigious women.Bright, shining displays and mannequins dressed in the latest fashions stretched as far as the eye could see down the long hallway. Priscilla tugged at Henry. "Come on, let's check out that accessories boutique first." She pulled him past glass boxes filled with lots of expensive jewelry like diamonds, sapphires, and gold.Henry glanced at them, feeling uncertain. Susan had a vault full of jewelry that she never wore. She would appreciate something more special and meaningful.Inside the accessories store, there were lines of handbags, scarves, and sunglasses calling out to Henry.Priscilla ran her hands over the smooth leather and silk, picking out a few things to show Henry. He gazed at all the clothes but couldn't see a suitable one to select. T
Immediately he then put on a Straight face, as he placed the heels back but she stopped him."Hey, I can pay for this and you will lose your job how about that?" Henry muttered as the sales man smirked."Is this how to dress to a well respected jewelry store? Like someone who's gonna run a bank for real? And I think your girlfriend whatsoever should have some manners or else" "Or else what dude?" She frowned her face and began coming closer to him, she was about to punch him on the face when Henry stopped her from further going closer to him.He could clearly see how the sales person looked surprised, he shook his head looking at her. "Take up this heels Mr Man and package it, then follow us to the counter, how about that?" Henry folded his hands on his chest as he said then waited for him to respond then he nodded his head.Henry really didn't know what was in his mind that he agreed, he was thinking that maybe, he would ignore them.After he was done packaging it, he began to foll