Malia glanced at me but I simply ignored her. Seeing her was not the reason that I was invited to come over. But I can see the sadness in her eyes dropping her gaze to the table. Then the room falls silent when the recording starts playing. At first, I can't make out what Uncle Robin is saying, as it's just a muffled noise. But suddenly, his voice becomes clear, and I hear him say, "I'm going to transfer the funds to Jerry's account. He's been a loyal employee for years, and I trust him to handle the money properly." Everyone in the room is stunned. As far as I could remember, Jerry is a junior associate at the company, and the idea that he would be given control of the company's funds seems implausible. Uncle Robin shakes his head. "There must be some mistake. I never said anything like that." But Don Lucas is relentless in his pursuit of the truth. "This is a serious accusation, Robin. Are you trying to steal from the company?" Uncle Robin's face turns r

When I looked upon the happy couple, my heart began to race with anticipation, but the scene quickly shifted, and terror replaced my joy. The sky turned red, the flowers wilted, and the sun was blocked by dark, ominous clouds. As Malia and Roland exchanged their vows, I saw something move behind them, something sinister. A shadowy figure crept towards them, their presence sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to scream a warning, but my voice was gone, and I could only watch as the figure wrapped its arms around the bride and groom. As I watched the figure's face become clear, I saw myself, a twisted version of myself. It began to whisper dark promises in their ears, and suddenly, the happy couple kissed, and that was when I woke up, drenched in sweat. Immediately, I jumped out of bed, feeling like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. I was gasping for air, my heart still beating at a rapid pace. I stumbled over to my bedside table, knocking over a glass of water

Don Lucas and I exchanged glances. His glance was telling me that I must lie in front of Malia to save their asses. Roland, on the other hand, remained his eyes on the surface of the table around us, guilty that he shared nothing to save his fiance. "For God's sake, gramps! You expected me to marry someone to make sure our company will not go to the bottom," she added. "but you are keeping things from me. How do you expect me to trust you, huh?" Malia went out of the meeting room and I believed she will never come back. Part of me wanted to follow Malia but I was preceded by my anger and hatred toward her, nailing my butt on the chair. Instead, Roland moved out of his seat and followed her like a puppy simply to prove to Don Lucas he was worthy to be part of their noble family. Without it, Roland was just a mere toy to his parents. Well, they deserve to be with each other considering they were both manipulative. "What do you think, Mr. Stevenson?" Don Lucas insi

Suddenly, the doors to the venue swung open, and a hush fell over the crowd. All of us pointed our heads to the main door with our eyes wide open, especially when we could see things clearly because the bright light from the sun blocked us from seeing things ahead. "Is that Mr. Stevenson?" The man seated behind me uttered in excitement. "Was Mr. Stevenson finally here?" "Wooh, I guess we could finally see Mr. Stevenson!" "Should we sit next to him?" "I should get his business card at least." "Do you think he is still single?" "Maybe I should ship him with my daughter no matter how he looked like." Those were the funny comments around me while looking at the man stepping foot into the door. Uncle Romnick, Cecelia, and I were simply laughing within ourselves to make sure no one gets offended. All I can see was that whoever that man is such made a grand entrance, making everyone turn their faces at him with excitement. But everyone's excitement disappeared as it was just the w

Uncle Romnick and I looked at each other as if we had something in common, then back at Cecelia. There was a long pause before Uncle Romnick spoke, "That's... actually not a bad idea." I nodded. "But who and where should we hire someone to do the job? And how much was the probability this idea is going to work?" Before anyone could respond to my inquiry, my entire family appeared in the living area all of a sudden. Their unexpected appearance made me furrowed when as far as I could remember, I did not ask Uncle Romnick to invite my entire family back to the villa. What was more surprising by their unexpected visit was that all of them were carrying luggage bags and backpacks behind them as though they will be on a one-month vacation or more than that - to stay with me for good. If they could have bought with them their house's electrical pieces of equipment or utensils, I could have assumed they will be staying here with us forever. So, I glanced at Uncle Rom