Charlie Sr was startled the moment the transaction failed, Margret quickly realised his cards has also been blocked from accessing his accounts."Try mine" Margret stretched her arm forward and handed over her card to the receptionist.Charlie Sr flushed in embarrassment, he didn't expect his yet-to-be wife to be the person taking good care of him barely an hour after he engaged her in a terrible setting.He clenched his fists secretly while feeling awful. Margret knew the thoughts that were running through his mind.She held his arm, Charlie Sr looked down at her pretty face and smiled ruefully, "Charlie" she called out his name softly."Madam, here is your card, do have a lovely night our special guests," the receptionist said with a big smile.Margret retrieved the card and the hotel porter boy came forward and escorted them to their room.When the two of them walked inside the room.Charlie Sr held Margret's hands tenderly before he apologised "Margret, I am deeply sorry you are f
Chloe faltered and nearly fell to the ground. Charlie Sr. turned away from her and grabbed Margret's hand instead. They both entered the Marriage Bureau building at the same time.After turning back and stomping her foot fiercely, Chloe stormed out of the building. She was followed by the journalists who had come."You all know what you should do" Chloe stated honestly after gathering them and sweeping her look across their faces.The reporters nodded; they had photographed a lot of incidents. With a smile and a nod of "Good," Chloe then walked away.Margret Owen and Charlie Sr. exited the building together, got in the car, and Charlie Sr. drove to Margret Owen's former residence.They pulled up, Charlie Sr. got out, opened the door for Margret Owen to get out, and the two of them went for a stroll around the home.Margret Owen hired a house cleaning service to take care of the house while she was at work. She used her money to furnish the home as well.Charlie Sr. cast a regretful gl
Charlie Sr. suddenly stood up from his seat and rushed out of the private room without giving Hill any explanation. He quickly got into his car and started driving, expertly manoeuvring through the traffic. As he drove closer to the scene, he could see a massive fire in the distance on his car's widescreen. His heart raced with fear, and he pressed down on the accelerator, increasing his speed. As he approached the location, he slammed on the brakes, causing the tires to screech as the car came to a stop. Charlie Sr. stepped out of the vehicle and looked at the thick smoke rising into the sky, his eyes turning red with tears.Amidst the crowd attempting to extinguish the flames, a voice cried out, "Call the fire service!" Charlie Sr. promptly kicked down the gate and covered his nose with his coat as he shouted out for his wife, Margaret. Surveying the burning house, Charlie Sr. saw that half of it had already been devoured by the raging fire, including the entrance. Frustrated and
Madame Agnes discerned the reason why Charlie Sr. had barged into her mansion. He must have suspected her to be the culprit behind the fire outbreak. 'Has my grandson become so senseless? He didn't even bother investigating before rushing over here,' Madame Agnes thought in dismay. She was dismayed to realize that her grandson hadn't even attempted to investigate before confronting her. "You should return to wherever you came from, Charlie," Madame Agnes said coldly, turning around and walking away. Charlie Sr. called out to his mother with clenched fists, but one of Madame Agnes' underliners stepped forward to explain that she was not responsible for the incident at Margret Owen's home. Charlie Sr. felt his face fall as he realized he had acted foolishly. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Please convey my apologies to my grandmother," before leaving the mansion. He continued to ponder who could have caused the fire. As he hopped into his car, he muttered his ex-wife Chloe's
Charlie Sr.'s fists clenched tightly, emitting a cracking sound as his cold gaze locked onto Hill. "Where is my wife?" he demanded in a deep, unwavering voice. Hill snorted derisively. "Even in the face of death, all you care about is Margret? Do you really think I don't have the guts to kill you?" "I don't care. Where is she?" Charlie Sr. snapped, taking a step closer to Hill. Hill's finger twitched on the trigger, and a bullet shattered the asphalt, halting Charlie Sr.'s advance. Frustration etched across his face, Charlie Sr. clenched his fists tightly. "Take one more step, and I'll shoot," Hill threatened before retreating to his car and speeding off. With a rueful sigh, Charlie Sr. got into his own vehicle and drove straight to the police station for help. After exchanging pleasantries with the sheriff, Charlie Sr. settled down to narrate his ordeal. The sheriff approached Charlie Sr. cautiously, curious as to why such a prominent figure had come to the police station. "Ma
Hill gave a swift command, "Fire!" In response, his men opened fire at the gate, causing Charlie Sr. to release his grip and fall onto the ground. Charlie Sr. covered his ears as a barrage of gunshots bombarded the gate. Suddenly, Hill's voice rang out, "Stop! Stop!" The gunfire ceased, and Charlie Sr. stayed on the ground, listening to the sound of the wind howling. As thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the sky, Charlie Sr. clenched his fist and rose to his feet. The rain began to pour down on him, but he remained standing in the downpour. He walked towards the gate, grabbed the bars, and called out, "Margret!"**** Margret Owen's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed out the rain-streaked window. Charlie Sr. was still out there, searching for her. Determined to escape, she quickly fashioned a makeshift rope out of the room's curtains. Despite the raging storm outside, she tied one end to a heavy wardrobe and lowered herself out the window. As she descended, lightning flas
After they both fell asleep, Margaret Owen woke up the following day to find Charlie Sr. still in bed, his face pale. Concerned, she placed her palm on his forehead and noticed he was burning up. "You have a fever," she said to him. "I'm fine," Charlie Sr. replied in a hoarse voice. Margaret knew he wouldn't admit to feeling ill, so she called a doctor and fetched a bowl of water. With clean clothes, she began wiping his body with the cold water-soaked cloth. "I've called a doctor," she told him seriously. Charlie Sr. opened his heavy eyelids and said, "Thanks, Margaret, but it's just a fever. I'll be alright." Margaret shook her head and insisted, "You're not alright, Charlie. As your wife, I have to take care of you." Charlie Sr. stopped complaining abruptly when there was a knock at the door. Margaret got up and walked over to answer it, revealing a man in his late thirties on the other side."Please come in, Doctor Mill," Margret Owen welcomed the doctor as she opened the do
Charlie Sr. listened with bewilderment as Hill spoke. The words seemed to fly over his head, leaving him feeling lost and confused. Seeking some form of reassurance, he turned to Margret Owen, only to see that her face had paled and she appeared to be frightened. Frustration welled up within him, causing him to clench his fists tightly. Hill spoke to Margret with a confident tone, suggesting that she had a choice to make. "Margret, the decision is yours. If you divorce Charlie Sr., I promise not to reveal Celestine's identity to anyone," he said, gesturing towards Charlie Sr. Margret held onto Charlie Sr.'s arm and shook her head in disbelief. "I don't believe you, Hill. You're lying," she retorted, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Hill laughed, as if he had anticipated her response. With a calm expression on his face, he reminded her of her humble beginnings. "Don't forget how you rose to fame, Margret. You were just a secretary before you joined Star Entertainment, a struggli