For the next two weeks as Taylor healed from the car accident, her hatred for Andrew kept growing and so did the newfound hatred towards her father, Ava and Elizabeth. That particular morning, a maid walked behind Taylor as she painstakingly walked to the dining room with her crutches. Beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead, but the maid turned a blind eye to it. Her job was to make sure Taylor got to the dining room no matter what. Even if Taylor fell in the process, it was none of the maid's business. Taylor exhaled shakily, gritting her teeth in pain as she finally got to the dining. Andrew was already there, eating. Hearing her come in, he glanced at his wristwatch and let out a faint smile. A minute before the time he gave her elapsed. She was finally learning. Taylor saw his smile and swallowed bitterly. She took her seat and picked up the knife with her bandaged hand, while she held the fork in the other. The accident had affected three parts of her body; right le
Orders from Andrew were mainly passed down to Patrick by Kaleb. Hence, Patrick had no idea the man who appeared out of nowhere was Andrew. “What is he doing here? Is it safe that he overhears our discussion?” He asked worriedly, casting a suspicious glance at Andrew. Andrew caught up to them, and the air of authority he exuded silenced Patrick. A look of realization came upon his face as he reviewed Andrew. This man was extremely tall and handsome. Is it really possible he's Andrew Radford instead of the gnome people make him out to be? He was still in doubt when he saw Kaleb lower his head to the ground in respect to Andrew. Andrew's icy gaze settled on Patrick as the corners of his lips curled up in disgust. “Are you him? The dog who thinks he can't bite his owner just because its owner lets it do whatever it wants?” Shivers ran down Patrick's spine. He could make out the unmistakable tone of arrogance. His knees grew weak, and before he knew it, he was already halfway to the g
“What?” Emily, who didn't hear what he said due to his words being slurred, asked again. Blood drained from Elizabeth's face for a second before she regained her composure. “He seems to be dead drunk, auntie. Point me towards his room and I'll take him there.” Elizabeth interjected, placing Daniel's hand on her shoulder. “You don't have to. I'll call one of the maids to help him to his room. Sorry you had to see him like this.” Emily apologized, dispelling Elizabeth's request, but couldn't help feeling proud in her heart.Not only did Elizabeth have a good profession, but she also had a good upbringing compared to Taylor. Forget it, she would no longer think about that wench. If only she knew the reason Elizabeth decided to help Daniel to his room wasn't because she cared, but because she feared he'd repeat what he said about her hair. “I insist, auntie.” She shook her head at Emily's words. Left with no choice, Emily beckoned a maid to lead Elizabeth to Daniel's room. As soon
Elizabeth was soon done administering drugs to the man and left, ignoring his heated gaze on her. “I hope we meet again in three days. Or less.” She concluded, disposed of the original liquid she would've given him and picked the tray containing the empty syringe and walked out. She dropped it off and headed straight to her office, where she was informed there was a woman waiting for her. “You don't just show up in my office without informing me, mother.” She groaned, seeing Ava in her office. Ava, who was admiring the painting within the office, smiled proudly, seeing her daughter dressed in a white lab coat. “You said you wanted to see me. I still have the message.” Ava defended, waving her phone for emphasis. Elizabeth sighed and walked to her chair. “I know I did, but I sent you a follow-up message saying we'll meet in the hospital's parking lot.” “You did?” Ava mumbled, opening Ava's message. She clicked her tongue when she saw the unread message. She left the house as so
That night, Andrew stood on his balcony, fiddling with an unlit cigarette, when a call came on his phone. He paused and reached into his pocket. “Speak.” “The FTC apologized for the sudden search when they found nothing.” Kaleb's voice sounded from the other end, “Do I move back the ledgers and goods?” Andrew thought for a second before he refuted, “Don't. I have a feeling Daniel won't relent and the next time, we have no idea who they'd send or what time they'd come. So take the goods and leaders to a safer place.” “Yes, boss.” Kaleb agreed without hesitation. Andrew ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. His door flew open the next second. “Shouldn't you be sleeping?” He asked, not turning to see who it was. Whoever the person was, this person said nothing as he moved within the room in search of something. “Where is she?” He asked when he didn't see who he was after. Andrew pretended not to know who he was talking about and slowly turned around. Resting
As people ate their breakfast the next morning while using their phone, a particular news kept popping up. Its heading was especially inviting that they all had to click it out of curiosity. “Just In: Nathaniel Reynolds, a model and rapper, has been exposed for sleeping with countless models in the industry! It's said that he exploits them and forces them to sleep with him in exchange for making their life in the modeling agency peaceful. #cancelnathanielreynolds!” Andrew took a sip from his coffee as he read the news. He suddenly smiled and dropped his tablet on the dining table, but paused, seeing Nicholas' blank eyes on him. “What?” “How you're still sitting there, not bothering to pay her a visit after she was almost raped by a friend I brought because you made her act like a maid, is really bothering me.” Nicholas outrightly said. He wasn't one to hide what he was thinking, as he only viewed such behavior as a burden. Why keep it in when you can say it and get it off your ch
“He didn't listen to me.” Elizabeth said as she glanced at the tall building meters away from where she parked her car. The building had the initial 'AS' which stood for Andrew's Solution. Ava, who sat beside her, sighed and took off her glasses, “If you can't get him to change his mind, why do you think I can?” “Because you're his mother-in-law.” Elizabeth said outrightly. “Dante's company was on the verge of going bankrupt because Andrew attacked it. He doesn't care about anyone besides himself.” Ava frowned, leaning her head on the headrest. Elizabeth finally took her eyes off the building as she asked, “The fundraiser event will happen tomorrow. Even if he doesn't come, Taylor will attend on his behalf.” Ava glanced at her daughter and nodded in understanding. If everything goes according to plan at the fundraiser event, Taylor would be in hell. Before Elizabeth asked the driver to drive off, she paused and glanced at her mother, Andrew's chiseled back flashing back into her
The face looked oddly familiar to Elizabeth, but as she stared at him, trying hard to recall where she had seen him before, Dante had flared up in rage. “Who is he? He's one of your boy toys, isn't he? Don't you know you're supposed to get rid of them as the married woman that you are!” Dante yelled, pointing a finger at Taylor's nose in rage. He didn't recognize who the man was and quickly assumed the worst. Taylor swallowed a painful lump as her body trembled in shock and heartbreak. She slowly glanced up at Charles, who had gulped down the champagne with a nonchalant look. However, he glared at Dante when he heard the middle-aged man's words to Taylor. Instead of speaking to Dante directly, he turned to Taylor with the most respectful look he could muster, “Mrs. Radford, who is this?” His question made Dante blush in embarrassment. How could this brunt claim not to know him! Most importantly, how could Taylor keep such a rude person as a friend? Look at him, he didn't even bo