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After a Forty minutes drive, Zane and Mr. Alfred walked into Oliver's garden, and the entire area was empty of customers because Mr. Alfred book it for an hour.In the far corner of the restaurant was Mr. Adams, drinking a glass of cold water, and just as he was about to swallow it, he paused, his jaws puffy as he watched Mr. Alfred and Zane approach him.‘Someone who is like a son to me...’ The words from his earlier conversation with Mr. Alfred rang in his head and Mr. Adam forced the water down but choked on it, and he started coughing violently. As soon as he could breathe normally again, he stood up when the two approached him, extending his hand, shaking Mr. Alfred’s hand firmly as he said, “You know him... Mr. Briggs’ bast- son?!!”“Yes,” Mr. Alfred said, his grip tightening around Mr. Adams's hand at the fact that he almost called Ethan a bastard.When the two finally broke the handshake, Mr. Adams cried in his head, ‘Why do these two know each other...’Then he smiled at Zan
When Zane stepped on the brake of his car, he gazed out the open window at Mr. Alfred's mansion, relieved and nervous at the same time that after twenty-four hours of waiting, the wait was finally over.Sighing, he pushed the door open and stepped out, feeling an uneasy tension as he began to walk towards the front entrance.A look of fear crossed his face as he stopped and rang the bell, worried that what he already knew was going to be the truth. Finally, a lady answered the door, recognizing Zane immediately, she smiled and said, “Come in, sir, please.”As she led the way, Zane was on her heels, walking down a hall where they soon came to the living room, and then she paused, bowing slightly in respect before walking off.The moment Zane locked eyes with James, Mr. Alfred's expression shifted into worry, knowing what this meant for him, and he kept his silence, watching Zane walk over to the leather brown couch, and flop onto it.Then Zane's gaze softened when his sight rested on
Even though the employees didn't know what was going on between the father and son, they all now seem way more invested to hear Mr. Briggs's response.“How dare you say something so outrageous. Your mother took you out of the country when you were little, and Damion didn't hear from her and you again or meet you guys until you suddenly resurface back in his life to disrupt our family.” Deborah spat out angrily.Those words messed up Zane badly because he knew that that was a cover-up. A complete bullcrap that was far from the truth of his childhood, and in that moment, he realized that his guest was right... His mother was killed. But the only question that haunted his mind now was, why?“Why? What was her crime?! How could you?!” Zane screamed in Damion's face, the veins on his neck bulging.“Son,” Mr. Briggs said, looking at Zane with this worried look in his eyes. “You need help-”Immediately, Zanes first collided with Damion’s nose and the impact was brutal for Damion as he took a
Staring at her colleague at the table, the lady said, “The most recent news that is taking the country like wildfire, Zane Briggs-” Immediately cutting into the conversation, the fellow added, “Jessie, well, he now goes by Zane Grimes-”A stiff smile crossed her lips as she continued, “Right. Anyways, he has recently established a company called, ‘Golden Key Co.’, and today is the ribbon-cutting ceremony and-”Immediately, Mr. Taylor turned off the TV, frowning at the blank screen, and then he looked over to his wife when Madam Taylor said, “Are we accepting the invitation Zane and Emma sent us... Are we going to this so-called ribbon-cutting ceremony?”“I can't believe Emma kept it from us for an entire month that her husband was establishing a company in the same field as Father,” Elizabeth mumbled with so much sadness in her voice, even though she was excited inside because her father-in-law had been enraged at Emma since he got the invitation yesterday. Snorting at the thought o
Standing in front of the mirror, Zane placed his tie around his neck, his eyes traced over every inch of his reflection, feeling a little too anxious about tonight's ceremony.“Let me do it,” Emma's soft voice filled the silence of their bedroom.Slowly, Zane turned to see her standing there, looking absolutely breathtaking in a silver gown. The dress clung tightly to her body and accentuated her long, wavy hair, and she looked ethereal. Her eyes met Zane's as she reached for the tie.A smile never left her lips as Emma slowly began to tie Zane's collar around his neck as she whispered, “You look dashing.”When her cheeks turned pink at her comment, Zane leaned down and captured her lips slowly, in a kiss, savoring the moment, before pulling away. Then Zane grabbed her hand, and twirled her around, making Emma giggle and then he pulled her to his chest, holding her by the waist, and whispered, “And you, my love, knock the air right out of my lungs with just one look at you.”“I do
After a couple of minutes of standing there, in the midst of their clients, reporters, the Taylors, and security details, Mr. Briggs and the rest of his family could feel the weight of embarrassment crushing their chests. And when they didn't provide their invites after a while, the reporters and the photographers weren’t giving them a second to breathe as their cameras' lights continued to flash nonstop.“Don’t you have an invite, Mr. Briggs?” Mark asked, knowing fully well that they didn’t.The mumblings of everyone in the surroundings only increased in volume due to Mark’s question, and all of the Briggs knew very well that they weren’t getting any good press out of this incident anytime soon.Yet, Deborah tried to savage the moment by saying, “We do have invitations. But we were in so much of a hurry to get here that we left it home.” What she thought would savage the moment only made it worse and the whispers around them only grew louder.“It doesn’t make sense that they would
It took a minute for Sophia’s words to settle in the minds of the reporters and everyone else, and soon questions were being thrown at her.One of the journalists shouted, “Miss Briggs what does your remark mean? Are you accusing Zane of cheating on the young granddaughters of Taylor’s family?”“Yes!” Sophia said firmly, looking bold and confident that she could get away with her wild accusation.“What is your source, Miss Sophia? Or are you saying these things because you are salty about getting kicked out of an event you weren't invited to in the first place?” James shot back at her.The guests immediately gave in to James' words and the whispers quickly began again, among them.“Those words make sense. After all, she and her family lied about having a ticket to the ceremony, only for it to turn out that they don't. If they can lie about that, what can they not lie about?” Someone mumbled, but their voice was loud enough for the Briggs to hear.Knowing that their image was already ru
Looking down at Emma as she gave him a worried glance, Zane gave her a small smile, leaned in closer to her ears and said, “They are side with Damion.”A look of shock swept across her face as her brows snapped together in disbelief, and she asked softly, “Are you sure?”“Watch,” Zane calmly uttered before facing his front, and for a moment, Emma didn’t take her eyes off of him, only to catch sight of the smug smile on his face before she focused on the guests.“Who’s coming with me?” Mr. Briggs asked, seeing a bit of indecisiveness in their expression. “Take the risk with a newly established business, or get a ninety percent bonus from the one who you have been working with for years and are sure of the kind of result you are going to get.” It took a moment, but soon it was clear the guests had chosen Mr. Briggs' side because they slowly started leaving the premises, getting into their cars, and a look of relief crossed Deborah's face as she thought, staring at her husband, ‘Thankf