“Will… Will Klaus be fine?” The instant he strolled away from the emergency ward and towards the metallic bench further in the hallway, she questioned while standing up.Those blue eyes of hers were so glassy, and although they were overly gorgeous, the sadness blended with guilt was excessive.Tessa hated herself.Her suggestion to make dinner led to this bullshit — because of her, Klaus got shot in the chest.The chest of all places.During the ride to the hospital, wild thoughts incessantly roamed through her head — what if the bullet damaged his heart?It was frightening.Klaus had been rushed to the emergency ward, and being his employer, Doreen went ahead to speak with the doctors. It had been roughly half an hour, yet Tessa felt like a decade had passed due to the anxiety circulating in her soul.If anything horrible happens to Klaus before her, then she'd…Doreen needed no microscope to see how profusely apprehensive Tessa was. It was predictable that she'd be unsettled, but t

Regardless of his dissents, she alighted from the car barefooted before dashing straight into the moderately massive hospital.As her feet shuffled towards it, he helplessly gazed at her.“She has tiny feet.” Doreen whispered, then averted his gaze to her pair of heels that were placed in the back seat.Yes — he drove since Klaus was the sole chauffeur he could trust.Both of them had quite a history together.Tessa left Doreen behind and went into the hospital, instantly beholding some doctors, and nurses moving around.“Welcome Miss Tessa.”“Good afternoon, Miss Tessa!”“Welcome!”Numerously they greeted her and more shockingly, began bowing decorously at her. She slowly halted, then gaped confusingly at them.“Good afternoon to you all too!”Ever since she was a kid, being treated so respectfully was something she normalized yet didn't like.So whenever someone older than her bows, she'd unhesitatingly do the same.Her response and gesture left some perplexed — wasn't she the lady

Something surely was wrong. The aura emanating so excessively from his handsome self as he walked past the workers, and straight to the elevator, was that of… annoyance. Normally, most avoided him with the mindset that he was a heartless being who wouldn't be hesitant to fire anyone, and now that he was enraged, all were fearful. The employees of W Empire were instantly aware that none, and absolutely none, should fuck with Doreen Williams. He was fucking enraged, and no one wanted to find out why. Doreen could be seen settled on the leather chair of his office — his glass large rectangular desk had countless documents, and an opened laptop placed on it. Merely, it had been half an hour since he stepped into his office, yet the occupants of the gigantic skyscraper were busy as hell. “Wait…what the fuck is this?” A document that entailed the successful purchase of countless luxurious yachts filled the President with confusion. He couldn't remember giving out his signature for s

“How could you! How could bloody stand there like a tree and watch that bimbo hit me!? Tony!”Mary wasn't going to hold back; the fury circulating through her soul was being poured out in the form of ear-deafening screams into the ears of her boyfriend. After Tessa so fearlessly slapped Mary, and talked back to Tony, the man she once served like some type of god, he went to only heaven knows where. Infuriatingly enough, Mary was left alone at the Ballet Academy. Did she try to get her registration done?She did, but the senior mistress, Madam Angelica, that chic-looking Italian woman, was as fearless as they come — even when Mary threatened her using the Williams name, she gave zero fuck. Currently, she was seated in an Escalade — a chauffeur wasn't with them. Her boyfriend, one that she was freaking pregnant for, left her by herself in an Estate she wasn't wholly familiar with, and now that it was night, came to pick her up. Who the hell does that? — wasn't that borderline cruel

The ride back to the penthouse entailed… silence. Although none said a thing, it was evident each had bottled up feelings yet was uncertain of how to say it.The green-eyed handsome devil for once was greatly worried about the beauty sitting beside him. Her eyes were pinned on the partially shut window, and surely, Tessa was in no mood to speak. Starting a conversation with one that was uninterested was hard, and Doreen being a man of few words that he has always been, felt conflicted. What's the reason for her silence? — did that blond bastard say or do something to her?Doreen hated Francisco D'Arcy — a man who ruled an entertainment industry just like W Empire. Expect Fran can never, and will never, be greater than theirs. One would assume the amonsiyty between the two gorgeous men was deprived of the zeal to be the best — well, that wasn't wholly the cause. There was a much deeper history between the Williams family and the D'Arcy. Doreen's eyes were barely focused on the roa