"She will be seven next week. Why didn't anyone tell me?” Stacy was surprised at the revelation. She never thought Cherry’s birthday would come up so soon and no one bothered to tell her about it. "But… why is Mr. Yates mad at Cherry for entering the kitchen?” Stay pondered. "I knew it! Cherry was hiding something from me and right now Mr. Yates is really angry about it. I'm sure I will receive some scolding really soon for letting her in.” "You're still young, Cherry. None of you should venture into the kitchen again," Bruce firmly declared. "I'll be hiring a new chef to replace William shortly. In the meantime, it's crucial that no one enters the kitchen under any circumstances. I won't risk your safety for the sake of a meal. If you need food, get it from a reputable nearby eatery with high standards of food preparation. Safety comes first he stated with resolve. "Dad, I prefer homemade food over getting it from outside," Cherry objected, approaching Bruce and gently taking ho

"It's okay, Pookie. It's not your fault. There must be something wrong with the electric cooker that's why it blew up. It wasn't your fault, dear,” Stacy consoled, trying to relieve the guilt Cherry felt for not letting her know about the rules. "Oh, Stacy also calls her Pookie, huh?” a small smile hung at the side of his lips as he stared at his wife’s delicate sweet face. She was very beautiful indeed, with an innocent face and amber eyes. A gorgeous natural beauty to behold. "Erm..I will be back soon. I will get some lunch from the nearby restaurants. I will be back really soon, dear,” He said to Stacy and Cherry before he left the room. "Okay! Tell me more about your birthday cherry. How do you want to celebrate it?” Stacy raised a conversation to distract Cherry from how she felt and cherry also dived into the conversation by telling her a lot of things she had in mind for her birthday. ***** "Vanessa Dawson, what was the meaning of that stunt you pulled out there

"That's a nice thought. I will talk to my daughter about it and let you know what she says concerning your request. But why did you include my wife?” Bruce was still curious about what Mr. Anderson needed Stacy to do for him. "Your wife?” Mr. Anderson half exclaimed with shock on his face. "I never knew you were married! Or is it because I am no longer listening to the latest news happening around the state?” He asked. "Yes, she's my wife,” Bruce said confidently and drank his wine as he stared at Stacy who stood in the distance all alone, not tagging along with anyone. Bruce guessed that it may be because were strangers from the wealthy socialites and she wasn't familiar with them that's why she didn't get into a conversation with anyone, only smiling glamourously as her pretty amber eyes roamed about. Returning his gaze back to Mr. Anderson, he asked. "What do you want her to do for you? Is it anything important?” Mr. Anderson remembers accepting to use Bruce Yates'

The waitress got into the kitchen after instructing one of the cleaners in the Yates mansion to clean up the drink that spilled on the floor. Thankfully the glass didn't fall off the tray and only got to spill out the juice. She took out her phone and made a call. Once the call got connected, the person on the other end of the line didn't wait for her to speak before throwing a barrage of questions into her ear. "It's five minutes now, have you gotten the job done? Is she drunk now? Have the drugs started working on her? And why can't I find her anywhere?” Vanessa asked, her dark gaze roaming around the sitting room filled with affluent men as she hid in a corner where no one would find her. "M-ma’am,” The waitress called out in a stutter. "What is it? Did get the job done or not!” Vanessa’s malicious voice boomed into the waitress's ear, causing her to shudder at it. Vanessa could already feel that something must have gone wrong. The waitress was sure that her madam w

"Oh yes! Aunty, please can we get moving now?” Cherry asked, Eddie. "Yesss,” Eddie giggled a little as they all left the kitchen in a hurry. After Edward saw that the bartender was left alone with no one close in his proximity, Edward walked over to meet him. "Did you give him the exact same wine I showed you?” Edward asked the bartender in a hushed tone as he leaned forward on the bar table. "Yes, I did, Sir. But what was the drink for?” The bartender was curious. "It's none of your business,” Edward said rudely. "If you gave it to him then why isn't he reacting as I expected?” Edward asked but it was more like he was asking himself. "I don't know, sir. I gave him the same wine you said I should give to him in case he asks for a glass of wine during the ongoing celebration,” The bartender shrugged, cause he was sure the wine that was given to Bruce Yates was the right one. Edward darted his gaze to where Bruce stood at a far distance among the crowd, next to some of his