“Amanda, What did you just say? Are you throwing me out of my father’s business?”Amanda looked at Patrick calmly. “Please, don’t take it as if I’m kicking you out or throwing you out of my father’s company. I feel like you are not capable of running it anymore. Patrick, try to grow out of your comfort zone and stop being stagnant!”“I believe you all can see how the company went to point zero when Patrick headed it. Why? He lacked professionalism. He went ahead to employ all his family members forgetting that this is business and not a charity organisation. They all came to feed on us. They don’t even contribute to the growth of the company. If I don't lay them off this company will never grow.”“Wow! Wow! Interesting! I can see how obligated you are.! How in God’s name did Dad raise such a Liability like you Amanda! If only he could wake up from the dead and see all his efforts being wasted. How are you even my sister?” Stella pounded the desk in annoyance , wishing that it was Aman

Dickson arched his eyebrows casually, a deceptive ease in his expression. Yet, beneath the surface, a simmering rage threatened to erupt, a desire to unleash chaos upon everyone present.Patrick impatiently adjusted his suit and declared to Amanda, "Sign it, and you can be the chairwoman. But heed my warning—I doubt you can keep that promise. You risk losing everything and staining the family name and company name further. If that happens, I'll sever ties with you too. However, surrender the shares now, and you'll remain my beloved sister. As your elder brother, I'll treat you well."Patrick's implication wasn't lost on anyone; it was a veiled threat to Amanda. If she insisted on usurping him, their brother -sister bond would crumble.A chill inexplicably crept over Amanda. First, her ex-husband's hindrance, and now, her brother engaging in moral manipulation. A challenging moment indeed."Fine, I'll sign," Amanda yielded, a condition hanging in the air. "But I have a request. All sha

"Francis has just woken up.""Alright, Mommy's going to check on him first, okay?" Amanda changed her clothes, freshened up, and disinfected herself before heading to her son's room."Francis, Mommy's home!""Mommy!" Francis lay in bed, a big, bright smile lighting up his frail face.Since birth, Francis had been dealing with the challenges of Parkinson disease.For over three years,Francis had been confined to his bed, unable to even stand up. Needle marks and scars adorned his skin.The burden of hospital bills and ongoing treatments weighed heavily on Amanda, driving him forward. Her deepest desire was to see her son recover one day and stand on his own. She thought he had recovered when she saw him today in her father’s house only for her to get to her hotel suite and discover that it had become worse."Francis, does it still hurt?" Amanda held her son's delicate hand, her heart throbbing with pain. Each time Amanda saw her son, she fought hard to hold back the tears.Francis wast

"Who's responsible for this mess?" Dickson barked, slamming his fist on the table. His secretary, standing nearby, turned pale. "We've likely been hacked! I'll check the IP address immediately."Dicskon's face turned an alarming shade of red. Whoever orchestrated this juvenile prank would face consequences. As the top enterprise in New York, Dickson Corp boasted top-notch security. How could they be so easily breached? Dickson muttered, "d*mn it, it doesn't matter. This just exposes the incompetence of my technical staff!"The IP address was swiftly traced back to the King’sHotel. Dickson, squinting at the screen, frowned. In the next moment, a realisation dawned upon him."Isn't Amanda currently residing at the King’s Hotel? She must be involved in this!""That woman," Dickson seethed internally, "she can't defeat me in the real world, so she resorts to humiliating tactics like these?" Dickson clenched his teeth, his expression growing even darker. "Jack, do you have the papers? The

All Dickson desired in that moment was to assert dominance over Amanda. He was inherently aggressive, and once he targeted someone, escape became nearly impossible.Amanda's shirt was forcibly torn open by Dickson, his hands roaming recklessly over her body. Despite the fear and humiliation, Amanda fought fiercely. "Let go of me, no! Hmm... let go, you understand?""You think I don't know what you're doing? Nobody plays hard to get with me. Dickson always gets everything he wants," he declared.As he spoke, the zip on Amanda's skirt was ruthlessly torn apart. However, no matter how vigorously she fought, pinned to the sink, she felt utterly powerless. Horror consumed her entirely.This man had always been brutal to her, and she knew Dickson would only cease when she was shattered and broken.When Bruce was on the verge of attaining his desires, the door was abruptly pounded with rapid and loud knocks.Dickson halted, and an uneasy silence enveloped them. What a disappointment!The doo