“Sir. The meeting is in about thirty minutes. We should be on our way now,” Edward informed Malcolm as he entered the large, expansive suite, whose attention was fully buried in the numerous files that were before him. “How far is the investigation into the cause of Zoe's accident going?” Malcolm questioned, instead, with his eyes still fixed on what he was going through, like he had been waiting for him to come around so that he could ask. “They said that there was nothing off and that nothing had been tampered with in the car that could have caused the accident. The truck driver who drove the car died a few weeks ago because of complications from an underlying illness, which made the investigation more difficult because there is no one to question,” Edward explained, the same way he was informed by the officer in charge of the case. “So there are no leads? Nothing to tell us if the accident was premeditated or purely accidental?” Malcolm's eyes were in irritation, evidently
Thinking through everything and how Zoe had been insistent on breaking off the fake engagement she had no idea of, Malcolm didn't know why he wanted to keep her around, when it was so glaring that she wasn't willing to be with him even with her lost memories. ‘For what was he even doing this? The proposal? The increased power he would attain if their marriage was announced?’ he pondered endlessly, as he tried to search in his heart why he was still trying to hold on to something that didn't even exist between them. “The ANCLAIR collaboration proposal has been prepared again, sir. The only thing required is your final review before it is sent out to the head company. Mr. Sinclair would give the final approval as discussed,” Edward reminded Malcolm, when he noticed that he seemed to have calmed down a bit. “Not Zoe?” Malcolm questioned surprisingly. “Her grandfather takes care of a part of the review because she cannot do it all by herself due to the accident,” Edward explained, and
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Zoe showed her gratitude to the maid who had helped her into her room. The young maid had come out of the storage room she was cleaning, and saw that her boss's fiancé was struggling to get up from the floor. She told the lady not to call anyone or a doctor and just take her to her room. As a new maid with no knowledge of what had happened in the past and had no friends in the mansion, she picked Zoe up in no time even if they were almost the same body size, and scurried up the other grand stairs which led to Malcolm's room quickly as instructed. “It is nothing, ma'am,” the young lady answered with her eyes looking at the floor, unable to look at the face of the person who was talking to her. It was like that with the other members. “Can I know your name?” Zoe asked, as she took the seat on one of the plush couches that was inside the incredibly huge and luxurious room. “Erin. It is Erin,” the lady answered with a slight trepidation, as she wondered
Audrey was standing in the mansion’s private kitchen on the afternoon of the next day, while lamenting grumpily because of how tough her life had been lately. She was so bored out of her mind since Isla had been hanging out with her mother for days now, and decided to cook something she learned on an online chef she usually followed because she was left out. While trying to find everything she needed for the food, she felt the presence of someone in the room which made her turn instantly like a jolt of electricity surged through her body. “Hi, Audrey,” she heard the voice call to her, and she froze startled to the spot, “How are you?” Zoe asked again, as she sauntered into the kitchen and began to work closer to where she was standing. “I'm.. I'm good. What are you doing here?” Audrey stuttered anxiously as her words became incoherent, with her eyes growing impossibly wide as if waiting for an explanation. She became suddenly restless to the fact that Zoe was standing in the same s
Zoe was lost in thoughts of what ensued in the kitchen with Audrey, and the words she had spoken momentarily without thinking about it. And the manner in which it ended, she couldn't help but be confused about what she heard. “You couldn't do it when you were both married. How do you want to do it now?” Were words she heard clearly which shocked her to her bones. “You couldn't do it, and now you are both getting married, how do you want to do it now?” Were the words Audrey claimed sternly that she had said with a sudden charming smile, which made Zoe confused about what she truly heard. ‘And she and Malcolm. Getting married to one another before? Was that even possible?’ she reasoned again, even if it was hard to convince something in her mind, that she was not yet satisfied with the answer. However, that was probably the least of her problems, because, the short conversation she had with Audrey, made it clear that they didn't want her around and that it had to do with her remembe
There was a little hubbub at the Meyers mansion because of the unexpected visitor that had entered their homes, since it had been a very long time since they last saw him in person. It was Mac Meyer, the grand-patriarch of the family, who was the father to their dead father. Every member of the family came down as soon as they were informed that he was around, because it was a great surprise that he even visited them in the first place. He was a man who was rarely around in the country because he was busy traveling, and maintained a great distance from his family. However, his authority still stood in the family. He was the older version of Malcolm when it came to dealing with business and people, but was more outspoken, blunt, and humorous. “Malcolm isn't home?” Mac questioned no one in particular as he sat in the huge living room, where every member of the family had converged to see him. He and Irina maintained the greatest means of distance as his son's wife, and his grandchild
“Zoe!” They all heard the fierce, sharp voice call so powerfully as everyone's heads turned collectively, to see him storming powerfully towards where they were as he stood in front of Zoe instantly. “I will be back grandfather,” he said to the old man, who was a little surprised by the sudden outburst of his grandson after his unexpected appearance. “Let us go,” Malcolm turned to Zoe sharply, as he grabbed her arm firmly, and pulled her away from the prying eyes and suffocating scrutiny of everyone. Everyone was evidently taken aback by Malcolm's sudden outburst and the way he stormed in to disrupt everything, when they were yet to get over the surprise of Zoe suddenly acting like she didn't remember her grandmother. “What are you doing?” Zoe exclaimed with shock and confusion as she stumbled to keep up with his forceful stride. Seeing that she was trying to struggle with him, he swept her off her feet and carried her in his arms up the stairs. “Put me down!” Zoe fought with a fr
“What is wrong with Erin's granddaughter?” Mac questioned his grandson, Malcolm, as he stood impatiently in the private living room on the top floor, his eyes twitching with suppressed worry about what was going on. “Zoe is doing fine,” Malcolm answered sharply, hoping in his heart that she had not too much impression that something was truly wrong with her. “She asked who her grandmother was. Like she didn't remember her or something,” Mac mentioned, just in case Malcolm had no idea what he was talking about. “She has gone through so much these days. Pretending that her pain doesn't exist is her coping mechanism. I hope you understand,” Malcolm defended instantly, his voice low and convincing, in such a way that his grandfather would not go back and forth about the issue. “Is there something like that?” Mac muttered to himself with heavy contemplation, not seeming impressed by what he was hearing. “Why have you come to see us, grandfather? It is unlike you,” Malcolm questioned i