Chapter Forty: I proud of you
After the hotel tour, the guests were visibly impressed.
“I have to say, Miss Colet Kincaid, you’ve pulled off something many people have failed to do. You are truly excellent,” said one of the guests—a wealthy firm owner with a satisfied nod. “And because I’ve seen this growth, I would like to purchase shares... if there are any available?”
Hearing this, joy bloomed in Alissa’s chest, though she maintained a composed expression, determined not to look too eager. Fabrice Kincaid, standing beside her, nearly burst with excitement. He had personally invited his business associates, but never imagined they would want to invest.
“I would also like to purchase shares,” another guest chimed in.
“I would as well.”
“Count me in too.”
Chapter Forty: I proud of youAfter the hotel tour, the guests were visibly impressed.“I have to say, Miss Colet Kincaid, you’ve pulled off something many people have failed to do. You are truly excellent,” said one of the guests—a wealthy firm owner with a satisfied nod. “And because I’ve seen this growth, I would like to purchase shares... if there are any available?”Hearing this, joy bloomed in Alissa’s chest, though she maintained a composed expression, determined not to look too eager. Fabrice Kincaid, standing beside her, nearly burst with excitement. He had personally invited his business associates, but never imagined they would want to invest.“I would also like to purchase shares,” another guest chimed in.“I would as well.”“Count me in too.”
Chapter thirty-nine: The room buzzed with whispers. Reporters muttered into their microphones. Phones were pulled out. Photographers zoomed in on Alissa’s stunned face, hoping to capture a reaction. Cindy stepped forward, her voice trembling just enough to sound sincere. “She was taken in by my parents when she had nothing. And this is how she repays us—by copying my work and humiliating my family in front of the world.” Alissa stood frozen. She hadn’t expected an ambush. Not here. Not tonight. Shane looked at her, uncertainty in his eyes. Even Asher’s jaw was tight with anger. “She stole the design?” one
Chapter thirty-eight: A fraud The hotel stood like a polished gem in the heart of the city—twenty-eight floors of splendor. A line of luxury cars pulled into the curved driveway, where a black carpet was unfurled across the steps. Cameras flashed as dignitaries, influencers, and foreign investors stepped out in sleek designer wear. There was laughter in the air. Champagne sparkled in crystal flutes. Reporters buzzed around like flies wrapped in silk. Inside the lobby, everything was pristine. The polished marble floors gleamed under the warm chandelier lights. Soft jazz played in the background as staff glided like shadows, adjusting details no one else would notice. Alissa stood near the check-in desk, clipboard in hand. She wore a fitted white power suit that hugged her figure like armor. Her hair was pulled into a low twist, her heels were tall, and her lips were painted a bold red. Beside her, Rophine leaned in and whispered, “The Minister just arrived.
Chapter thirty-seven While in her office, Cindy sat with her legs crossed on the desk, watching makeup tutorials on Instagram. A smile played on her lips as she focused on the screen. There was a knock at the door. A loud sigh escaped her lips. She groaned. "Who is it?" she called out irritably. "It's me, Linda," came the voice of her secretary. The door opened, and Linda walked in, clutching a large iPad. Her eyes scanned the room—there were chocolate wrappers scattered on the desk and an empty Dachey bottle beside them. Cindy still had her legs propped up on the table, her blouse unbuttoned low enough to reveal a generous cleavage. She hardly lo
Chapter thirty- six: Plagiarism After Cindy left, Shane went over to check on Alissa, but she wasn't in her room. So, he headed to his grandfather's. The door was cracked open, and he could see them. His eyes scanned Alissa's face, landing on the bandage that now covered the bruise. A flicker of guilt passed through him, but he also felt relieved she was healing. He turned to leave quietly. "Shane? Is that you?" Martin's voice called out. Shane hesitated, then pushed the door open and stepped inside. His gaze briefly met Alissa's, but she quickly looked away, her expression laced with anger. "How are you feeling today?" Shane asked, addressing his grandfather. "I'm fine," Martin said with a proud smile. "I have my daughter-in-law by my side."
Chapter Thirty-Five: I hate her The next morning, a heavy silence hovered in the mansion. Sunlight spilled through the long windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floors. Alissa walked into the kitchen early, tying her robe tighter around her waist. Her hair was still damp from the shower, her face bare of any makeup. What she didn’t expect was Shane standing by the stove, cooking something. He was reading a cookbook on the counter as he went along. Alissa recognized the book right away—it was the one Shane had given her as part of her birthday gift three years ago, when she’d started cooking classes so she could cook for him and, occasionally, his grandfather. A sharp p