Tracey's POVHaving checked on my father, I walked to the living room and had a cup of tea with Cecile.My father remained sedated. He couldn't recognize me."Rumor has it that you were gone for five years. After your father passed away, you came back to claim his inheritance. I argue with people who say that every time I hear this kind of bullshit. I know who you are, Tracey. You're the only honest and innocent one in this family."Cecile put down the teacup in her hand and said indignantly.But I knew these rumors were highly likely spread by Cecile herself."I don't have any ambitions," I said. "I just want to know why everyone keeps telling me that my father was dead, even though he's still alive."The old butler replied, "Old Master got into a bad car accident a few months ago. The driver has never been found. This accident looked like a professional killer's job. We're afraid that your father's life is in danger, so we have to spread the rumors and tell everyone that he's dead.
Tracey's POVLucas waved his hand slightly to stop his bodyguards.It seemed that he wanted to fight this fair and square.But how could he? Darren served in Navy SEALs before, whereas Lucas was nothing but a filthy rich kid growing up in boarding school.There's no way for Lucas to get out of this fight unharmed.As I thought my ex-husband was about to say something to calm Darren down...Well, he did completely the opposite -"I've heard something about you," He wiped his hand with a handkerchief and threw it on the floor. "You've served in the army before. Tell me something, Swanson, is the rumor sure? Did they ask you to pick up soaps every time you were in the shower because you used to give it up to them so sweetly..."Lucas didn't finish his provoking speech, because Darren had already swung his fist at Lucas' head.Lucas swiftly dodged Darren's punch and moved to the other side.But Darren didn't want to give him a break. He started moving with a rhythm that was both terrifyin
Tracey's POV"Where are you right now? Larry called and he said you didn't show up for your meeting! What happened?!" My uncle roared at the other end of the line.Larry? My mind raced fast. Oh, shit. I completely forgot that I had a meeting with Larry Schmit, our potential investor.My uncle didn't get an answer from me, so he continued, "Now Larry refuses to have another meeting with you because he thought you were playing with him.""I'll call him right now," I said and hung up on him as I got into the helicopter.Lucas helped me to put on the safety belt.I asked, "Is there any chance that you know a guy named Larry Schmit?""I might know him. What's going on?" Lucas said without looking at me. He was still busy tying me up with belts."I need to get him to sign a contract," I replied.Lucas took a glance at me and said, "Your uncle seems to want to use you as an Ace card in his pocket. He can't just keep sending you to assholes and expect you to get things done.""It's none of yo
Lucas' POVWhat the fuck did she say?Did she say that she would like to go upstairs with that fucking idiot Larry Schmuck?Did she really mean it? Can't she see that that old pervert drooling all over the place because of her?!"...So, Sir, I do recommend using this Titleist’s TSR3 driver. It's the most used by the top 100 PGA Tour pros..."The caddie kept speaking but my head was buzzing.And then, I saw Tracey walking into the Hotel&Spa with Larry Schmit following her like a big fat minion.What the hell?!"You know what? I'll take them all. Charge 10% more for your tip."The caddie looked surprised by my sudden explosion of generosity."Thank you very much, Sir..."I walked straight into the Hotel&Spa, but I didn't see Tracey anywhere.Where the fuck did she go?!I grabbed the doorman and asked anxiously, "Did you see a tall, hot blonde girl walking inside with a fat middle-aged man?"The doorman had a mysterious smirk on his face -"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to narrow it down a
Tracey's POV"Miss Stewart, we've got a problem..." My assistant Jill placed a piece of paper on the table.I picked it up.It was an invitation to bid from R&E LLC, the most influential investment company in the entire country."This is good news. We should prepare for it," I said."There's an introductory session tonight. Everyone has the invitation except for us." Jill replied."Did you call their R&E's PR team to verify this situation?" I frowned.Jill nodded and said, "Yeah... But they told me that they were told not to send us an invitation. I'm so confused right now. This has never happened before."I frowned. People in the most prestigious company deliberately ignored me for an open bidding.This is an absolute nightmare.I don't remember that I have offended anyone from R&E.There must be some misunderstanding.I picked up my phone and dialed the number of Alice Kutcher.She used to be one of my loyal minions in college and she works for R&E now."Oh mine, Tracey?! Is that re
Tracey's POVAre you fucking kidding me?I can't believe that fucking bitch would dare to say something like that in front of everyone!Lucas looked confused. But instead of looking at me, he held Jessica in his arms and lowered his head, trying to soothe her down.Seriously?!I said to one of Jessica's minions and said, "You! The one with the phone in your hand! You were videotaping just now! Show us what's on your phone and let everyone see what really happened.""No! I didn't do no videotaping!!!" That girl looked panicked.Having noticed that Jessica was staring at her, she completely freaked out.So, she smashed her phone on the ground and stepped on it."Stop bothering my friends!" Jessica raised her voice in Lucas' arms, gloating in secret. "It's all your fault! Everybody saw it! You pushed me and I fell into that rack. Now all these beautiful dresses are ruined, and it's all because of you!"I looked around and saw a surveillance video over my head."Let's check the surveillan
Tracey's POV"Do you think this is really going to work? I don't think how this is going to work..." My assistant Jill complained as she put an apron on me.I took a glance at myself in the mirror. I looked exactly like a sous chef."It's going to work," I reassured her, putting a chef's hat on my head. "See. It completes my look."Jill looked even more worried.I held her shoulders and said, "Don't worry. I'll blend into the crowd and get all the information I need about the bidding from the introductory session. Then, I'll get out of that place from the back door, where you will pick me up in your car. Before anyone notices it, we'll be long gone!""I'll be there to pick you up. No problem." Jill said in a trembling voice. "But please take care. Are you sure that you don't want me to call Mr. Swanson?""If you call him, I'll have to fire you," I said, checking my look in the mirror one last time.Jill shrugged.I didn't want to see Darren.After what happened the other day in the sh
Tracey's POV"Swanson! It's such a pleasure to meet you again," Lucas said in his signature monotonic voice."I'm afraid I can't say the same," Darren said.Lucas ignored him and said to me, "And you, Miss Stewart. I can't help but notice that you're in a lousy mood these days. May I ask what's going on?""I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that wherever I go, I see you," I replied."I'm afraid I have to be here. I'm the owner of R&E LLC," Lucas said.Of course, you are. I thought to myself. I should have known it better. You're behind all the companies that make profits in Cheston City.This revelation made me even more frustrated because it must be him who told his people not to send an invitation to me!Lucas noticed my anger and turned to Darren -"Do you have any particular reason to be here, Swanson? Did some rich, bored housewife commission you to keep track of some infidelity case of her husband?"Darren smirked and leaned against a table -"Yes, indeed.