The Bentley swiftly arrived at the school.As soon as they got out of the car, Sophie saw Mrs. Carrie's car, which she used to pick up Cherry, parked near the entrance. Cherry had also noticed her and ran toward her with her arms outstretched.Cherry's head nestled in her arms, but quickly lifted up, her eyes flickering with worry and urgency. "Mommy, they said Tristan is missing. I want to help find him.""Okay, let's search together." Sophie felt relieved seeing that Cherry had not distanced herself from Tristan because of Vivienne's incident but still cared about him. She reached out and rubbed the top of her head before turning to the nervous teacher nearby. "Miss, where have you searched?""Mr. Carlson, Mrs. Carlson, as soon as we got the news, we searched the classrooms and playground, but there was no sign of Tristan. Our school covers a large area, so there are still many places we haven't checked," the teacher replied."No matter how large the area is, Tristan must be fou
"Tristan? I think I spotted him during the last break," the little girl said, tilting her head as she pondered. Confirming her memory, she added, "Yes, it was during the last class break."Sophie's eyes brightened. "Which direction did he go?""I don’t know. Actually, I saw him standing still, not walking. So I don’t know where he was heading," she replied earnestly, demonstrating her commitment to accuracy. If Tristan was not moving, how could she know in which direction he would go?Thankfully, Sophie was a mother and was not frustrated by the girl's literal thinking. She patiently asked, "Can you tell me where you last saw him standing?""Over by the big oak tree," the girl said while pointing.Grateful, Sophie smiled and quickly headed to the indicated spot.The area was quiet, surrounded by grass and trees, with a single path cutting through. She felt a surge of hope. 'Tristan must have gone in this direction.'-Meanwhile, Cherry wandered along the path to the cafeteria
Tristan paused, wiping his tears as he gazed at Cherry. Silence filled the air as he contemplated her promise.After watching him for a while, Cherry felt uneasy. Thinking that he did not believe what she said, she quickly reinforced her words. "I mean it, Tristan. I promise I'll always be with you and never let you be all alone."But even with such a declaration, Tristan remained silent, which made her anxious. "Don't you believe me? I'm serious—""I believe you, Cherry. And you should always remember what you just said." Tristan suddenly cut her off, his tear-stained face much calmer as he quietly watched her under the setting sun.His slightly blue eyes held a deep gaze, as he thought, 'She said she would always be with me. Forever!'Three years younger and blissfully naive, Cherry thought he believed her words and felt relieved. She boldly wrapped her arms around Tristan, her laugh even heartier than before. "Don’t worry, I'll always be with you."Tristan managed a smile as h
Mother and daughter walked ahead without looking back, leaving Cedric to gaze after them with a quiet longing. Although he was willing to give her time, he could not help but wish he could be walking by their side.Beside him, Tristan watched Cherry’s lively steps and finally smiled, a rare softening of his usual serious expression.'Cherry, because of you, I am no longer alone.'-Months after the scandal that had gripped public attention had faded, few remembered the turmoil surrounding Vivienne’s death.People's memories tended to be short-lived when events didn't directly affect them. Three months had passed, and hardly anyone mentioned Vivienne’s death anymore—it was as if the sea had finally calmed after a storm.-In the Luxford Group’s boardroom, tension filled the air as the discussion turned to Paramount’s latest talent acquisition."I think we should pass on signing Charlie," argued Leonard Dawson. "Nowadays, celebrities leverage their fleeting fame for exorbitant fe
Cedric had always detested roses, and Sophie had also come to view them with disfavor, without a specific reason."Perhaps he wishes to begin anew with you, Ms. Luxford. After all, what's past is past," Linda commented."Is it, though?" Sophie mused, furrowing her brow as she gazed out the window. It had been three months since Vivienne’s tragic death, yet the memories lingered as if it were yesterday.'Once bitten, twice shy. Each time I gather courage, Vivienne’s dreadful end haunts me.'"Linda, do you know? I’m scared. I’m scared that there might be another Vivienne, or worse, that one day I might become someone like her."Linda's expression softened with empathy. "You’re nothing like Vivienne. You’ve navigated challenges tactfully, never resorting to harm."Sophie had employed tactics in her dealings with Vivienne or Melissa, though never to the point of endangering lives. Since the incident with Valerie, she had halted all her plans.She offered a slight smile, concealing h
Cedric was deep in thought when he decided to ask, "How fresh have the white roses from Gallia been these past few days?""Very fresh," Evander replied, recalling a female Luxford employee taking one home just yesterday—it was in pristine condition.Cedric's expression tightened. 'I've been sending white roses for over a month now, but Sophie hasn’t shown any reaction. Why?'"Evander, between white and red roses, which do you prefer?""Ah, I'm not much of a flower person. I like both." Evander chuckled, a bit perplexed by Cedric's probing, which often felt more philosophical than botanical."Forget it, go find the workers.""Right away." Evander hurried out, aware that redesigning Cedric's spacious office to include windows within a week was a formidable task.Alone, Cedric tapped his desk rhythmically. 'Maybe she doesn’t like white roses. Could she prefer those tacky, overly sentimental red roses?'This dilemma seemed more pressing than any business deal. Resolute, Cedric grab
Working at Luxford Group meant each employee was sharp and competent. Yet, when Cedric posed his question, they all hesitated like schoolchildren unsure of an exam answer.They finally managed to say, "White... roses are pretty."Cedric's demeanor softened slightly, though traces of dissatisfaction lingered. His gaze shifted toward the towering Luxford Group building before he wordlessly strode toward the entrance, leaving the nervous employees behind.-Sophie was in the midst of shutting down her computer, preparing to depart for the day when the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention.Assuming it was Linda returning for something, she turned, ready to inquire, only to find Cedric stepping through the door. His presence, emphasized by his impeccably tailored black suit, momentarily stole her breath."Who permitted your access up here?" she asked, regaining her composure.Even though it was after hours, there were still security guards on duty at the door. No one h
Sophie hesitated to take the next step, wary of potential hurdles. The memory of Vivienne's betrayal lingered, haunting her like a shadow cast over her marriage. She feared history might repeat itself, inflicting yet another heartbreak.Cedric appeared visibly shaken, his eyes widening as her words sank in. Each one felt like a sharp blow, leaving him speechless. She was right—he had failed to grasp her perspective."I have to go now." Sophie collected her bag, her usual composure resurfacing as she prepared to leave.Cedric could only watch in silence as she walked away, realizing the gravity of his oversight and how terribly wrong he had been.-Back home, Mrs. Carrie had dinner ready.Cherry, observant as ever, noted Sophie's slight delay. "Mommy, was there traffic today? You're 15 minutes later than yesterday."She took her bag and tiptoed to place it on a shelf, her round eyes scanning Sophie’s face."There was some traffic," Sophie lied.However, the clever child drew ou