"I've missed everything about you. Everything." Desmond replied, but Anabel was not satisfied with the answer. She wanted him to mention it. She wanted to hear him mention the things he missed about her one after the other. "No, I don't buy that. I want you to mention those things. Tell me those things you missed about me." All these things while she had her eyes locked on him. "I miss the way you smile at me in the morning; it's my favorite way to wake up. I also miss our late-night conversations, where we'd talk about everything and nothing. I miss the way you'd always support me and believe in me, even when I didn't believe in myself." This made Anabel's smile widen, but Desmond continued. "I miss our quiet moments together, just sitting on the couch, holding hands. I missed your food and the taste of your lips on mine." Desmond finished and chuckled and asked, "Is that all?" There was something he was skipping, and she
"Take him away." Anabel commanded, and the two officers stepped forward to take Sylvester. "Young men, you are coming with us. It's either you comply or you force you. Your choice." “Wait—please! Anabel! Tell them to stop! We can talk, we can.” Sylvester pleaded, but she didn’t say a word. She stood like stone as the officers cuffed him and began to lead him out. He looked back at her, eyes wide with panic. “Anabel, please! You loved me! You loved me!” But she didn’t even flinch. Didn’t soften. She watched him go, and for the first time in a long time, she felt so satisfied. She picked up her phone and called Desmond, "He came, and I arrested him. Come to Cardik Hotel by 5pm. I will be waiting in their VIP restaurant." I few minutes later, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Desmond: "I will be there." She smiled and began to tap on her desk, thinking of the things she was going to ask him. . . (Two hours later) . . The warm, golden lights of the VIP re
Even though Sylvester has seen she knows every one of his secrets, he can't just sit there and admit it without trying to save himself. He had to say something, at least deny it and ask for evidence. Maybe there was never any evidence. "Anabel, I wonder who is feeding you with all these lies." He began, forcing a pain and pity expression as if he was innocent. "It's obvious that the person wants us to break up. All these are all just… accusations. Maybe you’re suspecting me, maybe things look that way, but I swear, it’s not true." Anabel remained seated, her eyes narrowing slightly. She didn’t want to respond yet. She was used to his lies already. She wasn't surprised that he was still denying that. "You know me very well. I can never do anything that will hurt you. My priority is only for the growth of this company. I didn’t know Max stole that money to give to me." Sylvester went on with his lies. "If I had known, I would have never accepted it. I thought it was from you. Tha
Anabel's workers greeted him as he passed, but he barely acknowledged them. His mind was solely focused on the task ahead. Reaching her office door, he took a deep breath, smoothed his expression, and knocked. The door opened, and he walked in. Anabel sat on her seat with a polite smile on her lips. "You are here," she said with her neutral voice as if nothing happened. Sylvester mirrored her smile while walking toward her desk. "Yeah, I’ve missed you so much." He got to her desk and sat down. Anabel leaned back slightly and crossed her arms. "You missed me, but you haven’t been calling." Sylvester chuckled and shook his head. "My phone had a problem. I couldn't make a call for days." Anabel nodded slowly. "So, What brings you here?" "Actually, I was planning to visit you. But today, I have a problem with my account. It was blocked. I went to the bank, and the manager said I stole someone’s money, which, of course, I didn’t do." Anabel raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anythin
"I don’t understand what you are saying." The manager leaned back. "For your information, all your accounts have been blocked across multiple banks. As it stands now, you won’t be able to withdraw money anywhere." "You must be joking." Sylvester didn't believe him. He grabbed his phone and opened his banking app immediately, only to find himself logged out. He tried to log in, but he couldn't. Access denied!. His pulse spiked, and he tried another bank account. Access denied. That was when it hit him that things were getting serious. He turned back to the manager in fear. "Why are all my accounts blocked?" The manager smiled. "Do I need to tell you? You know exactly why. And if you want your accounts back… well, you know who to talk to." Sylvester felt his breath hitch. Anabel. She had found out. She had blocked all his accounts. And worst of all was that he didn’t even have much cash on him. He was literally empty. For the first time in years, Sylvester felt absolutely
Vanessa smirked, casting the woman a belittling glance. "See? Money wins." She turned to Sylvester. "Go ahead and pay, baby." Sylvester pulled out his sleek bank card with pride and handed it to the seller. The seller swiped the card, and it didn’t go through. The seller looked up at Sylvester, and his confidence faltered. "Try again," he insisted. This time, his voice was slightly strained. The seller swiped the card again. Nothing. She glanced up at Sylvester and asked. "Are you sure you have funds in this account?" "Of course I do," he replied quickly. "I have up to five million dollars. Enough to cover this purchase." The seller sighed and shook her head. "I think you need to visit the bank. This card isn’t going through." The young woman, who had been watching the exchange with mild irritation, suddenly laughed. She couldn't help it. "Wow," she said with a smirk. "So you two don’t even have money? Proud poor people." The seller turned to her. "Please, wo