"I honestly don’t know," Mr. Kane admitted. "I’ve been reviewing the numbers myself, and they don’t make sense. I can't tell where the problem is coming from. It's been giving me sleepless nights. We have spent a lot and gained nothing." "Show me the advertising template the company used. The banners and the video. I didn’t get the chance to review it before they launched it". Mr. Kane nodded quickly and retrieved his tablet. He pulled up the campaign templates and handed them over to her. As she watched closely, her expression began to shift into disappointment. She wasn't satisfied with what she was seeing. The video lacked everything that could capture a buyer’s attention. It was generic and predictable. The kind of template people had seen a thousand times before. There was nothing fresh, nothing creative. Worse than that, it failed to display the full range of the product’s usefulness. "This is it?" she asked with some trace of frustration in her voice. "This is the campaign
"I don’t think so. Maybe she’s still occupied with taking care of her father." He replied and Vanessa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his reasoning. "Taking care of her father won’t stop her from sending the money. She’s delaying, Sylvester. That’s all this is. She doesn't want to send it. Can't you see it?" "No, I don't think she is delaying intentionally. There must be something holding her that we don't know." "I don't believe that. Maybe she found out about our plan. Think about it." "Nobody knows about our plan, not even her Ex-Husband. So there is no way she will know." Sylvester assured her. "Why don't you call her?" Vanessa asked. "I should call her?" Sylvester repeated, seeing it was quite a bad idea. "Yes," Vanessa replied without hesitation. "Call her and ask her why she’s failing to fulfill her promise. Tell her that if she doesn’t send the money soon, you are going to lose your business to the man you borrowed from." "It's a nice suggestion, but
Desmond pulled into the driveway of his family home, still buzzing from the evening’s events at the Orton mansion. He stepped out, adjusted his suit, and walked up the steps to the front door. When he opened the door, he found his mother and sister sprawled comfortably in the living room. The television was casting gentle flickers of light across their faces. "Welcome home, Desmond," his mother welcomed him warmly, pausing the remote before turning to him. His sister smiled broadly, clearly excited. She couldn't wait to hear from Desmond. She was expecting a good news. "How did it go?" his mother asked in curiosity. "I hope it went well." Desmond dropped his key and smiled at her. "It went better than I expected," he said and settled onto the sofa next to his sister. "Sir Orton forgave me." "That's great! I'm happy to hear that." The mom said in excitement. "Not only that. He welcomed me back into Orton’s Group. He even promised my company a five hundred million dollar co
"Who is Sylvester?" The dad asked. "The man who came around when you were in the hospital." Jethro answered, and Sir Orton’s expression hardened slightly. "I’m going to talk to her." With that, he walked toward Anabel’s room. He got to her door and knocked lightly before pushing the door open. She was sitting on her bed, flipping through her phone. When she looked up, she immediately knew why her dad was there. "Anabel, are you seeing another man?" He bluntly asked without wasting any time. Anabel raised a brow and dropped her phone aside. "Why are you asking me that?" "Your behavior shows that you’ve seen another man that you plan to marry." He replied, and she scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Stop assuming too much, Dad. This has nothing to do with that. I just don’t want Desmond anymore. I despise him already." Sir Orton exhaled and stepped closer to her. "I knew how much you hated him, but I think he has changed. You can give him a second chance." "I've moved o
Anabel raised her head and looked at him to know what he would say and their eyes met. Desmond didn't look away. He kept looking at her while Anabel held on with an unreadable facial expression. It was as if the time was paused. Anabel was waiting for Desmond to say something but he just kept looking at her. The eye's battle lasted for some seconds before Anabel held back and went back to the food she was eating. Desmond smiled lightly and shook his head before looking back at Sir Orton. "I don't think I have any other thing to request for. I’m well satisfied with what you have already done for me. What else should I ask for? I’m grateful for your forgiveness, and for welcoming me back to work with your company." Lady Orton, who had been keeping quiet, glanced at Desmond knowingly before speaking. "Are you sure you don't want any other thing?" she asked. "You don’t need any other favour from Sir Orton." Lady Orton asked, expecting him to say it out. She knew he wants Anabel bac
Sir Orton closed his eyes and prayed as usual before signaling for everyone to begin eating. Desmond took his first bite, savoring the sweet tastes, but something else caught his attention. There were no maids. No servants. Despite all the wealth, the Ortons handled everything themselves. Like his family, they don't have any helpers. As they were eating, Sir Orton finally spoke up. "Desmond," he began, and Desmond raised his head, "I invited you here this evening because I wanted to personally thank you for saving my life. This dinner is more than just a meal—it is a celebration. A celebration of life." He said, and Desmond nodded slightly and set down his glass. "I’m happy that I was able to help, sir," he said sincerely. "I saw it as my responsibility." "Responsibility?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's my responsibility. My father was a great acupuncturist. He passed his knowledge down to me. Over the years, I’ve helped people in comas and similar cases requiring acupuncture. So w