ANMELDENThe next morning arrived without providing me with any answers.
Although I had hardly gotten any sleep, I still turned up at work. Work had always been the easiest thing for me to do whenever my private life became difficult. Numbers never asked questions. Contracts did not give me pained looks.
Work issues could be identif
We stayed quiet for a little while. It was too quiet after the sort of information we have just found out about.Conrad Hale.I couldn't believe that this man was mentioned here, right alongside Sandra. Why did she buy that house? How did she lose it to Conrad?Why did Albert have the money too and how is he related to them both?But the question that was haunting me the most was: whose command is all this?I glanced at Damien, he was quiet. I knew him too well to know that he was busy with something that concerned me.That was how good to me he was, yet I was fighting him when I should have trusted him.I groaned in exhaustion and reclined to my chair. "My brain might explode."Damien looked at me. "Let's call it a day for today then."I raised an eyebrow. “really?”"Yes, for today.""Today?""Yes, today.""Who are you and what have you done with Damien Price?"A corner of his lip twisted. "I know when you've had enough, I don’t want to exhaust you.""I had gotten exhausted from rom
Conrad Hale.I looked at the name shown on the screen of Damien's cell phone in silence. It was the same name. The same person who had come to me with the perfect business proposal. The same person whom Damien had warned me about.And now this same person had appeared to be the new owner of the property purchased secretly by my stepmother.I lifted my eyes to Damien. “So you were right.”He did not change his expression. “I hoped I wasn't.”I looked at the piece of paper in my hands. “Why is Conrad Hale connected to my family?”“That is what we need to find out.”I shook my head. “This does not make any sense.”"It doesn't have to yet."I got up from my chair and approached the window. There were too many things going through my head right now.Sandra had purchased the house.Someone had given it to Conrad after her death. Albert was receiving money from some offshore account. Callie was receiving from the same account.There was someone else in the surveillance video who was arguing
I removed my hand away from his as he took the seat directly opposite my desk.Silence enveloped the room for a few seconds."Where do we begin?" I asked, unable to decide."Begin anywhere."I tried to smile. "You are terrible at making things easy, Damien.""I know."I sat down in the office chair. "All these days I've been pondering my life."Damien relaxed on the chair and listened attentively to me.“Before the Sovereign, everything was already decided for me. My father had his business. My mother had the hotel. I had a life that was comfortable without me having to think too much about how it was maintained.” I looked down at my hands. “Then everything disappeared.”Damien's expression softened.“I lost my father. Then I lost the hotel in everything but name. I spent so much time being angry at him because I thought he had left me with nothing.” I paused in order to catch a breath. "But I'm realizing more and more that maybe he left me everything but me…” I pointed at myself. “..
Serena's POVMost of the morning I had spent pretending that I was working.I had gone through the same pages at least four times and had read the budget of the reconstruction at least four times and could not remember a single word.Mia was sitting opposite me on the chair, scrolling through her phone screen. She finally looked up at me. “You're thinking about him again?”I lifted my head. “I don't know what you're talking about.”“You've been staring at the paper for ten minutes.”“I'm working.”“You've been working on the same page for ten minutes.”I glanced at the papers in front of me.She was right.I sighed. “It's annoying how well he can manipulate my mind,” I said.Mia smirked. "That's called being in love.""Don't start.""I didn't say anything.""You were about to.""I was going to say that he really knows how to upset you."I frowned at her.She smiled at me.My gaze landed on the flowers on my desk.They were delivered to me today. White roses.Simple.Beautiful.Annoyin
There was a man standing a few steps behind her. His back was half-turned to the camera. It was impossible to see his face clearly.But I could see her expression.She was angry.No.Anger was not the right word. There was fear beneath the anger. The man said something but the quality of the audio was poor.Increasing the volume didn't help to get some useful information.Sandra shook her head.The man approached her and she stepped back. That proved the fear.They k
The next morning arrived without providing me with any answers.Although I had hardly gotten any sleep, I still turned up at work. Work had always been the easiest thing for me to do whenever my private life became difficult. Numbers never asked questions. Contracts did not give me pained looks.Work issues could be identified, analyzed, and sorted out.Serena was not like that.No tactic would convince her to forgive me. No sum of money could fix the mistake that I made. And it seemed so awkward that I was unable to manipulate this in my favor.All that I could do was give her the distance that she wanted and hope that one day and very







