Sly was enthralled, his jaw dropped in shock. His lips rounded as if to say wow but he held back from uttering the word. Since it was the VIP, the men couldn't follow her in but Sly clearly understood that he had a mission to protect Monica. He couldn't in his wildest dream perceive Monica to go to such an extent. However, it didn't mean that he had forgiven her. "The same thing you are doing here," Monica responded, unfazed. She ambled to the sofa and sat down, her legs crossed. A sting of jealousy absorbed Meg like poison. She craved the effect Monica had on Sly. Monica didn't attempt to touch Sly or anything. Neither had she spared Meg a glance. It was as if she never existed. Sly's eyes darkened with lust but he controlled himself. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" Monica shrugged, her voice calm, "well, I had enough rest during the day and decided that I should hang out a little." Of course, Sly didn't believe her, "you are lying Monica, you followed me

Sly boiled in anger, his eyes moved from one corner to the other, as he accessed the once beautifully decorated room. The furniture was turned upside down, wallpapers torn, leaving a shambled appearance. He glanced at Monica, as she sat carefree on the chair with her legs crossed. His mind tried to analyze everything but strangely, his shock gradually dissipated, leaving a shred of a feeling of what Monica had become. He never expected a calm and calculated social phobia turning into what he would describe as cunning. He reckoned about the encounter in the club, then over here in the hotel and wondered if Monica monitored the CCTV installed in his office to get accurate information on his plans. He didn't suspect Veronica to be behind it because he hadn't thought that she would help Monica. Still, he couldn't bring himself to forget the pain he felt when he saw that video. He felt like a commodity traded in the market and given away on a platter of gold. The more he pond

"Did you do this?" Sly questioned her. Monica stared ahead without sparing him a glance. She felt a bit strange, as she thought of the impact of her actions but Sly's words dug a hole of guilt in her but which other way could she have used to end their date before it led to something else? When she thought about it again, she was rather fulfilled and replied, "saving you? yes. Anything else?" Sly shook his head in disappointment. It seemed to him that he didn't know Monica anymore. She might still hold the key to his heart but he rather felt uncomfortable having her in the same room, as he thought about how far she would go the next time. "Stop the car, Monica," Sly yelled but Monica didn't quiver. She feigned dumb, her foot pressed on the accelerator, "and if I don't?" Her voice was rather daring this time. Sly had mixed feelings, "why are you doing this?" he sounded helpless. "Simple. I love you and I want you back. I just want thing

The detective didn't hear Sly speak so she took it as a lead that Sly was engrossed with the information and continued, "we called her and she said she left a letter for you in her office," the detective concluded. Sly paled at the news, as he felt his breath cease. He didn't believe it but when the detective told him about the letter, his anxiety increased. "Hello," Sly didn't respond. "hello," the detective ended the call with Sly still in a daze. As if washed by heavy rain, he dashed to Monica's office and of a truth, there was an envelope. He took it, opened it and gawked at the content. It was Monica's resignation letter. Sly instantly tore it. He called Elsie to find out about Monica's whereabouts. The latter told him that she was in the villa. Sly left the office, got into his car and drove at top speed. He reached the villa and dashed to his room. It was cleaned with everything changed as he had requested. But he was saddened to see Monica's ring on the bed w

"I want Elsie in Atlanta. I need a trusted person with Monica to give me the information I need," Sly revealed. Kyle was deep in thought. He knew that Sly could have easily convinced Elsie to go with Monica without coming over. Therefore, he was slightly doubtful. "Is that all?" He asked sceptically."No. I want you to manage Norman Holdings in my absence. I will leave with Elsie and James but I need a trusted person to watch over the company. You don't have to be there every day. Twice a week is fair enough," Sly explained. Kyle was stunned. His company was successful now, thanks to Sly. Yet, he couldn't believe that Sly would entrust him with such an honourable responsibility. He couldn't believe it, "and you are entrusting me with Norman Holdings?" He asked carefully, his eyes wide in shock."Do you know a better person?" Sly asked, standing from the sofa. Kyle went into deep thought again and said, "Dickson?"Sly frowned, "no way. He will sell t