"That's brilliant of you to ask that question, Ella." My mouth hangs open at Kim's reaction. I thought he'd be showing Ella out of the door for insulting him. I glance at Zed to see his reaction, and I also see him holding his breath. However, Kim seems amused at her suspicion. "Great business magnates are the ones chased, not the other way around," Kim continues, a pleased look spreading on his face. "My point exactly, Mr. Mori." "This world is full of treachery and betrayal, so it's hard to trust anyone. So, I admire that, Ella. You're still young and expected to easily get swayed by attractive offers." "So?" Ella raises a brow at him, waiting for the bottom line of all these. She's indeed a strong and brilliant woman, fearless and confident. And Kim, the man born for the business world, easily spots her potential. "My motives behind the offer are exposure to your country, partnership with Jamella Tech, and fame. We all know that Jam

Ella's POV “Where are we going?” I ask Zed as soon as I have figured out that we’re not on our way home.“Lunch.” His eyes are on the road but he casts a glance sideways.“Okay.” I’m also hungry already, so I just nod and close my eyes.My thoughts go back to Mr. D right away. And this connects me to the task James told me. That he won’t mind giving me the business he and my dad had worked hard for secretly. However, he indirectly asked me to avenge him by competing against Kim Yuan’s Corporation. And that would be a man named Dennis.Now, I understand what James meant. Dennis is the genius who leads the team of highly-capable engineers and computer programmers who create and design Kim Yuan’s flagship products. If I’m going to pirate Mr. D, that means robbing him of the source of his success. Though hiring other talents is possible,

“Ella,” says Zed, glints of nervousness painting his face. I want to make things right with you. I want to give our relationship a proper name.”A pang of pain wraps my heart. This man is indeed silly enough to jump into a cliff of uncertainties. He knows I can never promise a future for both of us, but he is still making a fool of himself. He has been there.“May I see what’s in that other box, please?” I tell him, changing the topic. I am also curious about what is he’s asking in that other box.Zed stares at me for a while before he moves his eyes towards the two attendants who are watching us from afar.One nod from Zed, and the two come forward. One of them is still holding the heart-shaped pillow that carries the box. The two bow slightly before the bearer of the pillow puts down the box carefully in front of me. My heartbeats turn into a frenzy. It pounds hard against my ear as I feel I know what’s wr

"It's not w-what you think, Ella," Zed stutters as glints of nervousness hit his eyes. "I can't explain as of now, but one day I'll make you understand.""How am I going to interpret it? Those numbers of orders you make are enough to fill all the walls of this house. I'm not as stupid as you think. You just have to be honest with me because I can understand," my voice already cracks.Zed pulls to the side of the road and turns off the engine. He closes his eyes and later rubs his face with his hand."When I said I love you, I'm not lying, Ella. There's just something I want to look at in those paintings – I'm searching for something."Searching for something. Is he also an artist who thinks his works are copied?I sigh. I'm not in the mood to ask about his hobby. Maybe I can do that later. But for now, I just want to mess up with my jealousy. He looks sincere indeed. And those beautiful eyes of him are begging for my understandi

Maezy. Right, she's the one. I never remember inviting her here. And even if she's Ara's friend, I don't believe she will be bold enough to invite her. Her gaze is flaming like she's about to devour me alive. I don't have to think twice to conclude that those stares are deadly and full of hatred. But why? "Love, what's wrong?" Zed whispering in my ear has me come back to my senses. I haven't noticed that he has already ended his opening remark. I tilt my head to look at him, then move my eyes towards the woman. Even if I haven't lingered my gaze on her for even half a second, I know Zed has followed me. I look at him again affectionately, and he also locks his eyes on me meaningfully, our smile never leaving our lips. In the eyes of the crowd, we are one sweet couple -- lost in the tide of the moment -- whispering sweet nothings. Zed doesn't reply as the lady of the ceremony mentions us again. She grabs our attention as she announces that the next part is a song rendition by a famo