Gretchen watched as her boss's hands fisted, she knew what was happening - the boss was angry at her. She was no longer working at the company, she returned back to Italy to meet her boss. "I gave you a simple job, and you couldn't do it. I didn't train you to be weak.""I am sorry ma'am" Gretchen bowed her head down."Beatrice is so heartbroken right now, this what was I was trying to avoid. I don't want her hurt in anyway, and that was the reason I told you to look for a better way to separate them" Mirabel lamented."But why do you care so much about Beatrice" Michelle was amused at how Mirabel cared for Beatrice."Because....Nevermind. Agent Gretchen, you have a candidate to escort, go now" Mirabel quickly changed the topic.******** Mia somehow got information that Beatrice was in Michelle's house, so she headed there.  Getting there, she saw both of them standing outside, hugging each other

Clark drove back to the restaurant, that was the only way to inquire about Beatrice's house and family.  He came down from the car and walked inside the bar, with his bodyguards behind him. "Excuse me" He stopped a waiter that was walking pass him. "How can I help you, sir?". "The thing is that, there's a lady that works here. I am looking for her house, do you know where she stays?" Clark asked.  The waiter was quiet for sometime, he stared at the man and laughed. "You didn't say her name, how am I gonna know the lady you are talking about?." "Oh" That was when he realized his mistake. "I really don't know her name. She's pretty, and... She came to serve the VIP section earlier, do you know her?". "I don't understand what you are talking about. If you are looking for someone, then ask the manager. He has the list of all the workers and also their faces" The waiter said, pointing at

YEARS LATER **************** It has been five years since Beatrice delivered her baby. It was a baby girl, and Beatrice named her "Trisha". Trisha had those amazing features. Light blue eyes, heart shaped lips, button nose, and curved brows. At a young age, Trisha had won her teacher's heart and also most of her classmate's. Her personality was so great. She was kind, caring, smart and intelligent. Her aura was just so great; the way she walks with pride, the way she smile, the way she speaks fluently and the way she dresses . Beatrice made sure Trisha never lacked anything. As a matter of fact, Trisha was attending one of the biggest school in London, all thanks to Clark. Since the day he helped Beatrice to the hospital, he started visiting her, he won Beatrice's trust. Beatrice opened up about why Brandon divorced her, she told him the truth, because Clark was now like the elder brother she never had. He was always there for her. With his connections,

It was weekend, so Trisha didn't go to school. Everyone was present at home. They were all sitting in the dining room, having breakfast.  Beatrice took some chicken from her plate and passed it to Trisha. "Merci" Trisha smiled."You are learning French?" Maria had to ask. Trisha nodded in reply."Your uncle sent you some money, he insisted I change your wardrobe before going to France. He also said to buy you a cell phone, but you don't need that" Beatrice informed Trisha."Uncle Clark is such a darling. Mum you are so lucky, you have two great siblings. Uncle Clark and aunt Maria." Trisha said, as she cut the chicken using her fork and knife."Will you go shopping with me?" Beatrice asked. Trisha thought for a while before speaking. "No. I want to stay with aunt Maria since she's a day off work today... I need to spend some time with her before I leave.""You are making me feel special, Tris

The next day, Trisha woke up and the first thing that came to her mind was her phone. Beatrice had opened an Instagram account for her and because of the beautiful pictures she had been posting, many people followed her. She saw that Beatrice was awake, and was busy with her laptop. 'It's so early and mummy is working, she didn't sleep early last night. She's overworking all because of me' she thought as she stared at Beatrice. Beatrice was sitting on the other side of the bed, her back was facing Trisha. She needed to finish the presentation before meeting her business partner. "Bonjour maman (Good morning, mum)" Day by day Trisha was trying her best to learn French. Beatrice turned, she smiled and replied, "Good morning, baby. Come give mummy a good morning peck." Trisha shifted to meet her, and then pecked her cheeks. "Mum, do not stress yourself......Let's go on a mummy and daughter day out" Trisha screamed happily