He sighted her car parked opposite the mansion, she was standing by the car, looking at him grimly. As if he cared, he sauntered casually toward her with his hands stuffed in his trousers pockets. “You never learned to be fast, right? You kept me waiting out here.” She seethed, glaring at him scornfully.“Like hell did I invite you here? What the hell do you want? How many times have I told you to stop calling me?’She rolled her eyes insolently. “You know what to do if you're tired of me. I'm here to see my son and your gatekeepers won't let me in.” “Then deal with it. I don't want you near my son and if you dare to be smart, Henrietta, don't make me do what I'd regret later.”“Perhaps are you planning to get rid of me? Richard, I'm your baby's mother.” She coaxed.“A warning!” He was obviously exasperated by her response. He snapped at her, she flinched back.She gasped, never expecting that from him though, however she knew he wouldn't welcome her. His cheerful countenance was rep

Saturday was supposed to be a fun day, sleeping all day could be quite exhausting, shopping like there was no tomorrow wasn't that exhilarating anymore–going out for fun; visiting a friend, Charlene couldn't think of anything fun than going out. She was awfully tired of sitting at home, studying, online shopping, lost in reverie and soliloquizing. Those weren't fun to her anymore.She wasn't the type that had many friends, lately she considered Fiona as her friend. The only person that flashed across her mind the moment she concluded to go out, her name rang in her head like a lullaby, Fiona. Instantly she took her phone on the king size and curled up with a book in her hand. She had been lingering in the same position while roaming her eyes in the room. Her phone bleeped, she leaned forward, uncurled to reach for her phone, she took it and read Fiona's reply. She texted her that they should rendezvous at a five star restaurant. She received an instantaneous response from Fiona. Char

The bodyguards bowed as they walked past them, Richard seemed not to notice anything else including the guests that were drooling over him. Devyn never stopped smiling at the bodyguards at the entrance. “Welcome, sirs.” A giant bodyguard greeted them, directed them to a room. He unlocked the door with the key then they walked inside leisurely. The bodyguard stopped by the door as he had reached his stop, they took an elevator to the top floor meant for the VIP. “I don't understand what we're doing here in SL Tower. Are you here to meet your client?”“Actually I invited someone over here. He wants us to meet so…” He narrowed at him. They sidled out after the elevator slid open.“Oh.” He gave a feeble response. He believed the person Richard invited must be someone important like them, so he only came to the tower for a conference with foreigners. Surprisingly when Devyn saw director Wilson, the least person he expected, he twitched his lips.Wilson rose, he smiled brightly at Richard

Devyn had been staring at him ever since he stepped into his office. Although he had something to discuss with him concerning the company, there was something else that was more important he'd love to ask him. Devyn cleared his throat. He blinked multiple times as he gazed at him steadily.Richard was literally pissed off. He wondered how long he would continue to be staring at him. He put down his phone beside him. Then, contracted his lips into a frown. “For how long will you continue staring at me like that?”Devyn sat upright purposely. He chuckled. “As long as I'm able to picture out the answers in your eyes. How was your date with Greta?”“I know you're going to ask about that. It was quite exhilarating. She's just obsessed.” He said with a pout.“But you're married. Didn't she know?”Richard cocked his head as he looked intently into his eyes. “Does it matter? When you desperately want something, other things don't matter.”He gasped surprisingly. He furrowed his brows, focused

“What are you going to say about this, Ms. Janice?” After stomping into the office Henrietta turned on the TV show. There, Greta Christopher was on live broadcast, having an interview. Ms. Janice glanced at her, then lifted a brow. “Seriously?”“What do you want me to do? The company doesn't want your face on the cover of their fashion magazines. To be honest, I thought you're better but…I was wrong. The company sent an invite to Greta and she signed a contract with us. Our industry doesn't want to lose a big slot, so I have no choice but to sign her into our industry.” She explained thoroughly.Henrietta tightened her fists ferociously. “So, what are you insinuating? You're kicking me out of the industry?” She tried to maintain her cool but she was pissed off. There were furies in her eyes while gazing into her eyes steadily.“Don't be ridiculous!” She snapped, leaping up.“You make me understand what it means. Greta is given what is supposed to be mine. I'm the queen in this industr