Several days later, at the seaside mansion, it was evening and it was drizzling outside. Roland went to his study after he returned home from work. He had been pretty busy these days, so Isabel was not too bothered. She looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost dinner time. She wrapped up the livestream she set up for her fans and prepared to leave her bedroom. Rox happened to show up at that juncture. “Miss Isabel, dinner is ready." Isabel told her politely, “Got it. I'll tell Roland myself. Why don’t you get back to it?” She knew that Rox was intimidated by Roland. It was probably a combination of his stoic temper as well as the usual power dynamic factor. Rox nodded and went downstairs. Isabel went down the corridor to Roland's study. She was about to knock on the door to announce her entry when she heard Roland's voice on the phone coming through the door, "Tell them that I’ll be there in person to sign to documents tomorrow at noon. "I have some

Inside Master Rockwell's study at the Rockwell household, the gray-haired Master Rockwell was speaking to Decker. He held onto his cane tightly, and his expression was grave. “So, you’re going to sign over half of your shares to this Mr. Bright tomorrow. Are you sure about that?” Decker frowned, the reluctance written clear across his face, but he had no alternatives. “I have no choice in this matter. I have to.” He had already signed the agreement Mr. Bright had sent over to him last week. The agreement clearly stated that if Mr. Bright managed to inject the crucial capital needed to relieve Rockwell Corporation’s current financial difficulty, Roland would yield half of his shares in the corporation to Mr. Bright. If he failed to meet his end of the agreement, he would have to repay double the amount of Mr. Bright’s investment in Rockwell Corporation. Mr. Bright had fulfilled his end of the deal, and things at Rockwell Corporation were stable at last thanks to the massive

The clock slowly ticked along It was growing quiet with every passing second. Soon, it was 9:25, only five minutes left until the appointed time of 9:30. Decker frowned and stared at the watch on his wrist. One of the older shareholders remarked agitatedly, "It’ll be half past nine in five minutes. Where is this Mr. Bright? Is he coming?” The others expressed a similar sentiment, “Yeah, is he going to come?” "He’s invested so much in us. I’m sure he’ll be coming.” “Is he intentionally keeping us waiting to prove his superiority over us?” As they continued to bicker on, both Master Rockwell and Decker’s expressions darkened significantly. If this was truly Mr. Bright’s intention, it was certainly a snapshot of what was about to happen next. This must be the first step of his plans in taking over Rockwell Corporation, beginning with a show of power over Decker. As much as they hated to stomach it, they had no other choice. As it was, they had no choice bu

Decker scowled the moment he heard Isabel sniggering at him. He looked like he was going to shoot lasers out of his eyes. Isabel leaned in closer toward Roland for protection, then she cocked an eyebrow at Decker and continued taunting him. That was when Clarice spoke up, her voice filled with temper, "Isabel, this is a business place, not a stage for third-rate actors like you. You have no place here!” Isabel was in too much of a good mood to be provoked by her cheap taunt. She flashed a smile at Clarice and returned the favor. “Who are you to tell me to leave? Why should I listen to you?” Clarice turned red with anger. "You..." Isabel proceeded to laugh tauntingly in her face. Clarice became so furious that she wanted to hurl herself at Isabel but could not because Roland was right next to her. She turned to Roland for help. "Roland, are you just going to let her behave like that?” Roland cast a glance at Isabel before remarking nonchalantly, “Why, what’s wron

Isabel felt her emotions stirring inside her. After a brief pause, she remarked, "I see. I was just asking out of curiosity. I didn’t mean anything else by it.” Roland seemed relieved to hear this and stated, “Be sure to let me know if there’s anything else you’re curious about. I’ll tell you everything.” Isabel smiled upon hearing this. “Got it.” She was not going to torture herself with needless suspicions. Roland smiled warmly when he noticed her smile. He promptly segued to his primary concern, “Speaking of which, aren’t you going back to Westchester this weekend?" “Yeah, why?" "Can I go with you?” "Sure." Upon giving her reply, Isabel suddenly realized something and was a strange look at him. There was a clear sparkle in his eyes. She suddenly recalled his reason for coming to Southboro in the first place. He had returned to Southboro to reclaim Rockwell Corporation, thus fulfilling the promise he had made to Isabel’s father. Now that he had essential