Todos los capítulos de My Beloved The CEO: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

For some days now Robin had tried various ways to come up with a solution on how to rid of her problem with Damien, she had even requested the assistance of her friend Rick to find out where Damien had been hiding but they had no luck in that department. The man seemed to have vanished just as fast as he had shown up.It had already been more than a week since her meeting with Damien and that meant she had only about five days to come up with the money. If not she might lose everything she had worked so hard to get. Since asking her husband for the money was out of the question given that he already was giving her an allowance, courtesy of their contract; she needed to come up with something else and fast. She was running out of time.Plopping down on the couch she draped her arm over her eyes in fatigue. Releasing a heavy sigh Robin closed her eyes in an attempt to relax her tired and heavy body. The day seemed longer than usual and she found it to be cumbersome. Hearing the sound of

"This is preposterous!" Mr Clarre exclaimed banging his fist against the table. "Absolutely unforgivable, I will not allow you to do this!" McGuire joined in on the screaming whilst President Iyong just watched in silence. Waltzing into the room Madame Pourrie pulled out a chair for Mrs Young and the young woman thanked the former before sitting down. Sybil, being the gentleman he was stood up from his chair and pulled out a seat for the Madame. Thanking him she sat down with a smirk on display whilst the other men in the room continued arguing. "Quite frankly gentlemen, I can." "No, you cannot. This is not your decision to make!" "Oh, but it is. It seems that you have forgotten who even started this company. Heads up, it was none of you" Annoyed with his arrogance McGuire glared at the man but Ethan remained calm and unbothered. All of a sudden Mr Clarre broke off into a smirk as an idea struck. "And how do you suppose you fire us? We each have a share in the company, kicking

Seated in his study with a glass of whisky in one hand and his tablet in the other Ethan looked at the screen in a blank stare. His mind seemed to be elsewhere as he had been rereading the sesame paragraph for the last thirty or so minutes.Finding it pointless he sat the device down on his desk before swivelling his chair around to gaze out his window. Changes in Robin in the last few days had him on the edge and he had no idea how to proceed. No, perhaps it had not been days but weeks now.She had started acting weirdly long before now and he was too preoccupied with his own things to tackle the issue. However, it seemed his negligence of the situation only made it worse given how she was now disappearing in the middle of the night only to return the next morning smelling like soap, as though she had just taken a shower.He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and not jump to conclusions without any evidence, but it was progressively getting harder to do so with her odd behav

With his face to the side, a stinging sensation made its way through his cheek. He looked at Robin who only glared up at him with tears in her eyes before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut. with a hand on his cheek, he flexed his jaw to ease the sting in his cheek. Groaning in irritation he leaned back on his desk. Running a hand through his hair he swept the stray locks back only for them to slowly fall back over his forehead. Sighing he looked back to his tablet. Grabbing it he began going over the files Alec had gotten him about Damien.According to his findings, the man was a convicted felon with multiple charges of assault, robbery, breaking and entering. This guy had so many charges going as far as being caught selling drugs and being involved with some nasty people in the underworld. It seemed that he and Robin use to be in a relationship some years ago but it ended when he disappeared with some of her money. For some reason or another, he was back in the c

The septic smell of pure alcohol and medicine was so potent it could easily make one drowsy. Making his way past the white walls and waiting area with seats filled to the brim of patients waiting for their turn, a tired Alec stopped in front of a sickeningly white door. To his right written in bold black letters was a name tag. Mrs Acres.He sighed dropping his head to the floor before heaving a large breath. Raising his head he braced himself as he lifted a hand to the door.From the inside of the room, the sound of a gentle yet firm knock could be heard. The foreign sound is a contrast to the silent beeps of the monitor."Come in"Upon hearing the command Alec entered the room. Closing the door behind him the man orderly placed his hands in front. The bright yellow file in his hand stood out from the interior white walls. Everything inside seemed so artificial as though it was not even real, everything except the man sitting beside the bed, hunched over a small frame that laid still