"They're terminating our contract?!" Natasha yelled as she read the words on the document in front of her. Raphael sat quietly beside her with a copy of the contract in hand. Then he glanced up at the men seated opposite them. "The time to end our contract is yet to elapse. Ending it all of a sudden is something you can't do." He said, frowning slightly. "The Conglomerate is really sorry and we will compensate you in any way possible to show our deep regret for this." One of the men said and Natasha scoffed. "The only thing you can do for me right now is not to terminate this contract! Do you have any idea what Queenie will do to me once she finds out I've been deserted!" Natasha yelled but Raphael held her hand, cutting her short. The men got onto their feet and bowed slightly to them. "We really are sorry but there is nothing that can be done about it. It's your signature on that document or we might as well leave you with nothing. Our time here is limited, so we are calling it

6:15pm, Subway station In the sea of people moving to and fro, Raphael sat quietly on the long bench, perfectly disguised with a hoodie. He glanced at his time numerous times with a light frown before someone sat next to him. He glanced at her and scoffed. "You invite someone for a meeting and you turn up late? Seriously?" Queenie didn't turn to look at him, instead, she dipped her hand into the bag which she hung across her body and took out a file.She placed it on the space between them and the man slowly reached for it. When he read the first piece of the document, he looked up worriedly. He opened his mouth several times like he wanted to say something but closed it each and every time. Queenie didn't need to look at him to know he was in a dilemma. Unlike him who looked flustered, the way she sat suggested she was a nonchalant girlfriend who was breaking up with her fiance. "How did you get this?" He finally asked and Queenie chuckled. "Sometimes you ask questions like a

Queenie ushered her children into the house and walked into the limousine again with Pierce. "I found out that your mother worked in the old laboratory building that was bought at the auction by Benjamin Moore." The man said, taking out his phone to show her some pictures. "In other words, there should be something of hers, a document or anything which should point us to where she kept the rest of the medicines." Queenie spoke but the man shook his head. "I thought the same but after a second thought, there's no way she'd keep it in the Knight's Mansion in Maile, nor will she leave it in a place like the laboratory. If she wanted you to find it, then she must've left some clues somewhere." Queenie rubbed her forehead slightly. "Why didn't she just go into hiding until I grew up and save me the exhaustion of finding what she hid." "Hiding would've made a lot of things worse. Your mother knew that dying was the only way to keep you and your brothers safe. If she was still alive so

For their date, Benjamin had chosen a five-star hotel and they had spent the next thirty minutes talking about things that sounded irrelevant but funny. After they ran out of content, the duo went silent. Suddenly, Benjamin glanced up at her and asked, "So, how was your childhood? I mean, I heard a lot about you and your sister." Natasha blinked repeatedly before nodding. "She was a star. Practically the best in everything and for a reason I hated her so much." She replied and the man chuckled. "A lot of people argue that you are simply jealous of your younger sister. They even say you've tried to kill her once when she was still pregnant." The man said in a whisper. Natasha paused and kept her eyes on the plate. Then she suddenly looked up at him. "I'm just kidding." Benjamin suddenly said and laughed. He dropped his cutleries and reached for his glass of wine, "I don't think your hatred for your sister can make you do such a thing. It's just too silly." Natasha nodded stiffly

In the Director's office in Dalton Elementary School,.a couple sat opposite the nonchalant Queenie. Aaron sat on Queenie's lap as she massaged his hair gently while Caleb sat next to his parents. "Mrs. Verlice, I do not have any memory of my son doing a thing like that. And raising a complaint because of what your younger kid said doesn't sound like a good thing to me." Michelle Green said. She was a renowned woman in all of Hiltonia. She came from a reputable family no worse than the Verlice. She also got married to someone from a prestigious family, Owen Garfield. Frankly speaking, she felt she was in the same position with Queenie in the commercial world. Queenie stopped touching Aaron's hair for a brief moment before asking, "In other words, are you trying to say my younger son is lying?" "Yes." Michelle replied and Queenie glanced up at her. The woman's frightening eyes sent chills down Michelle's spine and she flinched before she knew it. "And that sounds like you're cal