Fallen for Daddy's Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

I fix the skirt of my suit for the third time, brush away the dust that doesn’t even exist on my blazer, and walk in circles around the room that has been mine for the last few weeks, where our entire project was born and developed until we reached this point.The idea that existed only in my head has now become a collective dream. All the sweat and effort of my team is on these pages, on this USB drive.I look at the clock, noticing that the time for the project presentation is approaching. I’ve heard that the manager’s project is realistic and not very creative, but it is an effective method for restoring a company’s reputation. Sarah’s project is more innovative, with a different approach to the conventional. Of course, these are just comments; the details of each project have been kept secret. Even the presentation will be done individually.My eyes are drawn to the clock again.12:29 a.m.I only have one long minu

It takes me a while to understand what Mrs. Smith is saying. Eric’s arrested... is that true? I knew that some of the people investigated in the scandal were being charged, but I didn’t expect Eric to be so involved in it. It shocks me to the point where the words completely disappear from the tip of my tongue.Suddenly, memories that were buried in the back of my mind come back like a hurricane, making my eyes widen. […] “Angelee, darling, I’ve baked some cookies... let’s have tea together!” Mrs. Smith said, smiling. “I bought you a present, what do you think?” Smiles and more smiles. “Let’s go on a family trip! You’ve been out of America before, haven’t you? Let’s choose somewhere you haven’t been yet, all of us together.” She always smiled, her voice as soft as the sweetest of illusions. “Angelee, I adore you as if you were my own daughter-”These memories

In the outdoor fire pit, I feel a little more at ease. Jordan is certainly as talkative as his older brother; his carefree personality makes me comfortable, perhaps because we’re almost the same age. Unlike Julian, who has a more restrained sense of humor, the youngest of the brothers loves to make jokes, and his timing is good enough to get a few laughs. At first, Julian seemed nervous and suspicious, but he soon lowered his defenses and opened up a little more, allowing himself to smile even at the jokes he thinks are ridiculous.The other brother, Joshua, looked even more doubtful when he laid eyes on me. I could see the curiosity and suspicion in his dark green eyes with some shades of brown. He also looks a lot like Julian, and his hair is medium-length, falling over his forehead in small, discreet waves. Well, I can certainly understand why he could be called a playboy — with his looks, I’m not surprised that women fall at his feet. He looks like a

My nerves are on edge. I’m so stressed that I shift my leg constantly, oblivious to my brothers’ fun conversations going on around me. I can’t concentrate on what they say when Angelee is alone with my mother. I know Mom is not someone who would hurt her, still-Suddenly, a child’s childish cries reach my ears. I know this shouldn’t be possible since so many years have passed, but I can actually hear it, almost like I’m back in the past. And with each step toward Jessica’s cries, in this mansion that was empty that day, everything around me grows darker. The lights are going out in my walk… But my little sister’s desperate screams only get louder.In front of that white door, my breathing becomes heavy. I know I should just burst open it, but I’m frozen in place, aware of every drop of sweat that slides down my spine under my shirt. Deep down, I know what’s happening on the other side; it’s Jack&rsquo

I never thought I would set foot in this building again, but here I am, in the elevator that takes me to the 79th floor of one of the biggest towers in New York City; it was created precisely to accommodate all the companies of the current most important holding company in America.All of it was supposed to be mine. At least, that’s what I was raised for. My family expected me to take over the empire they built, but even now, as the elevator doors open, showing me an enormous window showing me the top of the city, I don’t feel a single regret.We’re on top of the world. Still, none of that really matters… Especially when I think about my daughter.Angelee is getting married in two weeks. Hearing that gave me some concern and shivers, but they are adults and know what they are doing. It’s not my place to meddle in their lives anymore. But what I can do is make sure they don’t have to worry about anything other than flower arrangemen