Semua Bab The Return of General Williams : Bab 501 - Bab 510

Hilary shifted uncomfortably, still lingering near the edge of the crowd. He knew exactly how it had happened and was despairing because he believed he was the cause. That was not the right time for Stephanie to experience such. Not when she was battling with so many things - Tim's silence, her dead parents, and siblings. She nictated, fighting her tears while everyone focused on her.She turned to the nearest security officer and pleaded, "Can you locate the President's driver, please?""Miss Benjamin. The president parked it by himself," he answered without minding the weight of his response. "Ha!" She exclaimed in despondency.Obviously, Laura had temporarily forgotten her big problem and taunting someone better than her. She folded her arms, watching with barely contained glee. "Some people just don’t know when to quit," she muttered loud enough for Stephanie to hear. Stephanie ignored her. She looked at Hilary, who was genuinely concerned, and wondered why he had not gone. S

"This way," Tim said and led the way.They followed him into the lounge as contained in Bright's message. "Wow!" The excited girls screamed when they saw the opulent, intimately decorated lounge. It was designed to set the perfect stage for a marriage proposal -elegant, romantic, and dripping with luxury. Unknown to them, there were secret cameras.It gave credence to Hilary's worries. 'He wished to propose to her and her man brought her,' he thought and hated George with passion.Stephanie was thrilled and couldn't hide it when she saw the soft, golden chandeliers with cascading crystal droplets casting a warm, flickering glow, while delicate candlelight reflected off polished surfaces."Do you like it, Your Majesty?" Tim, who had been watching her, asked."Yes," she nodded and looked at the furnishings. A plush, tufted Chesterfield sofa in supple cognac leather and velvet flanked by two antique armchairs, arranged around a low, polished mahogany table."Let's sit down," he said but

Laura’s House What you don't know won't make you sad (African Proverb).Laura had the privilege to taunt Stephanie, which would have made her happy, but she ruined her day by showing her where to shove it. Now, knowing that Barbara was in a relationship gave her butterflies in her stomach. "How do they get men to love them?" She asked herself while on the bus.At that point, she began to look at all the men in the bus and wondered why they didn't have an interest in her. Not quite long, the driver stopped at her bus stop. She decided to be nice to everyone and see if she could get anyone to love her."See you guys tomorrow," she said with a cheerful demeanor before she got up.The strange greeting baffled everyone and instead of answering, they looked at her as if she was a mascot. Now, she was up and navigating her way to the door. Due to excitement, instead of holding a chair, she held a lady's hair extension. Before the lady could pull it back, it pulled out of her and exposed

She shuddered when their eyes met, a cold wave of fear gripping her. The memory flashed sharp and unbidden - Jerry’s whip cracking across her skin in the guard room, the pain searing as much as the humiliation. Instinctively, she withdrew into herself, like a creature retreating into its shell. Now, Stephanie's dressing made statements. Having been engaged to the man she loved and having had her first kiss a few hours ago, she was full of confidence. Apart from that, her conversation with Tim that morning was the icing on the cake.She looked at her engagement ring, which surpassed what Laura ever wore before her divorce, and moved. Really, her arrival made a statement.Her corporate attire exuded polished sophistication. She was putting on one of the dresses that Tim bought for her - a tailored navy-blue blazer with structured shoulders, layered over a crisp. A white silk blouse tucked neatly into a pencil skirt in a matching navy hue. The skirt falls just a little below her knee,

The Lobby Laura grew thinner with the knowledge that Stephanie was engaged. Her circumstances and her assumptions left no doubt: George had finally proposed to Stephanie, and the realization drained her will to live. "But I thought he blocked her yesterday because he hated her for stalking him," she muttered, her voice brittle. Just then, Barbara’s phone buzzed. A message lit up her screen, and her face flushed, undoubtedly another love-struck note from her boyfriend. She glanced at her phone, her lips curling into a smug smile before she tapped the message. Laura’s hands clenched. A hot, jagged fury surged through her, so sharp she nearly lunged for the phone, to snatch it and hurl it against the wall. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. Barbara’s fingers danced over the screen, typing out some giddy reply, her joy a visceral slap. Every giggle, every sigh, was another twist of the knife in Laura’s heart. The Canteen The General Manager and Hilary arrived earlier than usual