Semua Bab Stolen heaven : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The car came to an abrupt stop, and Liam alighted from it; he stood for a split second, staring intently at the thirty-storey building his father had faced hell to build. The more steps he took closer to it, the more the reporters and bloggers rushed after him, all attempting to put their microphones close to his lips. He ignored them and left the trouble of keeping them a bay to his bodyguards.Liam walked in and the aura in the room was gloomy and depressing. Some of the staff have confused expressions or unkempt looks about them. The news had broken up at about 12pm so everyone had heard it by morning.He had to switch off his phone all night as the persistent calls he was getting from investors and business associates of Golden Fingers who were contemplating pulling out were infuriating.Amber had paced endlessly about in the room, biting her fingernails unconsciously and coming up with ridiculous ideas on ways out of the mess his father Rowen Hickson had caused; karma did choos

Adrian felt his blood boil as he flung open the door just in time to see the bartender caressing Rissa's exposed lap; he felt a murderous rage, and he rushed over to him and punched him in the face. The latter fell on his butt wide-eyed.“How dare you touch my woman!” He thundered.He rushed over to the chair and picked Rissa up who was muttering inaudible words. The bartender stood up abruptly, ready to fight back, when a strong hand held him in place. He looked up at the giant, muscled man in a suit, and fear gripped him.The bodyguard bowed slightly to Adrian and dropped the agape bartender back on the floor. He rushed past him to open the door of the bar and made for the car. Martha had reached out to him as Adrian had instructed her before he left hurriedly.They alighted from the car in front of the house and Rissa gently stirred awake. She closed her eyes again afraid she could be having a silly fantasy of Adrian. She remembered bashing him with spiteful words and rushing out

*Flashback*Rissa felt flustered as the mean-looking supervisor dumped the files on her table and gave her a “dig your head into it” look.She cursed inwardly at her ill luck for being transferred to the department in the first place.Another colleague of hers had kept rambling on how she barely had anything to do all day in her department while Rissa barely had time to even enjoy her personal life as a single young adult.She rested her head on the table forcing herself to defy her latest order. She had heard the CEO’s son was returning from study overseas, not that she cared at all.All she had ever wanted was for her internship to end and probably become a permanent staff member, but looking at her lackadaisical attitude at the moment, that sounded like a dream too good to be true.“Do you need a helping hand over there?”Rissa jolted up and turned her head slightly, her eyes bore into another; a voluptuous lady of about her age range, she had a beautiful smile plastered on her fac

The blind flung open, revealing the cool morning breeze; Liam breathed it in as he held his bundle of joy in his arms. She wriggled slightly, rubbing her face with her tiny palms.Amber giggled proudly as she watched the pure ecstasy on Liam's handsome face; he was grinning happily; a few hours ago, he had gotten a call from the hospital that his wife was falling into labor.He had left in the middle of a meeting with the top board of directors. He didn't care about the disapproving look on their faces when he decided what was more important, but he couldn't care; his child was about to be born.A rush of relief flooded Amber's mind when Adrian walked into the hospital ward almost out of breath and held her hand reassuringly. It gave her the courage to want to give him that joy he deserves.It had only been a few months since they got married, but their bond had grown stronger since then; Liam could barely do without hearing her voice for hours. Amber, too, wouldn't hesitate to call L

*Flashback* Diane kept glancing nervously at Mr Smith, whose concentration was sorely on his driving; she had wondered if he was going to have a change of heart; she had murdered his daughter Sydney after all. She had stilled the moment she sent a bullet flying into Mr. Denver's skull without thinking twice about it; why had he kept her alive? She wondered desperately. “If you are wondering why you are alive, you just had to fit into my sob story to get out of Los Angeles unscratched,” Mr Smith said without looking at her. “What story?” She questioned suspiciously in a barely audible whisper. “A father whose daughter was framed for fraud, and needs to lead her to safety,” the man said in a cold voice. Oh! Diane sank back in the car seat; it all made more sense; the immunity he had granted her lasted till they got out of Los Angeles. She knew she had to be prepared, but for now, she was safe. She breathed in dejectedly; her brain was literally shut off; she wasn't saved because