Lahat ng Kabanata ng She Writes Her Own Heartbeat : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Alfonso and Alex exchanged quiet glances as they stood near the school gates, having only planned to catch a glimpse of the twins from a distance. They never intended to be seen—much less interact with the children.But Amie, the twins’ teacher, had already seen them. Before they could turn and disappear, she was already walking toward them with a warm smile."You’re here anyway," she said kindly. "Why not come in and say hi to the twins?"The two men reluctantly followed her into the school. Still, they didn’t expect what they would walk into next.As they stepped into the hallway just outside the kids’ classroom, they were met with a typical schoolyard commotion.The twins were standing near Amie, who had rushed over the moment she saw what was happening to break up the fight. One boy stood off to the side, crying—his face red and full of tears.Christy, on the other hand, wasn’t crying. She didn’t even look flustered. She stood there, unnervingly calm. Victoria, however, was now in

"Do you know that small community school in **** City? I want you to buy it—right now—at double the original price." Alex said calmly into his phone."W-What?.. W-Wait, Sir Alex, where are you right now?" his secretary stammered from the other end of the line."Don’t ask questions," Alex replied flatly. "Just do exactly what I said. I want that school bought today. And while you’re at it, make sure the current principal is removed from his position. I’m buying that too. Understood?"Without waiting for a response, Alex ended the call and casually slipped his phone back into his pocket, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Then he turned to face the principal—who stood frozen, mouth slightly open in disbelief."Now that I’m buying this school. I’m still generous enough to give you a bit of time to pack up your things. Because as of today—you are no longer the principal of this institution."Gasps rippled through the small crowd. Teacher Amie, the twins, and several curious studen

"They don’t have a choice," Davison said coldly. "They’ve known for a long time that Gabriel isn’t my son. They just won’t admit it publicly because they don’t want to ruin their reputation." With that, he turned away and started walking toward the door. Carl and Frank exchanged a quick, uneasy glance. They couldn’t let Davison see Alex—not while Alex was with the kids right now. As Davison was about to push the door open, both Carl and Frank jumped to their feet and hurried after him. "W-Wait for us, Davison! You can’t just leave us like that—we’re coming with you!" Carl called out as they caught up to him. Davison frowned. "What’s wrong with you?" Carl quickly slung an arm around his shoulder to stop him. "You see, we’re bored to death here. We want to have a little fun. Why don’t you postpone your talk with Alex for now and just come with us instead? Let’s hit a bar. You know, there are plenty of pretty ladies out there waiting to entertain us. Haha." Davison scoffed and shr

"M-man, don’t you trust us?" Carl asked, trying to sound casual but inwardly nervous. "Do we look like we’re hiding something from you?" Davison turned and stared at Carl, his expression unreadable. "Not really," he said coldly. "But it feels like one of you is." He gave a shrug, brushing it off like it didn’t matter. "Anyway, as long as it doesn’t involve me, I don’t care." With that, Davison turned on his heel and walked straight to his car. "I’ll be the one choosing the restaurant," he called over his shoulder. "Just follow me, Alex. The rest of you—come if you want." He climbed into his car and started the engine. Frank, Alex, Carl, and Alfonso looked at each other the moment Davison drove off, all letting out a collective sigh of relief. "Does that guy have a sixth sense or something?" Carl muttered. "How the hell did he know we’re hiding something?" "Maybe because of you, idiot," Alfonso shot back. "Out of all of us, you’ve got the loosest mouth. He probably picked up on

"H-haha... Sirs..." All of a sudden, our boss’s earlier arrogance melted away, his voice now nervous, almost pitiful in tone. "I—I’m sorry for not realizing how important you all were. Please, forgive a humble man like me who’s just trying to live a quiet life..." He forced a chuckle, lowering his head slightly. Then he turned his gaze toward me. For a moment, there was a sharp glint in his eyes—cold and warning—before he softened his expression again and turned back to Davison’s group. "Actually, it’s this woman’s fault for not telling me sooner. But don’t worry, next time, we’ll do our best to serve you properly." Davison’s brows furrowed, and the other four men narrowed their eyes at him, their expressions darkening. "Why are you blaming Monica for your rudeness?" Davison asked coldly. "You should be apologizing to her—not to us—for the way you treated her." "A-ah... y-yes, of course... I’ll say sorry to her... l-later." my boss stammered, flashing a forced, awkward smile.