Todos los capítulos de Dice and Slice: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Wanda's words crushed Brandon's last shred of dignity—all he could do was stand there and freeze up like he had just been slapped.And before he could retort, John had reached him, ashen-faced as he growled under his breath, "We're going home right now."The Fosters' cars were ready and waiting downstairs.No one said a word on the journey home, although Lionel's rushed breaths were as loud as snores.All the lights in their house were turned on when they got home, with John's younger brother and two board members waiting.This wasn't a family meeting, but a trial."Explain!" John snapped as he flung his phone on the table, with photos of the bet agreement on the screen. "Five percent of Foster Inc.'s outstanding shares?! What gives you the right to bet with those? Or who?!"Brandon clenched his knuckles so hard they turned white. "I was drunk, Dad. I didn't think…""Didn't think?" His uncle laughed coolly. "You are the successor of Foster Inc.! That isn't child's play!"Bran

I wasn't even surprised when the audit report reached me.Despite appearances, Wanda was rotten to the core—it was why I had the finance team run all the numbers as soon as I acquired Wandaful Media.After all, the annual fiscal reports always looked too good to be true, with millions in net profit every year, reaching thirty percent as if clockwork.It took the auditors just a couple of days to catch an inconsistency: almost thirty percent of the so-called talent promotion fees and brand management went to a shell company owned by the girlfriend of one of Wanda's cousins.Then, the money would keep moving in a loop, ending up in Wanda's personal accounts.Still, there were other details that caught my attention, including the fact that at least four operations had Foster Inc.'s endorsement.Not only was the organization's official stamp stamped on the respective contracts, but they also bore the signature of Brandon's assistant, Gigi Brown.Closing the document, I turned to the

Brandon came running and cut me off at the elevator.He kept his voice low despite his bloodshot eyes, but there was no mistaking the quiver in it. "How… How could you hook up so soon?"I paused and turned to look at him, while Carl headed into the elevator, leaving just me, Lara, and Brandon down the hallway.Brandon was clenching his jaw, his fists clenched at his sides. "I understand I've made mistakes, and I'm changing that. But you won't even give me a chance and have moved on to someone else—""Brandon," I said evenly, cutting him short as I held his gaze. "That night, when you let Wanda sit on your lap and told everyone that she's your wife… Did you ever consider that it would hurt my feelings when I was sitting right there?"Brandon froze, feeling as if he was being strangled.He naturally remembered, but it was supposed to be a drunken joke spurred by the mood around the table—harmless fun.He even thought that I should be mature about it and not fuss over something so

Wanda never answered, her lips trembling as she stared at the repair bill, unable to say the word.I didn't look at him twice and strode past her indoors.I could hear her muffled screams behind me, "Angela Stark! You've really gone too far!!!"I never turned, but I did think that it was really ironic that someone like her would tell someone else that they had gone too far.The final audit report was published a week later.Wanda was hence charged with contract fraud, misappropriation of project funds, and forgery among others, with damages amounting up to twenty million dollars.And because she had the Fosters' written endorsement, they were also implicated, with the related department sending a letter requesting their cooperation by providing the original copy of every authorization document.John had a stroke and had to be rushed to the hospital, while Lionel aged ten years overnight.Brandon himself was summoned to Foster Inc.'s headquarters, where the board demanded that h

The skies were pouring in Seafort in the evening after the signing ceremony.After holding a cocktail party with my new partners to celebrate, I was going to my room when Lara rushed to my side, whispering, "Ms. Stark… Mr. Foster has been standing outside the hotel lobby without an umbrella."I paused. "For how long?""The front desk said… At least an hour."I was quiet for two beats and headed down to the lobby where I saw him through the rain.He really was standing outside the porch under the pouring rain, his black puffer jacket soaked through and his hair a mess.He wasn't moving and certainly not trying to find shelter, as he simply stood there, waiting.I watched as the rain pelted him, suddenly reminded of myself being soaked through just like that three years ago.And now, he was doing the same thing, seemingly under the impression I would go soft on him because of that.However, I simply turned away and walked toward the front desk. "Get a car. Send that man to the n