Carol X Whitty Novels & Stories

Scott said. Caroline lowered her gaze. "It's fine, I won't have the time either." 'Good for Daniella. She gets to enjoy some carefree time,' she thought. "What do you mean?" Scott asked. Caroline explained, "I have a lot of work to catch up on at the company, so I won't be able to make it." Scott pondered briefly. "Have you heard about the Xanders' 100th-anniversary celebration?" "100th-anniversary celebration? I had no idea. How did you find out?"

She shouted at Samantha. Carol White glared at Samantha with her fists clenched, ready to give the servant girl a swift beating. "Because of your behavior, my customers might think that they can't afford to buy clothes in this shop! You know what?! Because of you, I almost lost a customer, and lost money! You bitch! Why don't you just die like your father!" Carol White kicks Samantha in the stomach with so much force that she almost spits out her guts

The foyer chandelier cast diamonds on the walls. As Charlotte stepped on the Carter mansion's grand marble stairs, Karla's voice sliced through from the shadows. "Charlotte! Stop right there," Karla sneered, heels clicking as she blocked the path, her designer pearls taut against a venomous scowl. "Ruining the Carter name with cheap street art? That tacky painting? And this slutty look—parading around, spending Howard's money on your pathetic charity? You're ridiculous. A gold-digging manipulator twisting my son around your finger."

I liked her already. “Carrie Blackwood,” I introduced myself, extending a hand. “Yolanda Harris,” she replied with a smile that was both confident and inviting. Her handshake was firm, but not overly so, just enough to say, I know what I want. “Please, have a seat,” I gestured as we both sat across from each other at the sleek oak table. Hillary entered quietly, setting down a tray with coffee, tea, and a small plate of biscuits. “I read through your file,” I began, flipping open the folder in front of me. “First, let me say,nI’m sorry about your mother’s passing. From everything I’ve gathered, she built WhimsiChic into something quite remarkable.”

“Interesting… I always knew Cassidy could turn heads. It’s just a pity… now, she’s standing on the other side.” The assistant looked puzzled. “Mrs. Dylan Edward, what do you mean?” Carol leaned back, her voice calm but laced with meaning. “Queen won several awards two years ago, didn’t she?” The assistant nodded. “That’s right.” Carol tapped her fingers on the armrest. “And lately, there’s been a rising star in the design world… Do you know who I’m talking about?” The assistant hesitated. “Who?” “A young girl… even younger than Cassidy.” Carol’s lips curled into a faint smile. “The same girl who saved my life.”