Novel & Cerita Sylvia Chang

"Yes sir, would you like a cup of tea as you wait? “ He did not respond. She bowed again and got out of the office. She could not believe what she had done, she had just rejected the member of the most influential man. Worst of all, she was to call one of his most recent and long stayed lovers. One thing was for sure, she was an inch closer to losing her job. Five minutes had not ended when she was called to receive the youngest daughter of the Sang family. She wore a revealing red dress and black stilettos. Her long dark hair swayed smoothly with every step she took. Qiao Mo put on a smiling face and guided her to the president’s office. She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went

Sylvia said with her hands on her hips. Claire looked at her and calmed down. She could not dispute what Sylvia said and put her head down with a shameful expression. She was so used to belittling Blake that she had forgotten herself and who she was speaking with. Sylvia was cousins with the company’s CEO she wanted to invest in and Blake, who is also an Elon. “I’m sorry. I misspoke, and you’re right. I would have never gotten this investment if it weren’t for Blake.” Claire said, humbled by Sylvia; she still hadn’t signed the contract and was relying on Sylvia at this moment.

Lady Cecilia Longhorn patted her hand and said with a smile, "Alright, you're the one who made the soup. Go and bring it over." She watched as the girl left for the kitchen, and only then did she look away. She glanced at Blake with a smile and said, "She's Chang Tingkuan's youngest daughter, Chang Yan. She's currently in her second year of university. She's very quiet and elegant, and she is also good at cooking. Isn't she great?" Chang Tingkuan was the richest man in South City last year. He started his business by shipping. It was said that one-third of the real estate in South City belonged to the Changs. His two sons expanded the business landscape of the Changs.

Later that evening after the Carson’s have gone to bed and the house is quiet, Sylvia got under the covers of her queen sized bed before opening her journal to write her plan. As the young woman started to write her left hand went to her stomach just like every other night before tonight, but instead of being happy about the impending arrival, Sylvia’s heart was heavy for the first time in ten months as her child moved within her. Sylvia continued to write as she thought silently. How would she be able to help her best friend? Would she even allow her to help?

I found Sylvia coming out of the bathroom that was located across from the breakroom. She was dabbing her brown eyes until she looked up and saw me. Sylvia was five feet and five inches tall with a feminine form. She had greenish blue hair that hung past her waist unless she had it in a ponytail like she did today. “Um, hi Chrys. I mean boss. Miss Blackcrest.” She stammered. “Chrys is fine. Alpha soon if you’re interested.” I told her. She kept looking down at the floor and everywhere else but me.

Sylvia was a PhD student who joined Linus's Advanced Spatial Analysis seminar in Cambridge in the autumn term. She was from Switzerland and specialised in landscape archaeology. I first met her in Linus's office. I had gone in to drop off some documents and, when I knocked and entered, she was standing by his whiteboard, which was covered in complex spatial autocorrelation models. She turned around, her short blonde hair neat, her blue eyes sharp behind her glasses. She gave me a quick, assessing look, then smiled.

Sylvia's POV “It’s good to meet you, Clara,” I said warmly as I walked alongside Clara and Azrael to the dinner table. “I’m Sylvia Moonriver. I’m looking forward to working with your family on the Ridgehaven development plan.” I offered her a hand. Clara blinked at me, as if surprised to hear me talking at all, and shook my hand limply before immediately turning back to Azrael.

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

After they were seated, silence descended upon them as he waited for Sylvia to continue with her story. “I’m Sylvia Lancaster, the manager of the DCL Incorporated and all of the Davidson’s businesses, and I’m married to Williams Lancaster, but he’s not your father,” she gulped, chancing a glance at Jamie but his gaze was set ahead, and his expression was hard, giving nothing away but his posture looked tense. Yet, she continued, knowing she had to start from the very beginning if she needed his forgiveness and trust.

Sylvia's face stiffened at that, but she didn't say anything more. A month after Owen's divorce from his first wife, he and Sylvia tied the knot. Sylvia, a girl from a small town, was a leading actress in local plays. At 16, she met Owen, a young man from the bustling city of Ventropolis, who was teaching in her town. Despite their seven-year age difference, they immediately felt a connection. However, two years into their relationship, Owen returned to Ventropolis. Sylvia patiently waited for him for three years. During that time, he visited her and promised to return in three months to marry her. But heartbreak awaited Sylvia; she discovered that Owen had wed another woman named Frida Youn