With that thought in her mind and while taking care of her son, she began to explore different parts of business that she could venture into but none of them was promising. She decided to go to the big company around and partner with them but their bosses were only after her body. They claimed they were only going to help her and help her invest in their company if she was willing to sleep with her. She tried to make them understand that she was a single mother but none of them were willing to help her out despite her pleas. Although she was desperate to invest her money and get a higher return, she wasn't willing to sell her body to achieve that. Her past experiences had taught her a lesson that she wouldn't be able to forget. The experience had left a scar that she wouldn't be able to heal from. “We can't help you if you aren't willing to help yourself. It's a night and you will grow bigger. You'll become a better version of yourself,” those men said proudly. If only they knew

After two months, Mr. Anderson, came to his son, Smith, and they both had a heated conversation. “What's the problem, dad?” Smith asked with a confused look on his face as he glanced at his father who came to his room during his working hour. His father shrugged and walked toward him with a cold smile on his face. He patted his shoulder gently. “You're doing a great job, son,” his father said and he nodded his head. “Thank you, Dad. You didn't come here just to check up on me, right? I guess there's more to your visit. Am I wrong?” Smith asked as he dropped the pen on the table and stroked his chin gently. His father shook his head negatively. “No, you're not wrong but I feel what I want to tell you is about your own good,” his father responded and he arched his eyebrows. “My own good? What do you want to tell me? I'd like to hear you, Dad,” he said and stared at his father closely. “It's about you and Bianca. You haven't said anything about the improvement of your relationship

“What do you mean by that?” He asked with a cold look on his face and Smith chuckled coldly without responding. Smith stroked his chin gently as he stared at his father intensely. “Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking,” his father demanded and he scoffed. “What does your thinking have to do with me? You'd better go and ask your son what he'd done instead of questioning me,” he blunted and his father glared at him. “Why are you looking at me like that? Hasn't it always been your wish for you to have a grandson? Why does it seem you're not happy that the child isn't mine?” He asked and stared at his father intently. “Don't give me that look and stop playing dumb. Answer my question. What does my son have to do with that child, huh?” His father questioned him and he shrugged. “Aren't we saying the same things, huh? You should go and ask your so-called son, Jayden, instead of asking me,” he retorted and his father took a deep breath, trying to control the anger that seeped through h

“That's bad,” Jayden muttered and rubbed his hand on his head with a frustrated look on his face. “Yes it is bad. And if nothing is done about it, we're all going down,” his father complained and they both paced to and fro in the room with a worried look on their faces. “What are we going to do, dad? If I had known, I would have listened to you,” Micheal muttered and shook his head with a sigh. “This is not the right time to complain about your wrong decision. There's no medicine for regret. Instead, we need to look for a way to resolve the issue,” his father said. “And how are we going to resolve these issues?” Jayden asked with a nervous look on his face. His hands trembled slightly as he remembered the few details of those people that his father gave to him. They were dangerous and ruthless. They would stop at nothing to get whatever they want. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a cold look on his face and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “The solution to this prob

“Congratulations, Miss Georgia,” the reporter said as she stood beside Georgia Rodriguez with a microphone close to her mouth. “Thank you,” she muttered softly as she carried her son in her arms. “How does it feel that your brand is one of the best and most sought after brands in Brimstone City?” he asked with a cold look on his face. “It feels great and unreal because I never imagined to reach such a height,” she muttered softly with a bright smile beaming on her face. After two years and a few months, Georgia Rodriguez had changed into a completely different person. After she was rejected by those big business men, she channeled the rejection as a motivation for her to strive harder and aim higher. With the half million dollars left in her bank account, she opened her clothing brand, the Tears Of a Woman. From getting few sales in a single month, the sales of her brand skyrocketed after two years of being consistent about the progress of her brand. Her brand seemed to be an em