The drive was quiet and smooth through the night until it pulled over, the gate glided open, letting it drive in peacefully. The black Mercedes-Benz AMG shimmered as it drove straight to the parking lot under the dimly lit surroundings. Right after it parked, the door opened gently and Anthony stepped out of the car, his expression calm but composed. His eyes briefly scanned around the hotel before he proceeded to the back door. “Good evening, sir. I'm elated to see you arrive. I've been bothered about you since you left in the evening. What's the matter?” A voice asked, clearly concerned It was the gate guard. When he opened the gate, he recognized that the car belonged to Anthony, so he decided to rush by to ask if all was well. “Everything is fine. Thank you for checking,” Anthony answered without giving him a glance. He was so worried about Sarah's state. The gate guard observed that something was off, even though Anthony responded politely to him. He swallowed

Anthony sighed, shaking his head. “You saw nothing.” He leaned back on his seat, crossing his leg. “I made sure to keep them tight….but if you want to see, I can s—” He replied, trying to tease. But Sarah shook her head, interrupting. “Don’t worry, I don't want to.” They both chuckled, looking at each other. After a brief moment, Anthony stretched his body and stood up. “I know you must be hungry,” he said, glancing at Sarah. “What would you like for breakfast?” He asked. Sarah yawned lightly, standing up also, as she took in the beautiful room. “Anything will serve,” she replied. Anthony sighed but didn't bother pressing further. He nodded and walked over to a nearby table. Grabbing the telephone on it, he punched in a number and sent it. “Hello? Good morning to you, sir. How may we help you today?” A polite female voice came through from the other end of the call. “Calling from room number 003 at the penthouse. I need two dishes of fried rice and chicken alongside two bott

Sarah paused, looking at him. Her expression slightly changed as she dropped her phone to respond. “Actually,” her voice cracked with emotion as she started. “She's no more.” “Ah!” Anthony exclaimed, staggering back slightly, completely shocked to the bone. He shook his head sadly, sympathizing. “So sorry about the loss.” Sarah smiled faintly, her expression sour. “It’s something painful, honestly, but I've moved on, letting go of the past.” She said “It all happened on my 21st birthday when she fell sick,” she continued. “And as if she knew she was going to pass away, she handed her small company—all built by herself—to me as a gift.” Sarah took a breath, tears forming in her eyes. Anthony's face turned pale as he shook his head. He leaned forward, took Sarah's hand into his, squeezing it softly. “I can feel your pain,” he uttered, his voice calm and gentle. He looked at her, his eyes traveling straight into hers to keep her strong. He continued quietly, his voice fi

That same morning, in a beautiful polished living room. A bottle of liquor was sighted on a refined table.A man sat on a sofa with a composed yet boastful expression, his legs relaxed softly on the table with a drink as he watched the turned-on TV with a satisfied smile spread across his face. He occasionally sips from the glass of liquor, half-filled, in his hand. Just then, a woman dressed in a beautiful yet skimpy dress descended into the living room. She glanced at the man, curiosity and eagerness in her expression. “How did it go, Harry?” Charlotte asked, walking over. She reached out for a glass and poured herself a generous amount of the liquor before taking her seat.“Did everything go as planned? Were you able to accomplish it?” She continued, taking a brief sip. Harry's gaze flicked to her briefly, his smile growing wider. He sipped his drink again before placing it back down on the table. Completely reducing the volume of the TV with a soft remote control press, he loo

The drive to Sarah's place didn't take that long on the road. Soon, a cab pulled over at a place with both Anthony and Sarah stepping out of the car after settling the driver.The manor, although it wasn't exuding sophistication, was no doubt a little classic, designed with modern paint. As Anthony and Sarah walked inside, the air was slightly thick with silence. Sarah stood in front, leading the way.Anthony remarked, glancing around the manor. “This place is cool. Love how beautifully everything is organized.” Sarah grinned softly. “Thanks but not compared to where you stay,” she replied over her shoulder.“Where I stay?” Anthony frowned dramatically. “But that's not my house.” Sarah heard over her shoulder.“Even though,” Sarah teased. “You're enjoying yourself there.” “You really believe that?” Anthony questioned.Sarah paused and turned to look at him, her lips curved into a smirk. “Of course.” “Then why not come and let's both stay together since you love the place more than