“So how's school?” Yvonne asked as they began to eat.Neal smiled. “School has been nice." Yvonne nodded. “What do you major in?" “Business management." Yvonne wiggled her brows as she teased him, “So you plan to be a conglomerate. You're the one in a million CEO in the making." Neal chuckled. “That wouldn't be bad." Yvonne smiled, pleased to have made him laugh. “So is it a postgraduate degree or something? Seems like something you'd have finished years ago.”Neal smiled. That was one of the things he liked about Yvonne. She didn't keep her assumptions to herself and came to a conclusion without any knowledge. She always sought clarification without hesitation."I knew you'd be wondering why I'm still in school,” Neal said.Yvonne shrugged. “I'm just curious.”Neal smiled. He decided to tell her the truth. “I actually had to stop schooling because I couldn't afford the fees anymore. That's why I'm still in school.”Yvonne stopped eating. She looked up at him, she felt saddened

Tina cackled. “What a dumb joke.” She eyed Neal. "How can you afford it?”Jack joined his wife. "This is so ridiculous. Don't you have any shame? Why are you telling such a heinous lie?”Frank snorted. "Does he even know what he's saying? I doubt it." He asked Neal, "Do you have any idea how much this necklace costs?" Cathy looked at Yvonne again and hissed. She faced Neal. “Just because we've broken up doesn't mean you should render yourself useless, you know.“You had better find something meaningful to do with your life instead of hopping around the city with sugar mummies that you lie to.” Yvonne just gaped at them all. It was almost unbelievable. How could they all speak crudely to Neal like that?Moise smirked at Neal. “I understand that you're trying to impress the lady beside you, but we both know who owns the power.”His smirk widened. “If Amber should find out about today, you know she wouldn't hesitate to pull back her support and you'll be left with nothing." Moise face

“I'm sorry," Moise said and moved close to Cathy.Cathy gave him a deathly glare before she stormed out of the store.Moise followed after her. “You need to listen to me, Cathy.He hurried forward and grabbed her wrist. “Just give me a chance. I didn't mean to do this.”With all the strength that she could muster, Cathy snatched her hand from Moise's. She pointed her finger at him. “Don't you dare touch me again." “I was stuck,” Moise was relentless. “I knew your family members were on your neck. I needed to do something so they'll back off. I just wanted to help.”He begged as they walked all the way back to the restaurant.Cathy made a beeline for their car, blatantly ignoring Moise. Before Jack entered the car, he shook his head at Moise. “I'm greatly disappointed in you, Moise.”They all got in their car and left.Moise let out a groan after they'd driven off. He watched for a while. Then he said, “Looks like my work with Cathy is done." He hissed. He blamed her though. If s

The next morning, Cathy rolled out of bed, feeling exhausted. It was as if she'd stayed up the whole night. When, in fact, she'd been so drained emotionally and physically that she fell asleep the moment her head hit her pillow.She felt the impulsive urge to return to the comfort and safety of her duvet; to burrow deeper into her bed and hide from it all.But she knew better than to do that. She dragged herself to the bathroom, took her bath and got dressed.She sat before her vanity mirror as she put on her earrings. After that, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.“Hello, good morning,” she said in a horse voice. She cleared her throat. “I want to confirm the worth of some valuables.”“Alright. You'll need to bring them over for us to see.”Cathy nodded, “Okay." She ended the call with a slouched shoulder and took one final look in the mirror. With a deep sigh, she mustered all the strength she could and trudged down for breakfast.The table of the Nelson's was not only

Cathy watched Neal leave with the lady. Once again, she put her arm in his.Neal said something and the lady threw her head back as she laughed.Cathy glared at the two, raging with jealousy and anger. “What a disgusting and shameless man,” she muttered bitterly under her breath. But even as she wished that she was in the lady's place, as she longed to feel the real Marie Antoinette's Pearl Pendant on her chest, the question still begged to be answered. It relentlessly tugged at her.How was Neal a Beckman? Was it some sort of careless typo? A coincidence? Does the Beckman family have another son apart from Moise? Was it another of Neal's ploy? She let out a quiet moan when she felt a slight ache in her head as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She couldn't comprehend it at all. It absolutely made no sense.Neal Beckman? It sounded like a joke.She felt a prickle on her nape. When she turned back up, she found the receptionist and store owner looking at her. She fel