“So what's left now?” The Nelson family members looked between themselves.“Since we've all agreed that Jack will remain as the head of our family and sorted out the return of the money that was wrongly taken, I think we're done here, right?” Another of the family members said, looking around as he waited for responses.While some shrugged and murmured, “I think the same too." The rest of them looked in Jack’s direction. After all, he had been the one to call them all together.Jack lifted his chin. "I believe this meeting has come to an end. Thank you for coming.”Some of the ladies rolled their eyes, while others hissed under their breath. The men hid their snorts as they filed out of the house.The younger ladies paused for a while when they reached where Moise stood with Cathy.“Thank you for coming, Moise," they murmured in their sweetest voice, their smiles wide.Moise nodded, a smug smile on his lips, "You're welcome.”Even after Moise's response, some of the ladies still linge

The ride back home was quiet. Amber focused on the road before her as she handled the steering wheel. Neal, seated in the passenger seat beside Amber, looked out the window. He took in the passing people, buildings, and cars as he relived the last few minutes, as he breathed in relief that he was no longer bound by any secret contract again.Amber, on the other hand, was pissed. She was pissed at all of those jerks called the Nelson family for treating Neal the way they did. She was enraged by the audacity of their insulting the Beckman heir. How dare they? If she hadn't suspected that Neal would not like it, she would have had them arrested and locked up. Besides, Neal didn't want to reveal his identity yet.But she was also pissed at Neal. How could he allow all of that? Why didn't he get back at them after he found out his real identity? He had the means, he could lock them all up for decades if he wanted. Why did he even attend that damn meeting?Her hands on the steering wheel ti

“Peter still isn't in school today?” One of the students walked to another as he dumped his books in an open locker.The second student shook his head, his gaze on his phone as he scrolled in. “I've been checking his social media pages but there's been nothing. It's like he disappeared off the face of the earth.”“Maybe he's depressed,” Someone chipped in from another group.“What if he's planning to sue Neal?” The other whispered.“Why will he?” Another student interjected. “Peter was the one who made the rule, not Neal. Neal was simply sticking to their agreement.”From another group, someone mused, “I heard his father grounded him.”The group guffawed. “What is he? Ten?”“His father didn't ground him,” another student poked his head in. "But I'm sure his father would have been very mad. That video went viral on the internet. Everyone saw it.”Vanessa overheard some of these whispers as she walked through the hallway with Neal by her side.“All they do is talk and assume and gossip

Neal was quite humored when he found that the sharp shriek he thought he heard was in fact a giggle.He stood behind the shadows as he watched the girl wiggle in the arms of one of the men. In between her hysterical giggles, she slurred in a tiny voice, “Let me go..." drawing each word so long you might almost lose track of its meaning.She was able to get out of the grasp of one of the five men who surrounded her. She let out a loud burp, she palmed her mouth, eyes wide and then, she giggled. She staggered back only for one of the men to grope her again. The lady hit the man's chest as though her limbs had turned to jelly. “Let go. Leave me alone...” Instead of doing as she'd asked, the man grinned, “Laugh some more for me, pretty lady." The mere sight of his discolored teeth disgusted Neal.The lady giggled. Then they all burst into a fit of laughter. “Let me go…" the lady slurred again.The men laughed. “Why let you go, pretty girl? Come on, come with us.”She giggled, but shoo

Neal jumped up from his seat to see the lady on the bed, screaming, her fingers splayed in her hair.Neal, who was about to rush to her, balled. He tilted his head to the side. Normally, you'd expect that she'd scream because she found herself in a room with a strange man. But she was still lying on the bed, her face turned upward as she squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn't staring at him like he had stripped her of her soul. This could only mean that she probably hadn't noticed his presence. So, why did she yell?The lady let out another frustrated sound. When she was woken up by a banging head about a few seconds ago, she had opened her eyes and didn't need to look around to know that she wasn't in her bedroom. Even the bed she lay on felt different. Her limbs ached. She felt so tired that she couldn't bring herself to stand up.While she lay there, she continued to wonder where she was. How did she get there?She gripped her hair harder. The motion worsened her headache. She loosened