There was Denver smiling with a strange lady. But when Isabella looked very closely from the one-storey rooftop, she realised that the lady was wearing a large hat and black shades with a green coat. "Jessica!" Isabella was so maddened with rage at this point. When she had looked earlier and didn't seen Jessica upon the arrival of Denver, she had thought that Jessica had ran away to make amends or hide her face.Who in the world would have thought that Jessica had ran off to wait at the ground floor, anticipating the descent of the handsome Denver? Who could have known this but the Ageless One. The rage burning in Isabella added speed to her pace and soon enough, she was approaching the scene. She hadn't decided what to do yet, but she knew that something would be dictated by these overwhelming emotions. "I haven't seen a guy as a handsome as you do." Jessica said, blushing under the shade. "May I at least see your face, so that I could have something to say about you, too?" Denv

Though Isabella's question came as a shock to him, Dowan didn't think much of it. It was only natural for her to inquire. "Isn't it obvious---" Denver almost said. "You shut it!!" Isabella snapped so loudly that Denver shivered at the pitch. Dowan took a glance at Denver whom Jessica was reaching her hand out to across the table, to give him some love in exchange of the snapping. "Yes, I am." Dowan replied firmly. "Oh, so it's true." Isabella added, trailing off for a moment. Dowan didn't add a word. He kept his stare on her for a while. "Then why did you lie to me?" Isabella accused, looking back at him. "I never lied to you." Dowan's eyes dimmed out the light to be certain that he heard her right. "Well, you did." Isabella insisted. "You gave me a wrong number.""I never did." Dowan insisted. Isabella wasn't sure of how to approach this. No matter what she said to exert her frustration, Dowan's answers were simple and short. This pissed her off. "What do you mean?" She pi

"You can stop here." Isabella said out of the blue and the car pulled over. She reached for the door and pushed it open. She climbed out and walked away to the railing of the bridge that oversaw the large body of sea water. "Isabella." Jessica called, but got no response. She opened the door from the other end and went to to join her. By the time she got to her, Isabella was whimpering. "Aw, darling." Jessica put her arm around her, hugging her to her side. She didn't say a word. She knew that Isabella needed time. She wasn't really sure what it was like to be going through what Isabella was going through at that moment. Jessica wasn't the type to apologize for any reason. She had rather walk out of the place a rebel or just say nothing. Hence, she didn't know what it meant to be so; swallow ones pride and apologize for a mistake. "I tried, Jessica. I tried." Isabella finally said, trying to bite the tears in. She thought she had done well to hold the tears in but when she loo

This young lady was about her height. Her legs were long and smooth, her skin porcelain and clear like a sea of glass. Her shape was symmetrical, complementing the rise of her upper body. Bethany Colwill's eyes kept moving upward and upward until he saw the perfectly carved face. The high cheekbones had very intricate touches that outlined the features of her lips and her brilliant eyes. If Bethany was not standing close to something sturdy, the discovery of this immaculate beauty would have let her lose her bearing. What was quite unbelievable was the fact that this young lady was dressed in a plain blouse with very big maxi skirt. Yet in this dress, she looked so elegant and beautiful. Bethany couldn't help but ask the obvious question. What if this lady was dressed in the most finest of dresses that complements both her features, elegance and demeanor? What radiance of beauty would this erupt!It was when the lady walked closer to her that something tugged at the brain of Betha

"Huh?" Isabella's eyes were too reluctant to move from this man to whatever it was that he had placed on the table. She wished she understood what was happening right now but she just couldn't come to process it. It would make sense if it was coming from a beggar or receptionist. But from someone who control the business scope of the consortium?The calm, respect, composure, demeanor. Everything screamed awe. What in the world was happening? Were there truly people who are like doves occupying positions meant for wolves?She started reviewing her own life. How high and mighty she had made herself seem whenever she was meeting with someone lesser than herself. Rolan Group, even at its peak could never cut a one percent deal with Oscow, let alone now that they were in the ruins. But the leader of this top consortium could be this humble? How uncomfortably admirable! She thought. "This is a blank cheque." Edward continued, placing a pen next to it. His words suddenly knocked her out