Amelia woke up to the sound of the shower and a knock on the room door. Her brows furrowed as she lay there, getting used to the environment as the events of last night flooded into her mind.Coulter was not in bed, but since the shower was running, she had an idea where he was. The knock, however....She slowly got out of bed and opened the door. A house help was holding a lavish breakfast trolley in front of her, her smile small and apologetic."I apologize for waking you, ma'am. I brought breakfast."Amelia gave a small smile and moved away to let the woman push the trolley in. I closed the door, then turned to her as she gently fixed the bed, then set the food on it, making sure the foldable table she was setting on the bed wouldn't slip over."You should have left it downstairs," Amelia said, turning to check the time.Her unintended vacation was over, and she had to go to work. Especislly since she had to meet Sarah.The house help gave a small smile. "I didn't want anything to

Coulter slowly walked down the stairs, Madam Gabriella's phone tucked carefully inside his pocket. Ian and Jason have gone ahead, leaving him behind to savour her expression. Whatever she would give, which, knowing Madam Gabriella was a whole lot.Madam Gabriella was pacing the length of the sitting room, her voice rising as some of the guards tried to stop her."Let me be!" She yelled, yanking her hand away from one of the guards. "I still have forty per cent of this house! You have no right to stop me!""Ma'am," one of the guards said, stepping forward. "The arrangement was explicit. Your forty per cent jurisdiction absolutely does not include this place. Whatever you are looking for, describe it to us and we will try our best to find it for you."She stopped, her eyes thin as she looked up to the guard. "What I am looking for is important! You don't know it. Just let me look for it!"The guard held her back, and Coulter raised a hand as he finally descended the stairs, his smile sm

Amelia and Coulter arrived at the police station around half an hour after the car that carried Melissa to the station got there. She was already put in a holding cell, pending Amelia's arrival and then subsequent proceedings.Melissa looked up as Amelia and Coulter entered, and she immediately began to lose it all over again.She stood up, grabbing the iron bars of the holding cell, her chest heaving hard. "Coulter. Coulter. Tell them. Tell them that I am the woman you love and that you won't allow them to treat me this way. Tell them now. Tell them that this little slut...""Don't you dare," Coulter said, his eyes meeting hers. "Don't you dare talk about my woman like that."She flinched, her eyes wide, like she was genuinely confused that he would want nothing to do with her after so many months of telling her just that. "Where is the Melissa who was accepting a proposal on our anniversary? Where is the Melissa who was going on a smear campaign about me? Where is the Melissa who

Madam Gabriella held the phone to her ear, her chest heaving hard. She hadn't seen the news, but gossip had reached her from various chats that had forgotten her existence before, and all of a sudden was lighting up with messages, asking about her daughter's mental health.Yet, no one was able to tell her what had happened. Sarah picked up on the third ring. A sighbescaped her the moment she picked up. As if she had been expecting the call and dreading it."Sarah. I have been trying to call. I was...""I was going to call you too," Sarah said, her voice low. "Melissa caused a ruckus in the NS headquarters and soiled my plan of approaching Amelia with the papers necessary to hand over the assets."Madam Gabriella froze in place, her heart pounding. "What? Is that why so many people kept texting? Is that why everyone was asking about her mental health?""Maybe," Sarah said, with a shrug. She stood up from the couch where she had been lounging and poured herself a cup of strong beer. "S

Coulter walked back into the villa and grabbed the tablet and his phone. He put the pgone down without opening it, then set the tablet up so he had a full view of what was happening in the other mansion while reviewing reports from the company.Ian parked his car outside the mansion, then got out. He fixed his shirt, then pushed his fingers into his pockets as he made his way towards the main entrance.His eyes thinned as he closed the door behind him. Sarah was already sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, a glass of whisky resting on the table in front of her."Hi," she said, straightening a little. "I was waiting. I wanted to talk to you before heading to NS."Ian nodded and walked to the bar, then poured a glass of wine for himself. He didn't drink, however. He still intended to drive after."What do you want to talk about?"She stood up. "I already have the documents ready. I will be having her sign them tonight.""I know that. You have been ready even before I opted into this