This is the worst day of Theo Kent's life. If he had known that things would have taken such a nasty turn, he would have told John to let Roman be. Up till now, he doesn't know if Roman is really a soldier, but there is one thing that he knows. Roman Croft is not someone to be messed with…He went to the floor a free man, but he is standing up as a bonafide slave. What is Roman going to ask him to do now? Ask him to transfer the leadership of his company to him? Make him transfer a huge sum of money to him? “Now that I have agreed to be your slave, are you going to destroy all the evidence?” “These are the last things to prove that Freddy even walked the face of the earth. You cleaned out every record of him pretty good.” “I won't do something like this again, I promise. I have turned a new leaf as of today.” “Oh please,” Roman snorts. “This is just the tip of the iceberg, we all know that you are not a saint. Do you want me to bring up more cases of your atrocities?"“Please,

John is in a terrible state the entire day. He is in the living room, drinking another bottle of scotch as Finna and Pumpkin descend from the stairs, very dressed up. He is also dressed up, because they are supposed to have dinner with a certain family, but John is not in the mood. But Finna has been talking about it for the whole week, and that means that she would rather die than allow him to even suggest a reschedule. “Mummy, I don't want to wear these shoes! I want to wear my Jordans!” Pumpkin whines. “No, you can't, Pumpkin, your Jordans don't go with your dress and besides, I spent a lot of money to order your shoes. Don't you want to show them off?” John rolls his eyes. “Seriously? You are putting twenty thousand dollar shoes on your daughter's feet just to see your sister's family? You know Pumpkin, these will be ruined by the time we come back home!” Finna sighs with annoyance. “That's not the point, John. Stephanie and her husband probably thought that they destroyed u

The argument, or exchange, wasn't loud, in fact no one thought anything of it until John yelled so loudly from the pain. The injury is the most painful thing that he has ever experienced in his life. Everyone rushes into the kitchen and Finna almost faints when she sees how scattered her husband's fingers are. “Oh my God, what happened?!” Mrs Beerson asks with her hand clasped over her mouth. “John is a clumsy one. He shut his hand with the cabinet door and now he has some broken fingers. You will be more careful next time, John, won't you?” Roman has a delightful smile on his face. John knows that everything that Roman did, he did it on purpose, but he is trying to manage breathing in a calculative manner that combats the pain. Stephanie was seriously considering a career in medicine, so she knows what a dangerously broken finger looks like, and her brother-in-law has multiple. “We've got to take him to the hospital!” Stephanie declares. “Yes! I don't want a disfigured as a

Finna is so furious and she raises her hand to hit Winona, but the highly trained woman breaks her slap. “That's not a good idea, madam.” Winona warns her. “You have abused my daughter!” “No, I have taught her that there are consequences to actions.” Winona corrects her. “The windows are made from imported glass, and they will cost a lot of money to be replaced. Don't you agree that Pumpkin should be punished for that?" Stephanie mash her face together with her hands. she knows that she must immediately separate them. “Don't worry, Winona, the windows are not going to be a problem. Pumpkin, honey, you may stand up now.” Pumpkin is still shaking and sniffling. Mucus is even dripping down her nostrils. She is holding her hand extended away from her, as if the smallest movement will result in so much pain. Her mother immediately gently examines her daughter's hands and she sighs over and over again. “Oh, Lord, lady! You are the devil for doing something like this to a child. Y

Surely the good Lord has seen how hard Stephanie is working to save her family, so he has sent this kind bank manager to ease her pain. She keeps bowing and thanking the man as he leads her to his office. “Please, beautiful lady, please stop thanking me. You look like a kind person, so I have decided to extend that kindness also to you.” He opens the door and the first thing that hits her in the face is the cool air from the air conditioner. She sits down and he even hands her a chilled bottle of water. From the nameplate on his table, his name is Joseph Morgan. What a kind man he is. “Mister Morgan, I have to say that I am very grateful for you helping me, even though I don't meet the criteria. You are basically saving my life, and that of my family.” He smirks and waves it off. “Stephanie Croft, is it?” “You are correct, sir.” She nods. He drops his elbows on the table. “I am very drawn to you. I feel God is pulling me to help you. You don't have to worry, because I have h