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As the day progressed, Rose and I found ourselves engrossed in a discussion about work in her office. The excitement of the Fame Foods’ new office launching event tonight lingered in the air, and I couldn't help but extend an invitation to Rose to join me. However, our conversation was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Richard, causing a stir of commotion and confusion among the team.

We all stepped out of the office, drawn by the spectacle unfolding before us. Richard's presence in the midst of the editing process brought everything to a halt. His critical remarks about the end product and the billboard banners and social media videos left us shocked and dismayed. It was clear that he intended us to rewrite the entire project, convinced that the current idea was outdated and damaging to the company's reputation. Everyone seemed scared by the way he was acting like he is the one who owns this place.

I couldn't contain my frustration and disbelief, and I confronted him directly. “What are you doing here, Richard?” I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of annoyance and defiance. “Can't you see we're working? You never cared for this place before. You have no right to be here now.”

Rose, visibly panicking at the disruption, looked to me for guidance. I urged her to seek refuge in her cabin, assuring her that I would handle the situation. Reluctant but trusting, she reluctantly left, determined to find a temporary solace away from the chaos.

I walked closer to Richard, my voice filled with a firm resolve. “Richard, I need you to leave my office immediately,” I asserted, reminding him of the agreement we had made. “We had a deal, and your presence here is interfering with our work.”

Unfazed, Richard dismissed my words. “I don't remember any deal,” he retorted, his arrogance shining through. “As a stakeholder with ten percent shares, I have every right to be here.”

I understood that reasoning with Richard would not be easy. So, with a touch of warning in my tone, I leaned in closer and added, “Don't force me to become the villain in this situation, Richard. If you don't want certain things to be exposed, keep out of my work. I don't care what you do in your own office, but if you obstruct my progress, and harass my people in the way, don't expect me to stay silent.”

Richard chuckled arrogantly, seemingly amused by my response. “Fine, for now, I'll go,” he conceded, hinting at his return when the project needed to be restarted. “But don’t forget, you can't release the ads until I agree with it.” saying he left.

Although his departure brought temporary relief, I knew this was only a small battle won. The true challenge lay ahead as we navigated the complexities of Richard's involvement in the company and the impact it had on our work. But in that moment, standing there amidst the tension, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination and readiness to protect our creative vision from unnecessary interference.

After his departure, I quickly regained my composure and addressed the team, urging them to resume their work and assuring them not to worry about Richard's interference. With that, everyone dispersed, returning to their tasks and focusing on their respective responsibilities.

As Rose and I found ourselves alone in the room, she spoke up, her voice filled with concern and frustration. “Joseph, what is going on? You know how much this project means to me, and now Richard can just come in whenever he pleases and dictate our actions. Please tell me you have a way to stop him.”

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I know, Rose. It's not something we can take lightly. But trust me, I won't let him have that power over us indefinitely. I'll find a way to uncover one of his weaknesses, and once we have that leverage, we can free ourselves from his influence.”

Rose's expression softened, a mixture of relief and determination evident in her eyes. “I don't care how you do it, Joseph,” she asserted, her voice filled with resolve. “All I care about is never having to see him again, never having to compromise our vision because of his interference.”

Her words resonated with me, fuelling my own determination to protect Rose, our work, and the integrity of our project. I reassured her, placing my hand on hers. “I promise you, Rose, we will find a way. We'll navigate through this challenge together, and in the end, we'll come out stronger.”

After a long day of work and contemplating my next move, I decided it was time to confront Richard's father, Randy Wilson. I had met him before, but the thought of how he had manipulated an orphaned child to seize their wealth left a bitter taste in my mouth. Some people only understood one language, and it was time to make them understand.

As I entered his office, Randy Wilson greeted me with forced pleasantries. “Mr. Jones, haven't seen you in a long time,” he remarked, attempting to maintain a façade of cordiality. I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing the true nature of our encounter.

“Since the wedding. I hope things would stay this way.”

He smiled, thinking it was all small talk. Little did he know the purpose of my visit. “Ha ha ha ha. Well then, you'll be happy to hear the news that I'll soon become a grandfather.”

I acknowledged his news with a polite nod. “Many congratulations to you, but today, I'm not here to discuss that.” I paused, locking eyes with him. “I want to pull out my investments from all your manufacturing units.”

His expression turned puzzled. “What? Why? Was there a mistake made on our behalf?”

I leaned in closer, my voice filled with determination. “Not from you, but I can't say the same for your son. He came to my workplace today and threatened everyone, demanding that we stop our project and listen to him going on about something he holds no knowledge of.”

Confusion clouded Randy Wilson's face. “What are you talking about?”

I stood up, a steely resolve in my gaze. “I acquired AdVenture Co, and we are currently working on a new project where he holds a little amount of shares. Your son never showed any interest in that company until now, suddenly exerting his influence and making decisions.” I took a deep breath. “You have one day, just twenty-four hours. Either you convince your son to sell his shares to me, or the fifty million we invest in your company every year will be withdrawn.”

Realization dawned upon him, and a flicker of regret flashed in his eyes. “Don't worry, I understand. Ever since he started living with Isabella, I haven't been in the loop of his thinking. If I had known what he was meddling with, I would've put a stop to it long ago.”

I fixed him with a firm gaze, ensuring my message was received loud and clear. “Well, now you know. I won't repeat myself. The choice is yours.” With that, I turned and exited his office, leaving him to contemplate the consequences of his son's actions.

The ball was in their court now. It was time for them to understand the severity of their transgressions and the repercussions that awaited them if they failed to comply.

I called Sarah to inquire about Rose's well-being, and she informed me that she wasn't doing well. I convinced Sarah to let her go home, as she appeared quite shaken. It was evident that she needed someone to talk to, and I knew I had to be there for her.

I couldn't help but wonder why Rose was still affected by Richard's actions and words if she no longer harboured any feelings for him. She should have had more confidence in herself and her abilities. Regardless, I had to assure her and offer my support.

“Alright, Sarah, I'll go talk to her,” I told him before ending the call. I swiftly drove to her house, and when she opened the door, I could see the distress in her eyes.

“How are you holding up?” I asked, stepping inside.

She let me in and sighed. “I have no idea. Did you do something about it? We have the launch in two days. We can't redo the entire project,” she fretted, her nerves getting the better of her. “Do you think it's that bad?”

“No, it's not bad at all. In fact, it's excellent,” I assured her. “You know why he's doing all this, right? He wants to keep you under his control, he thinks it’s fun to toy with you because he knew he can still has an effect over you and now that he sees you getting better, he feels the need to strike again.”

“Can you do something so he won't come threatening me again and again?” she pleaded.

“I'm working on it. Don't worry, I'll handle it. I've already warned his father. Either he will sell me his shares, or he will face significant financial losses from my investments. I don't think he'll be foolish enough to bear such losses and damage his ego. So, stop worrying,” I reassured her, hoping to alleviate some of her concerns.

Hearing my words, she visibly relaxed and took a breath of relief. “I'll stop thinking about it, then. If you say you can handle it, I'll trust you. I'll get ready.”

I nodded appreciatively, allowing her the time she needed to prepare. As she emerged from her room, dressed in a stunning white gown that gracefully cascaded down to her heels, I couldn't help but admire her beauty. She always looked captivating, but there was something ethereal about her in white, accentuating her golden skin and wavy locks.

I escorted her to my car, and as we drove to my place so I can quickly get changed, she asked, “Mark is joining us too?”

“It's a family invitation,” I replied, noticing a hint of displeasure in her voice.

“And the three of us are going together?” she inquired further.

“We can take two cars if you prefer. I'm just trying to be environmentally conscious,” I explained, though I sensed there was something more to her concern.

She smiled wistfully. “That's not what I meant. But people might misunderstand.”

“Since when do I care about what others think?” I replied honestly. “I didn't care when I decided to be a single father.”

“You decided to be a single father?” she questioned, momentarily surprised.

“Yeah, I mean, after Lauren passed away, everyone expected me to marry Linda because they were twins,” I replied, catching myself just in time. I was relieved that I managed to divert her attention. “Mark, are you ready?” I said from across the room. “We need to leave in five minutes, and Rose is here.”

As soon as Mark heard that Rose had arrived, he rushed down the stairs with half-worn pants and no shirt. “Rose, you look so beautiful,” he exclaimed, kissing her cheek. “Can you please help me with the pants?” he asked, turning to her.

“Rose is not your nanny, Mark. You should know how to do it yourself,” I reprimanded him gently.

“It's fine, I'll help him. You get ready quickly,” Rose interjected, taking charge of the situation.

I nodded appreciatively, knowing that Rose's presence and support meant the world to Mark. I hastened to get ready, eager to put aside the day's troubles and enjoy the evening with my newfound family.