Seth felt a glee deep in his heart. But suddenly, Grace said, "But people always say that man plans and God laughs. Who knows if the future might change? "Besides, they said it's easier for a woman to win over a man than vice versa. So how about you give me a chance to win you over, Sethie? Who knows, you might fall in love with me. Am I right? Never try, never know!" Seth found Grace's unpredictability exasperating. He wondered what she meant by "Am I right?" He thought what she said was complete nonsense."Did I wrong your ancestor in the past life?" Seth was utterly dumbfounded, finding Grace unreasonable. She smiled and replied stoically, "Should I ask my ancestor in my dream tonight and let you know?" Seth was at a loss for words. He pondered what was wrong with her."You see, Sethie, not only am I cute and pretty, with a great figure to match, but I'm also sensible, well-behaved, and skilled in all forms of arts. Plus, I'm both clever and smart. You're never at a loss i
With the authority of being Seth's biological brother, Spencer said cruelly, "Well, he should learn it the hard way." Lucille said nothing.Meanwhile, Seth looked disheartened after getting hung up by Spencer. Suddenly, he felt someone poking his right arm. He turned to look and saw none other than Grace, whose head was slightly tilted as she poked his arm with her index finger. "Are you okay, Sethie?" Grace asked, her voice musical. To be fair, Grace wasn't just being narcissistic. She was indeed pretty. But unfortunately, Seth wasn't interested in her. "No, I'm fine!" Seth replied irritably.Grace ignored his grumpy tone and smiled, "Then, Sethie, have you agreed to let me pursue you?" Seth rolled his eyes. "Tell me, what should I do so you can let me go?" Grace pondered. Seth didn't expect much from her response. He just wanted her to choose her words wisely. A moment later, Grace said gleefully yet seriously, "That's easy! Just agree to date me, and I'll stop purs
Lucille had been frequently visiting JM Corporation recently. Spencer went to another meeting after lunch, leaving Lucille alone in his office. Mack entered after knocking on the door. "Mrs. Layton, here's the DNA report." He handed the documents to Lucille. She quickly opened the documents and read them. One of the documents was a paternity check between William and Renee's son, Andy Beech, which showed a 99.99% match, proving they were father and son. The other document was a paternity test result between Andy and Renee's husband, Edgar Beech, which showed the complete opposite result from the other report. "Oh, by the way, have Taylor and Sabrina been in touch recently?" Lucille asked. "Not at the moment," Mack replied. Lucille went silent as if pondering something."Alright. You may continue with your work," Lucille said. "Okay, Mrs. Layton." As Mack was leaving, Lucille called, "Wait, Mr. Wood."Mack turned around. "What is it, Mrs. Layton?" "Please arrange a
Lucille casually picked up her cup of cappuccino and took a sip out of it. She looked relaxed and content, giving the impression that she was there to enjoy the coffee. Taylor looked down at his side of the table, which was as empty as a blank paper, and remarked, "That's your courtesy of asking someone out, huh, Ms. Johnson?" Lucille glanced at Taylor through the rim of the cup. She put down the cup and slowly replied, "Excuse me, little Taylor? How audacious can you be to think I'll treat someone who is always trying to get rid of my husband to a cup of coffee?"Oh, little Taylor, have you heard of the idiom 'aphids eat grass, rust eats iron, and hypocrisy eats soul'?" Lucille continued, "It's okay if you haven't. You can look it up on the Internet when you get home." Lucille made it clear to Taylor that she didn't need to put on a mask of hypocrisy to talk to him, nor did she want to pander or flatter. She wanted an open and honest discussion. Taylor was at a loss for w
At Johnson Group, the secretary received a call from the front desk and immediately reported to William without delay. "Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Layton is here." It was mainly because Lucille's status was no longer what it used to be. She was now the wife of the business tycoon Spencer and the esteemed matriarch of the Layton family, known for its century-long heritage. "Who?" William thought he had misheard the secretary. Three minutes later, Lucille was escorted up with utmost respect. This wasn't the first time the people at Johnson Group saw Lucille, but they were always stunned when they saw her in person. As Lucille entered the office, she saw William sitting behind his desk and greeted him casually, "It's been a while, Mr. Johnson. How have you been?" Without waiting for William to reply, Lucille walked toward the couch and sat down without any restraint as if it was her own office. William couldn't stand her defiant arrogance, but he couldn't show it then. If it were b
"What do you mean?" William decided to play dumb until the very end. "I meant what I said," Lucille replied. "Considering your current status, you should get what I meant, Mr. Johnson. Didn't you already get it a moment ago?" Lucille gave a devilish, mischievous smile. "You better watch your mouth, Lucille!" William said. His expression was stern. Lucille brushed it off and said casually, "Oh, don't you worry about that, Mr. Johnson. This trouble wasn't of my own doing." She paused before continuing with a slowed pace of speech, "But it's yours, Mr. Johnson. Perhaps you've forgotten it because you're a busy man?" William grasped Lucille's words only in part, though he had a vague sense of the answer. But there was no way she would know about that. When he showed no intention to speak, she continued, "Mr. Johnson, I have the evidence with me today." William remained silent. Lucille took out a document folder and threw it on the table. She slightly tilted her head and ges
William said, "What are you talking about? The one that was cremated was your m—" "You'd better think about what you say carefully!" Lucille's cold voice interrupted, her gaze cold. Immediately, William felt frost blowing upon his face, leaving him frozen in place. Ever since Lucille had a fallout with the Johnson family, her intimidating pressure grew even stronger, to the point that even Horace feared it. Lucille gave a sudden smirk, carrying a hint of mischief. "Oh, by the way," Lucille slowly said. "I forgot to tell you that I had someone write me a program. At 5:00 pm…" Lucille gestured with her chin at the document on William's hand. "If I don't get the answer I want, everything in that document, along with any other compelling evidence, will be released on the Internet." "You bastard! How dare you threaten me? Did you forget that I'm your dad?" William had no idea how shameless he was for having the audacity to call himself Lucille's father. Nevertheless, she compl
This was the first time Spencer felt hesitant. Hesitation in negotiation was his greatest taboo, which was why he was always decisive. Whatever question came his way, he would always provide a pragmatic and factual answer. There was no such word as "hesitant" in his dictionary. But this time, he had met his match. Seeing Spencer not reply after a moment, Lucille asked, "Is that a hard question to answer?" Spencer went silent. He raised a brow before asking, "Do you want the truth or the lie?" Lucille was at a loss for words. Somehow, his question seemed to answer her question. Her heart sank a little. This was the first time Spencer had shown disdain for her. However, it wasn't entirely his fault. Even Lucille herself found her oily hair unbearable, let alone a germaphobe like Spencer. It was courageous of him to kiss her head without any hesitation. The sorrow in Lucille's eyes didn't escape Spencer, even when she had her head down. He suppressed his laughter as he looked