Lucille collected the takeaway food from Zaytun Pavilion before leaving right away.That was when a man tapped Harold's shoulder. "What are you looking at, Harold?" Harold snapped out of his daze and replied, "Nothing. I thought it was someone I knew, but I was mistaken."He believed restaurants like Zaytun Pavilion didn't usually offer a takeaway option. Not to mention, Lucille was even less likely to be qualified to order a takeaway. So, he had to be mistaken."Let's hurry up and get inside, then. Everyone's waiting," replied the man.The two men could only dine at Zaytun Pavilion today because of the wealthy scion inside the restaurant. Otherwise, it was incredibly hard to get a spot at Zaytun Pavilion.Harold followed the man up to a private room on the third floor.The private rooms on the third floor were even more difficult to reserve. Only the wealthy and powerful were able to secure a room."Oh, right, Harold. Doesn't your family have connections with the Talbots? The
Seth's attention snapped toward the sound of the opening door. He wanted to see who'd dared open Spencer's office door without asking for permission to enter first. He saw a tall, striking woman in a dark green dress standing at the door. She also held a takeaway bag with the words Zaytun Pavilion on it. That put Seth in a daze as he wondered if the pretty woman was here to deliver food.Yet, Lucille never once looked at Seth.She stood at the door. As she looked at Spencer, who sat on the main chair, her gaze was so calm that one couldn't tell she was bothered. "Is what he said true?""No." Spencer shook his head. Then, he got up and approached her.Upon hearing the former's response, Lucille let out a casual "oh."Sitting on the couch, Seth looked back and forth at the two. Shock glazed his eyes as he wondered if he was mistaken. He couldn't believe he'd seen a tinge of fear in Spencer's features earlier. Not to mention, Spencer had taken the initiative to stand and approa
Lucille lightly chuckled while snaking her arms around Spencer's neck. Her thin lips moved in the next second. "No, I'm not afraid. I have you, after all."It was rare that Lucille made the first move. Because of that, Spencer felt aroused. His desire intensified as he looked at her temptingly plump limps, which he wanted nothing more than to kiss.Just as that thought flashed in his mind, he kissed her.Lucille fell into a brief daze when Spencer's cold lips touched hers, but she quickly accepted his kiss. With time, she even kissed him back.Spencer became greedier and bolder now that she'd responded to him. She was like an addictive piece of candy, intoxicating him so much that he couldn't get enough of her.Yet, he released her before he lost control over himself. Until Lucille explicitly gave him permission, he wouldn't take things too far. He hugged her tight, wishing she could merge into his body. That way, he could take her everywhere he went.After a long while, Lucill
"Has anyone noticed the oddly familiar takeaway bag in our boss' future wife's hands?" someone sent.Soon enough, someone recognized the bag and texted, "Holy cow! It's Zaytun Pavilion's takeaway bag!""Literal gasps! Those who can get takeaway foods from Zaytun Pavilion aren't ordinary people!""Oh well… average common folk like us could never go to such a place…""Yeah, one meal there costs two months' worth of pay for me. And that's if I order the cheapest item on their menu. I can never afford such luxuries…" "Geez, we're always pitying those who work in the secretarial department on the top floor, but now I envy them. I bet they got to see what Mr. Layton's future wife looks like."Someone tagged the secretarial department's staff, sent a curious cartoon GIF, and typed, "Hey, guys, why don't you come down here for a quick chat?"The group chat was in an uproar. …As for the staff in the secretarial department, they had long lost their composure upon seeing Lucille. Ho
After lunch, Lucille walked around Spencer's office. It was her first time there, and she hadn't gotten a proper look earlier. Now that she had time, she explored the space in detail.It turned out to be as expected of an investor of other businesses. The office was several times bigger than hers. Otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to walk around and explore the space. The office had all the necessities: a break room, a kitchen, rows of bookshelves, and display cabinets with various items.Lucille stood before one of the bookshelves with both hands behind her back. With a sigh of surprise, she remarked, "The office of an investor like yourself is really something else."Spencer, who was sitting on the couch not far from her, chuckled upon hearing that. "I can give this office to you if you want it. I'm yours, anyway."Lucille spun around to face him. She pursed her lips, sighed lightly, then said, "No thanks. I can't handle such a big corporation. I should just stick with runnin
Bailey had endured a long match-making session from the moment she'd woken up until now. Her mother had seized the opportunity to nag at her about getting married.The well-dressed woman with plump skin beside Bailey was the latter's mother, Cynthia Fletcher. Cynthia was the matriarch and queen in their family's social pyramid. Nobody dared to mess with her. She urged, "Come, dearest daughter of mine. What do you think about this one?"She raised the tablet's screen toward Bailey. "The young man's the nephew of Helena Loyle, a friend of mine. He works for the government. He has a stable job and comes from a decent family. The best part? His family members don't have complicated or messy backgrounds."Bailey couldn't be bothered to look at the young man's photo. He was the 18th person Cynthia had presented to her. She had to admit that Cynthia's patience was formidable. Not to mention, Cynthia had incredible social connections with various friends' sons, nephews, cousins, and t
Bailey: "I'm only 24, but my mom's desperate for me to get married this instant. Oh, the misery!"Lucille: "Dang. What are you going to do now?"That was when Bailey tagged Eunice. "Eunie, are you coming back for Thanksgiving?"She'd only realized after sending it that she shouldn't have asked Eunice that. Alas, Eunice had already responded to her.Eunice: "Nope. Your Uncle Ian declared that I can never step foot into Moore Manor."Embarrassment and deep guilt were like termites gnawing at Bailey's chest. "I'm really sorry, Eunie. I shouldn't have asked that.""Silly girl. There's nothing to be sorry about. All of the Moore family knows about it anyway. So, it's not a secret." Eunice was incredibly understanding.She continued, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine. It's been many years, so I've long gotten used to it. Besides, I have nothing to hide when I'm with you two. I'm actually happy I can chat with you guys, even if it's only sometimes. "However, I should still warn you guy
Wilfred was taken aback by Eunice's question. Who in their right mind would insist on being scolded every day? Well, apparently, the person standing before him would.With a kind smile, Wilfred said, "Mrs. Moore, Mr. Moore actually cares about you."However, Eunice was unfazed. She forced a smile and looked at him. "Wilfred, I'm not blind or heartless, you know."Wilfred paused, feeling a bit uncertain about what he'd just said. He sighed inwardly.Meanwhile, Ian was in his car, heading back to Whiteloop City.Lucille, on the other hand, had been on the top floor at JM Corporation since 2:00 pm. She'd been there for three hours. The office gossip mill was churning again.Someone in the group chat said, "Hey, Mrs. Layton has been in the CEO's office for three hours. What do you guys think they are doing?"Another person replied with a curious emoji.The gossipmongers quickly joined in.Less than a minute later, someone from the secretarial department chimed in to clear things u