The man in the floral shirt froze for a moment, then his lips curved into a smile as he quickly walked over and sat down beside Mr. Grant."Let me introduce my youngest son, Mark," Mr. Grant said with a smile.Prisley and Mark remained composed, though there was a hint of suppressed laughter in their eyes."Mark doesn't like getting involved in the company's management. He graduated with a master's degree last year and has been traveling ever since. He's only been at Voda Pharm for the past two months, and he skips work often," Mr. Grant, the doting father, rambled on about his beloved son."Mark must be exceptionally talented to afford such freedom," Prisley complimented.Mr. Grant, pleased by the flattery, looked fondly at his youngest son. "He's just playful and loves his freedom. He didn't even agree to work at the headquarters."Mark was genuinely surprised and delighted. That morning, he learned from his assistant that the president of Warner Group wanted to meet his father. Sinc
Prisley looked at the cityscape outside the window and felt something was wrong."Heather, you took a wrong turn. We should have turned left back there.""Heather, where are you taking me?"Heather didn't answer, just pressed the gas pedal harder.The car roared all the way, pulling into a mansion district, then stopped in a big yard.Prisley was surprised. Why was Heather bringing her to his house? In the four years they had known each other, she had only been here a few times, usually just waiting on the porch for the butler to bring out luggage before rushing to the airport.She had never actually been inside his home.What is he doing...?Hesitantly, she got out of the car. "Heather, why did you bring me here?"Heather grabbed her, pulling her into the house and pinning her against the door. His lips crashed down on hers, a storm of passion raining down on her lips."You should've been here," he said, breathless, finally letting go of the desire he had been holding back all the way
As soon as Filla walked in, she saw Heather and Prisley coming out of the master bedroom. Prisley was wearing Heather's black shirt, obviously without a bra. It was clear they had been together all night.Filla's face twisted with displeasure before quickly turning haughty and disdainful. "Heather, why do you always bring that cheap girl home when I'm not around?"She sneered at Prisley. "I understand young girls exchanging their bodies for quick money. You've probably made quite a bit these past few years with Heather, haven't you?""A cheap girl is easy to keep. Heather only needs to spend the cost of one meal to have you serve him for four years."Prisley clutched the hem of her shirt tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. The sweetness she felt earlier vanished the moment Filla walked in."Filla, why are you here?" Heather asked coldly."Can't I come? It's been four years, and you still have my fingerprint saved. That means I can come anytime, right?" She looked provocatively at Pr
Prisley turned the phone away, hiding her face from Mark."Nothing, just getting ready for bed.""No, you’ve been crying." Mark's smile vanished. "Turn the screen around.""I’m fine. Goodnight, Mark.""If you don't turn it around, I'll come over right now." His tone left no room for argument.Prisley had no choice but to show her face, trying hard to hide her sadness."Why are you crying again? You were fine at dinner," Mark said gently."Is it that jerk, Heather?"Prisley's facade of strength crumbled under the gentle words, and she finally let out all her pent-up grievances. She cried for a long time before she finally stopped."Mark, thank you for being with me, but this is my problem. I can handle it. Please don't make any assumptions."Not wanting to drag Mark into her mess, she quickly ended the video call after reassuring him.Being humiliated and hurt by Filla for the third time. Enough! She was done being a good little kitten. She had her own claws and fangs.The next morning,
Prisley looked nervously at Mark, worried he might clash with Heather.In the corridor, a cheerful man in a floral shirt and a stern man in full formal attire approached each other with piercing gazes. Prisley kept her eyes fixed on the ground a meter ahead, afraid to witness this showdown!Mark appeared relaxed, with a hint of playful smirk. He glanced at Heather from the corner of his eye but didn't greet him. He swung an empty necklace box in his hand until they brushed past each other.Heather also locked eyes with them. His sharp gaze fixed on Prisley's face, not even sparing a glance at Mark. The radiance of the huge diamond on Prisley's chest caught his eye, intensifying the coldness in his gaze, making him even more chilling.Prisley nervously met Heather’s gaze, nodding in acknowledgment, but she already felt stiff and numb from head to toe. In this short corridor, she felt like a puppet, walking clumsily.As the four approached and then passed each other, apart from Prisley,
Mark's eyes were full of pleading and hope. As a wealthy heir, he only needed to snap his fingers to have any woman he wanted. His estate could be filled with women of all types.He didn't know why he was so humble in front of another man's assistant.But he really liked her- liked seeing her confident, sad, happy... any version of her.Though they hadn't known each other long, Prisley had already touched his soul.Prisley fluttered her long eyelashes. She didn't know how to comfort Mark. At this moment, he seemed so fragile, a stark contrast to his usual appearance.She took a deep breath and held his hand. "Mark, love is a sudden flutter, do you understand?""I do. I felt that sudden flutter.""But I didn't."Mark's eyes dimmed."We can have a long, steady friendship. No flutter, but nice and warm. That's also very good. Do you understand?"In Steve's office, Heather listened with a black face as he rambled on.His secretary brought in two cups of coffee and, as she left, Steve took
"There's been a structural collapse at the construction site in Tulsa."Heather was startled and sat up abruptly, "Is anyone hurt?""Fortunately not," Prisley replied, "But the collapse was extensive. I need to go and see. This project is my responsibility."Heather pondered for a moment. "I can't leave right now. Let Steve accompany you. It's not convenient for you to go alone to such a distant place."Prisley’s gaze was firm, "Thanks Steve. I'll wrap up things here and meet you in the garage in an hour.""You can use my plane," Heather added."No thanks. The flight to Tulsa is convenient," she immediately declined Heather's offer.Steve was about to express his gratitude, but Prisley quickly turned down the offer of a private plane, leaving him speechless.What's wrong with her? Did she turn against me just because she accepted someone else's flowers and necklace? Heather could feel the hedgehog bristling all over him.As Prisley and Steve left the office, they ran into David. He smi
"Hey, Mark! What brings you here?" Prisley welcomed him into the room with a big smile.Mark placed the bouquet on the table, his eyes gleaming with warmth as he looked at her. "I heard about the trouble with your company's project last night, so I arranged a flight early this morning to come and be with you.""You didn't have to come all this way for me; I have other colleagues here," Prisley replied."This area's not too very safe. I'm worried," Mark insisted."You should put half of that concern into your own company," Prisley retorted."If you were working with me, I would. I'd give a hundred percent to the company," Mark joked.Prisley didn't want to engage in banter; she withdrew her smile. "I need to go handle things at the project company. You go have fun or wait for me at the hotel.""Have lunch with me at least," Mark insisted reluctantly as she left.It was said that Warner Company had a female executive assistant to the president who was efficient in her work, and Mark want
Early the next morning, Heather had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heather in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time a
Heather and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heather smiled as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He opened his arms and pulled Prisley into a hug, pressing her forehead gently against his warm chest. In that moment, it felt like he was holding something precious he had almost lost, and it made him cherish her even more.Prisley didn’t resist, didn’t move at all. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Heather opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heather was puzzled, but Prisley greeted them warmly. “Oh, you’re here? Please, bring everything inside.”The lead mover asked, “Are you Miss Anderson?”“Yes, that’s me,” Prisley said cheerfully as she welcomed them in.“Could you sign for this?”Prisley quickly signed, her happiness clear from her expression. The large items were brought inside, and she led them to an empty room.Heather asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintl
Mark and his father walked into the study.Old Grant said, "Son, all these years, I haven't interfered much, letting you choose your own path.""You could study if you wanted, or travel if you preferred. But now, I have to think about your future."Mark asked quietly, "What"s wrong, Dad?" He had a feeling something was off. His father"s usually kind face was now serious, like when he was in a business meeting."My heart is getting worse. Even though I look fine on the outside, I know my own condition.""It could stop beating at any moment. I don't know if it will be tomorrow, next month, or next year. So, I have to make arrangements now."Mark interrupted anxiously, "What did the doctors say? There are so many treatments available. This isn't a big issue, Dad. Don't be so pessimistic."Mark had originally come home thinking only about getting some benefits from his father, maybe some shares or money. But hearing his father speak like this, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.Th
"Dad, what's up?" Mark said, holding his phone, sounding casual.His father's gentle voice came through the line, "You haven't been home for dinner in a while. Your mom wants to see you."Mark gave Heather and Prisley a wink, pretending to be relaxed. "I miss you too. I'll come home tonight. Nothing's more important than you."He hung up, and the smile on his face vanished.Heather signaled that he was leaving. Before heading out, he reminded Mark, "Don't forget what's right and what's not."Mark nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be a great actor."Prisley couldn’t help but smile as she watched his playful, slightly mischievous demeanor. "Mark, I'm glad you're back to your old self. That's the you I like."She shot a glance at Heather, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heather remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heather and Prisley reached the car, Heather suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappoint
Chapter 107: Becoming Friends“With your immature look and still being wet behind the ears, you dared to compete with me for Prisley?”Heather said, half-joking, half-contemptuously. His tone held a touch of mockery, and a smirk curved his lips. He lounged on the sofa, casually tapping the edge of his wine glass with his fingers, casting a dismissive glance at Mark.Prisley, sitting next to Heather, gave him a gentle elbow jab. She shot him a disapproving look and then gave him a subtle wink, signaling him to ease up on Mark.To their surprise, Mark was momentarily stunned but then smiled calmly. His eyes showed a trace of self-deprecation but mostly relief.“You’re right, Heather. Compared to you, I’m indeed quite immature,” Mark said with a wry smile.“I finally understand that I’m definitely not the type Prisley likes. So despite all her efforts, she still hasn’t fallen for me.”He spoke with self-deprecation. Though he was addressing his past hurt, he showed no real sadness. In
"Mark, what's wrong? Are you speeding? Tell me where you are right now!"Prisley’s face had gone pale with worry. She turned to Heather, desperate for help.After listening for a couple of seconds, Heather immediately grasped the situation with Mark. He grabbed the phone from Prisley and said, "Mark, whatever's going on, you need to stay calm. Prisley is really worried about you. You don't want to cause an accident and make her even more upset, do you?"The roar of a car engine came through the phone. Mark answered with a chocked voice, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."Not long after, the three of them were sitting in a restaurant.The restaurant’s lighting was soft and warm, but the atmosphere between them was exceptionally heavy.Mark sat in the corner of the table, his gaze distant.He looked utterly defeated, with bruises from a fight on his face, completely lacking his usual charm and confidence. Prisley had seen Mark anxious and smug before, but never this defeated and at a loss.Pri
After saying goodbye to Prisley at the hospital, Mark drove home with a heavy heart. He couldn't remember how he drove—the dim streetlights and shadows on the road were all that filled his mind. It felt like the whole world had lost its color.Only when he instinctively hit the brakes did he realize he was already parked in his driveway.Inside his mansion, the silence made the space feel even more empty and cold. With one person missing, the house felt like a hollow shell, and even the air seemed thin.Mark walked unsteadily into the bedroom that was once filled with laughter and warmth. Prisley's presence was everywhere. Her book was still open on the nightstand, a few of her clothes casually draped over the chair. On the wall hung a portrait she had painted of him, so detailed, so lifelike. But the bed across from it was now empty.Mark approached the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then collapsed onto it, exhausted. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered on the sheets. He
The kitchen was filled with the rich smell of beef, the oil sizzling quietly on the hot pan. The shelves had new spices lined up, neatly organized. Heather was focused, carefully watching the steak as it cooked.Over his casual clothes, he wore a white apron.His commanding presence wasn't diminished at all by the casual outfit. Instead, it added a touch of warmth and kindness. It was a side of him Prisley had never seen before, something she couldn't even imagine.Prisley's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Heather like he was from another planet. "Heather? Are you... cooking steak?"Heather turned around, a soft smile playing on his lips.Heather said to the man on the video call, "Alright, that's it for today," and then ended the call."Need any help?" Prisley asked, stepping closer to the counter.Heather waved a long finger to indicate he didn't, then turned back to what he was doing.Prisley could only stand there waiting.Heather finally switched off the stove, plated th
“Awake?” Heather asked, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.Prisley nodded woodenly, responding with a faint sound.She wasn’t used to such morning—too intimate, too tender. Heather had rarely stayed over at her place before, let alone waking up with her in his arms until dawn.On the rare occasions he did stay over, he would leave the apartment early, as if staying even a moment longer made him uncomfortable.It made sense. Back then, he was just infatuated with her body.Prisley tried to get up, but as she moved, Heather’s arm tightened around her.“It’s still early. Stay a little longer. It’s the weekend,” he said with a warm smile in his voice.Prisley didn’t really want to wake up that early. She just didn’t want to be so close to Heather. The intimacy made her uneasy. If there were an “boundary” in the bed, she might have been able to sleep a bit longer.She gave an awkward smile, trying to sound casual. “It’s just… I want to move around a bit. The weather is so nice