”Mrs. Chancer, Lucy, what happened?" Charlotte asked. Though unsure of the details, she guessed it involved Sarah - only Sarah could upset them this much.Mrs. Chancer set down her jewelry, her face dark with anger, looking no different from a common market gossip.Charlotte raised an eyebrow but said nothing."It's all that wretched Sarah's fault. She made me lose face in front of everyone..." Mrs. Chancer recounted the day's events, seeing no fault in her own actions.Charlotte understood - they'd tried to scheme against Sarah but got publicly humiliated instead.Lucy quickly sat beside Charlotte, linking arms affectionately. “Charlotte, you're so much smarter than us. Can't you help us figure something out?"Mrs. Chancer glanced at her daughter, her mind still fixated on the property and money, growing more resentful by the minute."Charlotte, Sarah was married to James for three years without producing a child. After the divorce, James inexplicably gave her $8 million and se
What?Give it to Lucy?!Charlotte froze momentarily, internally cursing their shamelessness. But having already expressed her indifference to the money, she couldn't backtrack now. Though seething inside, she had to swallow her anger, only her slightly stiff smile hinting at her true feelings."Whatever Mrs. Chancer thinks is best." Charlotte maintained her composure, turning to Lucy with a smile. “Lucy, since you’re the one who interacts with Sarah the most at school, you probably have the best insight into how people perceive her. Perhaps you could focus on that angle. After all, university students haven’t experienced the real world yet and can be easily swayed. Maybe you can use that to shift their opinions.”She'd said enough - whether Lucy understood was her problem. Whatever happened afterward wouldn't be Charlotte's responsibility.After all, she'd merely made a suggestion, not told her to do anything extreme.Lucy's eyes lit up with understanding. “Charlotte, you're so cl
"Sarah, I've apologized - what more do you want? My mother really didn't mean to..." Lucy forced herself to follow, rambling on to convince Sarah of her sincerity.Sarah shot her a cold glance. “If you and your mother genuinely don’t want to cause me trouble or truly want to apologize, the best thing you can do is stay far, far away from me. The farther, the better.”Lucy was already angry, and this response nearly made her explode.She could only watch Sarah walk away, her eyes sharp with hatred. You ungrateful bitch, throwing my apology back in my face. Just wait and see!News of Lucy's apology quickly spread on the university forum, complete with photos, lending it credibility.As a result, Lucy's reputation at school gradually improved."Who knew the spoiled Lucy was capable of apologizing? Why blame her for her mother's mistake?""The fact that she can apologize shows character. She's our classmate after all - maybe we should be kinder.""As a socialite, she must have good
Sarah looked up puzzled as an invitation appeared before her, finding Mia's sweet, delicate face. She smiled helplessly."Sarah, we're hosting a big gala tomorrow. Please come with me? I get nervous with too many people around."Sarah glanced at the invitation lying on her desk, her expression tinged with complexity. She knew exactly what a Reynolds family invitation meant. Lately, too much attention had been focused on her at school, with endless rumors and debates swirling around. It was a chaotic time.Since handing over her company to her cousin, most people saw her as a fallen heiress with no backing.Attending the Reynolds gala now might spark unnecessary drama."Mia, I have other commitments tomorrow, so I can't attend. If you're feeling anxious, find a quiet corner to stay in. You can always call me if you need anything."Disappointment was evident on Mia's face. She knew Sarah wasn't someone who could be pressured, nor was she after their family's wealth."Sarah, you re
Sarah froze in surprise. His elegant fingers held the cigarette, its ember pulsing in the dark, while an unconscious smile played on her lips."Mr. Reynolds, what brings you here?"Zachary exhaled his final smoke ring and crushed out the cigarette. "I came to see you.""Me?" Sarah felt momentarily dazed.Zachary nodded, offering her the same invitation she'd refused from Mia."I'm here to personally invite you to the Reynolds gala. You said you owed me a favor - I thought perhaps you could be my date. No pressure if you'd rather not."His voice was slightly husky, his deep eyes twinkling with amusement.Sarah took the invitation, her fingertips tingling.She'd already regretted refusing Mia. Since when did she care so much about others' opinions?Besides, there was nothing shameful about attending - no reason to hide."Miss Sanders?" His warm breath brushed her cheek. She looked up instinctively, finding his face inches from hers, his eyes drowning her in their gentle warmth.
"Mr. Reynolds, such words might scare me away. Then you'd be left without a date tonight," Sarah replied with a light smile, though her tone carried a hint of coolness.Her heart had fluttered at his words several times now, but she understood the vast difference between them.The car stopped at the hotel entrance. Sarah took Zachary's arm as they entered the grand ballroom, her heels clicking elegantly on the marble floor. The space was filled with wine displays, dessert tables, clusters of guests, and circulating waiters.Long tables lined both sides of the hall, laden with exquisite hors d'oeuvres and various wines, with champagne glasses arranged in pyramids at the ends.Women in designer gowns gathered in conversation while men in bespoke suits discussed business.Luxury permeated everything - only the elite attended Reynolds family events.Mia spotted them first, running over excitedly. “Zac! Sarah, you're here!"The ballroom fell quiet as all eyes turned to them. No one
"Look how smug that bitch is!" Lucy seethed.Charlotte quickly masked her earlier gaze with a polite smile. "Of course she's pleased, she's Zachary's date. Every young lady here wishes they were in her place."She wasn't the only one hiding jealousy; surely other women were silently cursing Sarah too.Lucy grew more furious. Why did Sarah get to stand beside Zachary? Why not her?Charlotte scanned the hall, noticing Old Mr. Reynolds wasn't present. Glancing at the second floor, she understood why.Her eyes glinted - surely Old Mr. Reynolds wouldn't accept a divorced woman.With that thought, Charlotte quickly left the Chancers' side.Mia excitedly chatted with Sarah, "You look stunning, even more beautiful than usual! I've never seen anyone wear evening wear so elegantly."Sarah admired Mia's designer ball gown, a custom piece that fit her perfectly. "You look lovely too, Mia.""Really? My brother picked it. I told him he had terrible taste," Mia stuck out her tongue.Upstair
Sarah relaxed as Mia diverted her grandfather's scrutinizing gaze. Mia's timing couldn't have been better.Being Zachary's date had certainly drawn attention, including from his family.Her divorced status wasn't a secret - she knew Old Mr. Reynolds must have heard the gossip."Let's join the others," he said.By the spiral staircase, Charlotte frowned. She'd deliberately started those rumors for Old Mr. Reynolds to hear.But unexpectedly, he hadn't reacted negatively!Her eyes found James through the crowd. He was staring, not at her, but at Sarah!Sarah's elegant figure in her evening gown was like a painting come to life. Even James couldn't help staring. Charlotte clenched her fists in fury - this was intolerable!Being the host, Zachary couldn't stay with Sarah all evening. After ensuring she was settled, his grandfather called him away, asking Mia to keep Sarah company.Sarah had never enjoyed such events, knowing she'd be scrutinized as Zachary's date.Once Zachary lef
After the doctor left, Charlie yanked out his IV and clambered off the bed, urging Zachary, "Let's get out of here. This place just drains you dry."Zachary, indifferent since his injuries were feigned, asked, "Your injuries alright?"Charlie, ever so casual about his resilience, boasted, "Ah, I've been roughed up worse before. Just give me a couple of days to rest at home, and I'll be as good as new."With unresolved matters and a longing to see Sarah, Zachary reluctantly set aside his desires. "Then you head back. Call me if you need anything."Charlie, sensing something off, gently tugged at Zachary's suit and noticed his white shirt stained with fresh blood. "Zach, you're hurt!"Zachary's lips were pale, his voice dry. "Yeah.""I'll get the doctor to bandage you up," Charlie said, moving to leave."No need," Zachary stopped him quickly, not wanting to expose his whereabouts by registering at the hospital."What about your wound?""I have a first aid kit at home. It's just
Zachary dragged the unconscious Charlie to the clinic, exacerbating Charlie's injuries as his back scraped against the small stones on the road.When Charlie woke up in the clinic, his howls filled the room. "It's killing me! Where's the doctor? Give me some anesthesia. I'd rather be out cold!"The nurse, irritated by his constant demands, was about to lose her patience when Zachary entered the room. Seeing him, Charlie momentarily forgot his pain and burst into tears. "Bro, did you save me? From now on, you're like a brother to me."Zachary responded indifferently, "Just focus on healing."As the nurse changed Charlie's bandages, she couldn't help but blush at Zachary's rugged, yet undeniably handsome appearance, even slightly disheveled from the fight."Damn it, get out! Are you doing this on purpose, you wretch? Trying to kill me?" Charlie slapped her, swelling her face, as he misunderstood her distracted clumsiness for malice.Zachary frowned, saying nothing. Although he disl
With an agile flip through the air, Zachary caught sight of Charlie sneaking a peek from behind a haystack, his sleazy demeanor perfectly deserving of a beating. The thought of what this scoundrel had done to Sarah intensified Zachary's fury, already heightened by the fierce combat.On the other side, the casino manager watched in rage as his men were effortlessly knocked down by Zachary. Cursing loudly, he shouted, "Damn it, what's the story with this kid?"Seeing some of his underlings still looking for an opportunity to strike, his anger boiled over. "Are you all brainless? Attack him all at once; I refuse to believe he can fight off everyone!"Those still standing and those who had managed to get back up exchanged glances and charged at Zachary with renewed ferocity.Zachary's sharp eyes flashed with disdain. Without moving, his fist met an attacker's face at an extraordinarily tricky angle.The attacker's pained expression froze mid-air, and when he hit the ground, dust flew
Charlie's voice cut off abruptly as he stared in horror behind Zachary, his body beginning to tremble. Before he could speak, the casino manager had already set up a blockade on the road and rushed over with his men, ambushing them from both sides."Charlie, you think you're pretty clever, conniving with outsiders to cheat me out of my money?" the casino manager sneered, twirling an iron rod menacingly.Charlie's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, stuttering, "Bro, what are you talking about? How could I dare cheat you? I don't have the guts.""Stop lying to me," the manager bellowed, pointing the iron rod toward a visibly unmoved Zachary. "This pretty boy, you've been colluding with him to cheat on my turf. Sick of living, are you?""No, it's all a misunderstanding! We were gambling fair and square, no cheating!" Charlie was terrified, fearing a brutal beating was imminent.The manager scoffed, "You think I'm blind?"Sweat poured down Charlie's forehead as he desperately l
”Come on… Come on…” Charlie leaned over the long table, his eyes crazed as he watched the dealer's movements. The dealer placed his hand over the dice cup, his voice stirring the gamblers, "Any more bets? The odds are thirty to one now." As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a scruffy beard shoved most of his chips forward. "Damn it, I'm all in. Worst comes to worst, I'll con some more out of my old lady's funeral fund." Others, eyes reddened, quickly followed suit.Charlie clenched his yellowed teeth, tempted to go all in too. He glanced at Zachary, who had remained calm throughout, and rubbed his hands together with a sycophantic smile. "Bro, should we make a big play too?"Zachary gave him a brief glance. "What's the rush." Charlie had no choice but to curb his eagerness."Here it goes!" The dealer shouted, and the outcome was revealed, triggering moans of despair around them."Did we win? Did we actually win?" Charlie rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his smile wideni
Charlie pulled her close. "When have I not thought about you? Anyway, I've got things to do tomorrow. I'll come see you again later." He got dressed as the woman watched him reluctantly. Just as he opened the door to leave, another woman suddenly appeared in front of him."Molly, I've come—Oh? What are you doing here? Isn't this Mr. Wesley? What are you doing at Molly's house in the middle of the night instead of sleeping at home?"She saw Charlie adjusting his clothes and knew exactly what had been going on."Cut the crap, I'm leaving now. If anyone finds out about today, you're done for," Charlie snapped.The woman wasn't intimidated. She dramatically fell to her knees, crying out loud, "Oh dear! Everyone come and see how this man is threatening me, saying he'll kill me! He's not sleeping at his home in the middle of the night but is here at Molly's—who knows what they were up to? Now that I've caught him, he's not retreating but threatening me instead! Everyone come over and jud
Back at the Wesley place, Charlie shut the front door with a meaningful smirk as his parents had already gone to bed. He cleared the dining table and retreated to his room. Alone, his thoughts turned to what he imagined would happen between Zachary and Sarah, and he couldn't help but snicker to himself. This time, he felt he had finally done Zachary a favor by orchestrating the situation. After this, he was sure Zachary would owe him one, especially in his gambling endeavors.Once something happened between Sarah and Zachary, Charlie thought he would have significant leverage over Sarah—she wouldn't dare cross him, not even in front of the factory manager. Yet, the thought of their imminent encounter left him feeling an unexplained emptiness, especially since the woman he usually pushed around had defiantly returned to her mother's house after yesterday's beating. How dare she act differently when every other woman in the town bore their circumstances silently?Why was it acceptable
"Zachary, you're here?" Charlie greeted with a sycophantic tone. Indeed, it was Zachary, who frowned slightly. About twenty minutes ago, Charlie had called him, claiming Sarah was in danger and that he needed to hurry over. Zachary had rushed here as quickly as possible, but now couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Why did Charlie's smile seem so... unsettling?"What's wrong with Miss Sanders?" Zachary asked, his gaze serious.Charlie, sensing he had played his cards right, pointed toward Sarah's room and said meaningfully, "Miss Sanders is in that room. She's in critical condition right now. Hurry, go save her."He even gave an expression that implied men would understand.Zachary's unease grew. He walked into Sarah's room, only to find her lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious."Sasa?" He rushed over, his voice full of concern.From outside the door, Charlie's voice rang out. "Zachary, time is money. I've given you what you wanted. Go ahead and take it."Zachar
The next morning, Charlie handed over the last two thousand dollars he had managed to scrounge from his house to Manager Sullivan. After groveling and pleading, it took quite a while before Sullivan finally decided to let him off the hook.Sarah sat in her office, her eyes fixed on the computer screen displaying an email reply from headquarters. The report about the equipment malfunction had been approved, and the request for new devices granted. The board of directors hadn't opposed it, which came as a surprise.Outside the office, Charlie passed by the door, his mind still reeling from Sullivan's earlier warning."You've got one more chance. Sarah Sanders is sharp. If you fail again, pack your bags and leave!"He clenched his fist, determined not to fail this time.At six in the evening, Sarah was about to leave for the day when, to her surprise, Charlie was waiting outside, calling her over. "Hurry up and eat! My mom made dishes specially for you. I know I messed up last time,