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
Lucy approached with a smirk. "Oh dear, what a mess! I brought a spare dress - we look about the same size. Why don't you borrow it?"She saw an opportunity to get closer to the Reynolds heiress.But Mia shook her head. "No need. I have other dresses here."She grabbed her skirt and Sarah's hand. "Come with me, Sarah."She wouldn't leave Sarah vulnerable to bullying, especially after promising her brother.Just then, a waiter approached. "Miss Sanders, Master Zachary requests your presence."Hearing this, Mia released Sarah's hand. "Go ahead to my brother. I'll change quickly and find you. Don't let anyone bother you."She shot Lucy a fierce glare before hurrying upstairs.Sarah smiled and told the waiter, "Lead the way," ignoring Charlotte and Lucy completely.After she left, Lucy seethed. "What's so special about her? Zachary protects her constantly! The moment there's trouble, he summons her!""It wasn't Zachary," Charlotte said coldly, her eyes glinting.Lucy looked at h
Sickened by his words, Sarah's face went pale, her eyes blazing. "I'm warning you! Touch me and you'll regret it!""Stop fighting! We're alone in this garden, and I locked the door. Where do you think you'll go?" He yanked her arm, trying to pull her close, his aged, greasy face flushed with excitement as he reached for her shoulder.Sarah kicked him hard, earning a howl of pain as he doubled over clutching himself. "You'll pay for this!"But he maintained his iron grip on her wrist, struggling to stand despite the pain.Sarah fought desperately, her delicate wrist reddening in his vice-like grip.Desperate, she grabbed her dress hem, ready to tear it. To hell with appearances.The man recovered, raising his hand to slap her, but his arm suddenly stopped mid-air."Who dares interrupt—" His words died in his throat when he saw who it was.Seeing Zachary, Sarah's eyes welled up, her throat tightening."Let her go!" The icy command made the man release Sarah's wrist instantly.S
Something felt off about the whole incident - first Mia's dress gets stained, then she's lured out here.Without her having to explain, Zachary had already ordered security to check the cameras."I know. Don't worry, I'll find who's responsible. Let's get you inside - it's cold out here."Sarah felt warmed by his jacket, still holding his body heat. He always appeared when she needed him most, like a ray of light in darkness. She unconsciously moved closer to him.Her heart was still racing, the terrifying incident now transformed into anger, mixed with the warmth of Zachary's protection.She nodded, walking beside him. "Thank you. I owe you another favor."Zachary's eyes remained cold, still angry about the incident. Her sincere gratitude made him uncomfortable. "You're my guest. Your safety is my responsibility. This isn't about favors."When they returned to the ballroom, no one knew what had happened in the garden, except for two pairs of anxious eyes watching them.Lucy ha
"I don't want to go to the hospital. Some painkillers will do," Sarah protested.Zachary's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "Has it always been this severe?""No, it usually doesn't hurt this much. I just skipped lunch and had too much coffee today," Sarah admitted sheepishly."You should have known better." His voice carried gentle reproach.She paused. "I did. I just got caught up in work and forgot to eat."The hospital's emergency entrance was quiet at this hour - no lines, just the on-call staff. Luckily, the gynecologist was available and quickly prescribed pain medication."Take these after meals, and don't skip any doses," the doctor instructed.Sarah nodded obediently. She wanted to explain that it wasn't usually this bad - skipping meals had just been a mistake.During the drive to her apartment, Zachary remained silent, his expression taut. Once they arrived, he grabbed the medication bag and strode toward the elevator.Sarah stared for a moment before hurry
The day before the competition, Sarah was busy at school all day.She worked with the events and planning teams to decorate the auditorium, even Professor Wells stayed late out of concern."Are the competition questions secure?" Professor Wells asked.Sarah nodded. "They're locked in the counseling room's safe, and I’m the only one with the key."Professor Wells looked relieved. "Good."After he left, Sarah double-checked all the auditorium equipment.By the time everything was ready, it was already 11:30 p.m. She let out a tired sigh. No matter how exhausting, as long as tomorrow's competition went smoothly, it would all be worth it.Back at the counseling room, she was gathering her things when her phone rang. "Mia?"Mia's concerned voice came through. "Sarah, why aren’t you home yet?""Don’t worry, I’m just wrapping up and heading back now. It’s late—go to sleep. You need to be ready for the competition tomorrow," Sarah said, her voice hoarse from fatigue.Mia yawned sleep
“Who said I wouldn’t participate in your university’s psychology competition?” A familiar voice rang out.Sarah’s eyes widened in shock as she turned around.The office door swung open, and Jane walked in with her assistant.Lucy Chancer stared in disbelief. “Jane… Jane Lawrence!”Jane ignored the stunned faces and walked up to the dean, shaking his hand. “Hello, I’m Jane Lawrence.”“Ma’am, what brings you here?” Sarah asked, still frozen in place.“We’ll discuss this later,” Jane replied, her attention shifting to Mrs. Chancer. “Madam, I’ve now confirmed that I will be attending the competition as a judge. This should no longer be considered an oversight, correct?”Mrs. Chancer’s face darkened. She exchanged a baffled look with Lucy. How had Jane Lawrence been convinced? Could it have been Mr. Reynolds pulling strings again?“Ms. Lawrence, you’re really agreeing to be a judge for the competition?” The dean asked, barely hiding his surprise.Jane nodded. “Yes, it’s confirmed.”
The documents on Jane’s bedside table, which she reviewed more thoroughly this time, included a detailed outline of the upcoming psychological knowledge competition, complete with proposed discussion topics. Her curiosity was piqued—perhaps engaging with this new generation of students could offer unexpected surprises.Meanwhile, back home, Sarah stared out her window, lost in thought. Jane’s words replayed in her mind. She had to admit, Jane was right. After years of studying abroad and participating in cutting-edge psychological research, Jane had become a trailblazer in the field. Her return to host forums in East Coast wasn’t just about solving academic problems; it also focused on analyzing and dissecting unique psychological cases, making her time exceptionally valuable.To persuade Jane to participate, Sarah would need to offer something even more valuable than Jane’s current priorities—something she didn’t have. With that realization, she knew she had to let it go.The next
Jane Lawrence gave a helpless smile. "Miss Sanders, I thought I made it very clear—I don’t have the time and won’t be attending the competition."Her assistant stepped in, blocking Sarah. "Miss, Professor Lawrence’s time in the country is limited. All her activities are pre-scheduled, and there’s no way to change her commitments to accommodate your competition.""Did you get a chance to review the files I gave you?" Sarah asked hopefully.Jane hadn’t expected her persistence. She nodded. "Yes, I’ve reviewed them. I must admit, the work from Adams University’s students is impressive. There are some very interesting ideas."Sarah’s eyes lit up, but Jane quickly tempered her expectations. "However, Miss Sanders, those files alone aren’t enough to justify altering my schedule. I returned to the country to participate in a symposium with East Coast’s psychology experts. Every issue we address there could provide crucial solutions for patients struggling with similar mental health challe
"Miss Sanders, this is a serious matter. Perhaps you should try to gather more information first. After all, there are still a few days before the competition," Dean said hesitantly. Although he was the dean of the universityl, the board of directors held the ultimate authority."I understand, Sir,” Sarah replied, her expression heavy with concern. The Chancer family had really pushed her into a corner this time.After leaving the principal’s office, she headed to the psychology consultation room, where Mia was waiting for her."Sarah, I’ve already heard everything. What should we do now?" Mia asked, worry written all over her face.Sarah gave a bitter smile. "The only thing I can do is try contacting Jane Lawrence again."She had included one of her own research papers with the materials she’d submitted to Jane, aligning with Jane’s latest research direction. But what if Jane hadn’t seen it?At 3 p.m., Lucy sat smugly in front of her computer, pleased with the heated discussions
“You—!” Lucy raised her hand in anger, ready to strike.Sarah took a step back, her tone calm but firm. “I’d think twice if I were you. Last time, I let you off the hook and didn’t call the police. If you dare lay a hand on me now, I’ll settle both old and new scores with you.”Lucy hesitated, her hand hovering mid-air, before finally lowering it. “The Chancer family does not welcome you!”Bang!The door slammed shut in Sarah’s face. She glanced at it briefly before turning to leave.Her next stop was to replace her lost phone. After getting a new SIM card and purchasing a new device, she immediately checked the school forum. The chaos sparked by that phone call was evident. The psychology students, practically fans of Jane Lawrence, were already planning to print banners to welcome her.Sarah tried calling Jane’s assistant again, only to receive the same response: “She doesn’t have time.”Even the academic papers she had submitted to Jane seemed to have vanished into thin air,
Sarah had a few suspects in mind. Lucy and Mrs. Chancer hated her the most, and while James seemed unlikely to stoop to such levels, she couldn’t rule him out completely. He had proven capable of shattering her past impressions of him.After the chaos at the party, Lucy had taken the day off and stayed home. Without hesitation, Sarah decided to head to the Chancer house.The maid who opened the door looked startled to see her, likely because Lucy and Mrs. Chancer had been bad-mouthing Sarah nonstop at home.“Miss Sanders, what brings you here?” the maid asked.“I’m here to see James,” Sarah replied directly.“Mr. Chancer isn’t home. Perhaps you can come back another day,” the maid suggested.A soft voice floated out from inside. “Who is it?”Charlotte appeared and froze for a moment when she saw Sarah. Unsure of how to react, she let out an awkward laugh. “Oh, it’s you. What brings you here?”“I don’t have time for small talk,” Sarah said bluntly. “I lost my phone at the party
"Alright," Sarah said, walking over immediately.Scarlett tossed her a carefully selected outfit and grumbled, “That scumbag! You’d better never see him again. The nerve to accuse you of cheating during your marriage!”“I feel like I’m finally seeing him for who he really is,” Sarah replied, her gaze hardening.Sure enough, Sarah's hunch was correct. The next day’s news didn’t mention anything about the birthday party. Instead, it only briefly touched on Lucy’s harassment incident, conveniently skipping over the rest.When Sarah arrived at school, she couldn’t find her phone anywhere.Just as she was about to go searching for it, Professor Wells appeared. “Sarah! I can’t believe you really managed to invite Jane Lawrence! Did you meet her already?”“What?” Sarah was baffled. “Professor, I saw her yesterday, but I didn’t get a definite answer!”Professor Wells frowned deeply. “How can that be? I called you this morning, and you told me yourself!”Impossible. Her phone had been m