Lucas drove straight back to the Tudor Estate.Aveline was speechless. He had lied about buying gifts.She got out of the car, expressionless, and headed inside.“Where are you going?” Lucas grabbed her arm.“It’s late. Time to rest,” Aveline said.“We can rest later,” Lucas replied, guiding her toward another part of the estate.The Tudor Estate was vast, with many areas Aveline had never explored. As they reached a doorway, Lucas opened the door to reveal a room filled with an array of collectibles.“What’s all this?” Aveline asked, surprised.“Pick something to give to Grandma,” Lucas said.Aveline walked in, seeing glass cabinets showcasing various items under direct lighting. The room was filled with antiques, paintings, crystals, gemstones, and jewelry.Each item had a price tag beneath it. Some were purchased, while others were acquired at auctions. All were incredibly expensive.Aveline couldn’t help but gawk at the long strings of zeros on the price tags.This was insane!Stan
She was lost in thought, wondering when she could finalize the divorce as quickly as possible.Lucas approached her and extended his hand. Aveline was wearing an elegant black gown that accentuated her noble features. Her delicate facial features were beautifully highlighted, with a hint of innocence in her mesmerizing eyes. Her slender waist curved gracefully into her hips.Aveline placed her hand in his.Lucas gripped it tightly, his eyes swirling with intense emotion as he said in a deep voice, "Ave, you look stunning."Aveline smiled softly. "Thank you. Did you just realize that?"Lucas was at a loss for words. He felt somewhat helpless but wasn't angry. The tenderness in his eyes only grew stronger.Taking Aaron's advice, he had been treating her warmly. Though Aveline still resisted him, their interactions over the past couple days had been relatively pleasant. If things continued this way, perhaps their life together wouldn't be unbearable after all.The two left the Tudor ma
Lucas turned to look at her and noticed her cold expression. Her eyes were now filled with frost.If he told her to leave now, she would undoubtedly walk away without hesitation.Lucas' face darkened as he said quietly, "You don't need to care about what others think."Aveline looked at him and smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Lucas, all of this that I'm enduring - it's because of you. You owe me compensation."Lucas was taken aback. "Have you become obsessed with money?"Aveline shrugged. "If I can't have love, can't I at least have money?"Hearing this, Lucas' expression grew even more unpleasant, his entire demeanor chilling several degrees.Aveline looked away and asked, "Where's Grandma?"Lucas also averted his gaze, his aura softening as he tried to calm himself. No longer wanting love? Was that something one could simply decide?Lucas led her upstairs.They arrived at an open door on the second floor. Inside, several people surrounded Barbara. Aaron was by her side, te
" So that's Lucas' wife. She's quite pretty!""She used her looks to cling onto Lucas. Rumor has it she saved him when he had amnesia, then married him. After Lucas regained his memories, she refused to divorce him.""Tsk, once she latched onto that money tree, how could she let go so easily?""Just watch, the Tudor family has been ensnared by this woman!"Whispers and murmurs arose from the crowd.The onlookers' gazes were either curious or contemptuous, with no hint of kindness.Aveline took it all in, lowering her eyes slightly with a polite smile on her face.After the lengthy congratulatory speeches ended, the banquet began.Barbara kept holding Aveline's hand, showing no interest in going to eat.Yvonne said, "Aveline, why don't you stay with Madam Barbara for a while? We need to go entertain the guests.""Alright," Aveline nodded.She was eager to leave such an uncomfortable situation anyway.She wheeled Barbara away from the courtyard and straight to the garden, where it was qu
The first person who had arrived pointed at Aveline, saying, "When I got here, I saw her standing next to Madam Barbara, who was crying continuously."All eyes turned to Aveline."She's the one who took Madam Barbara away. Did she mistreat her?""Madam Barbara seems to like her a lot. I doubt it.""What do you know? Women like her can deceive men and old ladies alike. Who knows what she did to Madam Barbara behind our backs."Frederick looked at Aveline with a dark expression. "What exactly happened?"Aveline took a deep breath and recounted the events, concluding with, "If you don't believe me, you can check the security footage."Frederick glanced at the butler, who immediately went to review the recordings.Five minutes later, the butler returned with a complicated expression. "Sir, the young madam took Madam Babara to a blind spot in the cameras. We couldn't capture what happened."Frederick's face darkened further. "Aveline, what did you do to Madam Barbara? How can you be so mali
Lucas responded coolly, "Alright."Though he acknowledged verbally, he didn't head upstairs. Instead, he took out his phone to call Aveline.While he knew she'd be more comfortable away from here, she should have at least informed him. Leaving without a word - did she not consider him at all?When he dialed, he heard a message saying the phone was switched off.Turned off?Lucas frowned.Seeing that he hadn't moved, the servant said, "Mr. Lucas, Mr. Frederick wants to discuss Mr. Leo’s matter with you. You should go quickly."Lucas' dark eyes grew cold, his intense pressure weighing on the servant, who lowered their head even further.He put away his phone.Recalling Aveline's extremely cold attitude towards him, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.Perhaps she had deliberately turned off her phone to avoid him!Feeling increasingly irritated, he walked towards the study with an icy expression.Without knocking, he entered, only to see Frederick sitting in his chair with a maid kneel
Frederick said in a deep voice, "I didn't discipline him well before, which is why he's become like this now. I can't let him continue like this. He's right; he's the only heir of the Tudor family now, and nothing can happen to him. I need to find him a wife who matches our status, someone who can give birth to an excellent heir."A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. "Aveline's status is not suitable to be the Tudor family's daughter-in-law."Yvonne replied, "But I think Lucas really likes Aveline."Frederick said, "Women with low-status value unfounded feelings the most. As long as Aveline discovers Lucas's infidelity, she will definitely demand a divorce. He does like her a lot now, but if a woman becomes too troublesome and loses her original charm, will he still like her?"Frederick knew this well because that was how things ended between him and Lucas' mother.Yvonne listened, her eyes briefly revealing a cold glint, but she kept her expression neutral and said, "Shall we do it
Aveline walked directly down. The basement was even colder than above, and as she descended, the lights flickered on one by one. She stopped in front of a door with iron bars and frowned, "Who's in there?""Is... is that you, Aveline?" The man's voice came out weak and frail. Aveline could even smell a faint scent of blood.Aveline's expression grew tense, "Who's there?""It's Bobby."Aveline widened her eyes. "Bobby? Is it really you?"She grabbed the bars and peered inside desperately, but it was pitch dark; she couldn't see anything."It's me... Aveline, please save me. I'm being tortured to death. I don't want to die. Please help me, okay?"Bobby's voice was filled with pleading as if clinging to a lifeline."I..." Aveline wanted to say she would get him out, but then she remembered Bobby's own father had given up on him. As an outsider, did she have the right to intervene?Aveline asked, "Did you really steal from the Tudor family?""No, I didn't!" Bobby was extremely agitated.
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s