"Ha, how surprising." Aveline scoffed, her gaze fixed on William’s face.Everyone turned to look at William, their faces full of disbelief."How could it be you?""Why did you do this?""This project is so important to us. Why did you leak the information?"William was speechless.First, there was disbelief, then an uncontrollable anger. The crowd surrounded William, demanding an explanation.William hadn't expected what he did to be exposed so easily. At that moment, he was speechless.Indeed, with the evidence right there, what else could he say?Outside.Lucas stood tall by the glass, his eyes fixed on Aveline. Seeing her pale face, his brows furrowed.Desmond, standing nearby, said, "I didn't expect her to have a camera at her workstation."Lucas's lips pressed into a line as he turned to leave.Suddenly, Desmond exclaimed, "Miss Young has fainted!"Aveline, having resolved a major issue, felt the tension in her body suddenly release. As she relaxed, waves of coldness swept over he
Lucas sat behind her, watching her obediently drink water. A gentle look flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.After drinking the water, Aveline didn’t lie down again. She leaned against the headboard and checked her phone. Many people had sent her messages, mostly colleagues asking about her condition and a few from Selena.She called Selena."Ave, did everything work out?" Selena answered quickly, her sweet voice coming through.Aveline replied, "Yes, it did. You were a big help. Have you decided what you want to eat?"Selena responded, "In that case, I'll make my request."Aveline said, "No problem."Selena chuckled. "I haven't had your cooking in a long time. Can you make me something? I'll eat whatever you cook.""Sure," Aveline agreed. Selena had helped her so much; she deserved anything she wanted.Selena continued, "Hey, your voice sounds a bit off. Are you okay?"Aveline replied, "I caught a cold, and I—"Before she could finish, someone snatched her phone away, end
”You can take a day off and come back to work tomorrow.”Ha!Aveline let out a bitter laugh, her eyes devoid of any emotion.Last night, she had gathered all her courage to say those things. She wanted a response, an explanation from him.Even a perfunctory answer would have sufficed.But his attention didn't seem to be on her words. When did he stop caring about her?It made her feel that asking him that question last night was incredibly foolish.A self-inflicted humiliation.Aveline composed herself, completed the discharge procedures, and went home. There, she saw the file folder on the cabinet. Opening it, she found the property deed, a check, and a key inside.Maple Garden.A prime location in Cloudflare City, with top-tier greenery, 25 floors, and 500 square meters.Wow, it was even larger than expected.Did he think this would make her grateful?Aveline's eyes remained emotionless as she took out the check. The amount of six million dollars was clearly printed on it, along with
He gave her what she wanted; she should be happy. But just now, her expression didn't seem pleased. Why?Lucas grew more irritated the more he thought about it. Just then, his phone rang. It was Desmond. "Mr. Tudor, Mr. Hang has arrived.""Okay, I'll be back right away." Lucas replied coldly, then hung up. He cast a long look in the direction of Aveline's house before turning the car around and leaving....In the evening, when Selena arrived, Aveline had already prepared four dishes, with two more and a soup still cooking."Ave, there’s so much food!" Selena exclaimed excitedly, hugging her and rubbing against her.Aveline said, "It's alright. Go wait outside; it'll be ready soon."Selena replied, "Okay, I brought some alcohol."Aveline sighed, "I can't drink it; I took cold medicine."Selena was surprised. "You’re sick? But you look fine."Aveline answered, "You'll see why I look fine in a bit."Selena went outside, and soon after, Aveline brought out two plates of food. The soup was
"Bring me some medicine, something's wrong with me."With that, the call abruptly ended. Aveline stared at her phone, puzzled by the sudden disconnection, her brows furrowing.Did he really dial the wrong number?Didn't he hear her speak?Aveline pressed her lips together and called Desmond."Hello, Miss Young."The call connected quickly, and she could hear a faint background noise on his end."Mr. Blake, Mr. Tudor called me by mistake just now. He asked for you to bring him some medicine. Can you go to him?""I'm afraid that's not possible," Desmond replied directly. "I'm on a business trip and already at the airport. Miss Young, could you deliver the medicine for me? I can tell you the name of the medication; you can get it from any pharmacy."Aveline's brows knit tighter. "You're on a business trip?""Yes," Desmond confirmed, and she could faintly hear airport announcements in the background."Miss Young, I'll send you the name of the medicine. Mr. Tudor's condition is quite distre
Aveline was stunned! What was going on with him? Was he not fully conscious?She began to struggle violently, but the disparity in strength between them became evident. Her struggles only seemed to provoke him further. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head.His scorching breath trailed down from her lips, sending a chill across her chest, quickly followed by heat and wetness.Aveline's eyes widened. "Lucas, what are you doing?"Wasn't he supposed to be sick? Yet, he seemed so full of energy. Or did he mistake her for another woman?Sophia?The thought pierced her heart, and she fiercely kneed him.All of Lucas's movements stopped, his heavy body collapsing on top of her."Get up!" Aveline twisted uncomfortably beneath him.In response, Lucas bit down angrily on her collarbone. "Aveline, do you want to live as a widow?"So, he knew who she was? But..."Are you mistaken? We're about to get divorced. How could I be a widow?" Aveline's breathing was err
"Ave, sleep a little longer," a familiar, affectionate voice sounded behind her. The man’s chin gently nuzzled the top of her head.Aveline froze.This was how they used to be.When she woke up early in the morning, Lu would be like this—gentle and clingy, saying such things.Aveline lay there in a daze, unable to distinguish the past from the present.How could she tell them apart?Because whether it was the past or now, the one saying these words was always Lu.Her heart ached with bitterness, but she bit her finger and didn’t get up.She still craved this embrace.She craved his warmth, his scent, everything about him.She wished time could freeze at this moment—no divorce, no Sophia, no Tudor family drama...Just them, as they used to be....When she woke up again, Aveline immediately met Lucas's playful gaze.Her expression stiffened. "Why are you staring at me like that?"It was early in the morning and quite unsettling.Lucas's voice was deep. "Why are you here?"Aveline looked
Lucas suddenly stopped, her gaze making him uncomfortable."I really don't understand what you're thinking," Aveline asked softly. "Are we getting divorced or not?"Lucas's lips tightened abruptly. He got up from the bed and headed straight to the bathroom.Aveline closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.Let's not do this.If they were going to divorce, it should be straightforward.It would be easier for both of them.When Lucas came out, Aveline was gone. She hadn't even stayed for breakfast.She had only sent him a message on WhatsApp, “I'll be waiting for you at the lawyer’s office.”Lucas's face looked as if it was covered in frost, his entire demeanor icy and intimidating.The housekeeper came out, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Mr. Lucas, did Miss Young leave?"The housekeeper knew Aveline had come last night but had been informed not to disturb them. He had expected to see her this morning but found no one.Lucas put away his phone, his expression even colder. "Do you
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