Aveline ordered all of Lucas' favorite dishes, then handed the menu back to the server and looked at Judy. "Did you get all that, Miss Thompson?""I...," Judy hesitated, surprised that Aveline would take the initiative to tell her all this—as if she were trying to teach her. What kind of thought process was this? What exactly was Aveline thinking?Hearing Aveline’s words, Lucas' expression immediately turned colder, and the tension around him seemed to thicken.But Aveline appeared unfazed and calmly continued, "This way, you won’t have to ask him next time. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that he’s not much of a talker."Judy felt a pang of irritation. "You don't need to worry about that. After spending more time together, I'll naturally pick up on these things.""Alright then," Aveline nodded, as if satisfied with the response.She then turned to Lucas and asked, "Have you thought about what I mentioned earlier?"Lucas’ sharp, handsome features hardened, and he didn’t even bother to g
The slap echoed loudly through the restroom.Judy clutched her cheek, staring at Aveline in disbelief. "You actually dared to hit me?"Aveline’s gaze was icy as she looked at her. "Yes, I did. Miss Thompson, you’re truly ungrateful. I tried to help you, and you turned around and insulted me. Don’t you think you deserved it?"Judy’s eyes filled with rage. "No one has ever dared to treat me like this! Aveline, you’re finished!"Aveline raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan to finish me? I’ve recorded our conversation, Miss Thompson. So, if anything happens to me in the near future, you’ll be the prime suspect."Judy’s fury intensified as she glared at Aveline. "You just wait."Aveline let out a slight scoff, not bothering to respond further.Judy stormed out in anger, while Aveline calmly walked back toward the dining area. As she turned a corner, she found Lucas leaning against the wall, his expression cold as he looked at her."You’ve got some nerve, laying a hand on the
Resign.Leave.To disappear without a trace.If no one could find her, then those around her wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. Aveline pressed her lips together, feeling that this plan might actually work.She had no close family, and only a few friends—Selena, Sidney, and Russell. Lucas couldn’t touch Russell, so Selena was his only leverage. If she could find a way to leave with Selena, it would solve the problem.And Sidney? Once she was gone, Lucas would have no reason to trouble him anymore.Yes, it seemed like a solid plan.Aveline pulled out her phone, hesitating on whether to tell Selena about her idea. No need to rush—she’d wait and see. If things didn’t improve, she would consider leaving.The whole afternoon, Aveline was preoccupied, her mind weighed down by her thoughts. Her mood didn’t improve even after work.When she returned to Maple Garden and stepped into the elevator, two others followed her inside. Aveline instinctively looked up, and when she saw who it was, he
Aveline opened the file and noticed the contact's last name was Blake, which made her hesitate. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed the number. The unfamiliar digits gave her a surprising sense of relief."Hello?"But when she heard Desmond’s voice on the other end, her mood soured immediately."Why is it you?"Desmond was momentarily taken aback. "Uh… Miss Young? Is there something you need from me?"He pretended to be surprised, but in reality, Lucas was sitting right next to him, listening in through the speakerphone.Aveline asked, "I received a commission to design a villa. Did you buy a villa? Are you getting married?"Desmond hesitated, glancing at Lucas for guidance.Lucas, maintaining his cold demeanor, gave nothing away, leaving Desmond to fend for himself.Desmond nervously stammered, "Ah… yes, it’s just a coincidence that the project landed with you. What a small world, huh?"Aveline, not buying the casual tone, asked, "What are your requirements? Let me know, and I’ll
Aveline frowned, stepping back to put some distance between them. "Wasn't he the one planning to design the wedding house?"Lucas responded coolly, "This is my property."Aveline paused. Well, that explained it—she had been tricked.She turned on her heel to leave. "Find another designer. I’m not interested."But Lucas’ deep voice halted her in her tracks. "But you’ve already signed a contract with me. Have you checked the penalty for breaking it?"Aveline froze for a moment, then turned back to him.Lucas continued, "If you break the contract and refuse to design my house—or fail to design one that satisfies me—the penalty is 20 million."Aveline stared at him. "Why don't you just rob a bank?"Lucas smirked. "Why would I? 20 million is nothing to me. Don’t tell me you can’t afford it?"Aveline fought the urge to slap him. For him, 20 million might be pocket change, but for her, it was an impossible sum. She had her savings for the future—no way could she give that up to him!Realizing
"But you once said you loved me."Lucas' gaze was unwavering as if he wouldn't rest until he got an answer.Aveline sighed helplessly and asked, "Do you have any other requests?"She was referring to his ideas for the design.Lucas remained silent.Seeing that he had nothing more to add, Aveline said, "If there's nothing else, I'll start taking measurements."She needed to verify the dimensions against the plans to ensure everything was accurate before she could begin drafting the blueprints.Pulling out her measuring tools, she got to work. The plot of land was enormous, and she spent the entire afternoon measuring just half of it. She’d have to return the next morning to finish the job.Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she recorded the data and prepared to leave.The Porsche was still parked at the entrance. Lucas was sitting inside, having spent the entire afternoon there while she worked. Aveline couldn’t help but think he must be incredibly bored.Since he hadn’t left yet, she
Aveline shifted her gaze from Lucas to the laptop on the table. She decided to sit down and began scrolling through the reference images, carefully studying each one. The images showcased the evolution of modern domestic villa architecture, with many designs incorporating foreign elements that Lucas clearly disliked. As a result, he wanted something more distinct and personalized.Engrossed in her task, Aveline didn’t notice when Lucas moved behind her. Suddenly, he leaned down, placing his hands on the table and effectively trapping her in his embrace."I think this one looks good," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the screen.Aveline stiffened, turning her head slightly to avoid his proximity. "If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you need to be so close?"Lucas tilted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and unreadable, with a flicker of something she couldn’t quite identify."I’m just making sure you can hear me," he replied in a low voice.Aveline rolled her eyes and
Aveline's expression darkened instantly. "So, your happiness is built on my suffering?"Lucas replied calmly, "If you're feeling hurt, you can always come to me for protection."Aveline let out a bitter laugh. "Protection? As your mistress?"Lucas didn’t respond, simply watching her with that faint, mocking smile.The thought was nothing short of insulting to Aveline. Give up the role of his wife to become his mistress? Not a chance.She turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her."Bang!"Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, the smirk fading from his face. He walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and slowly sipped it. His gaze fixed on the dark night outside, though his eyes were even darker.…When Aveline returned home, Selena immediately asked, "Did he give you a hard time?"Aveline shook her head. "No, just his usual nonsense."Selena burst out laughing. "That’s a pretty accurate description."After washing her hands, Aveline sat down beside Selena, gr
Lucas responded in a calm, low voice, “You won’t get that chance in this lifetime.”Selena huffed. “You better hope so!”She lifted her chin defiantly and then playfully winked at Aveline. Aveline smiled softly, a hint of exasperation in her eyes. When would these two ever stop bickering?Once they arrived at the mall, Selena dragged Aveline into a whirlwind shopping spree. Whatever caught their eye, they bought—no hesitation, no restraint. It felt exhilarating to indulge so freely!Lucas followed quietly behind them, occasionally making a few phone calls and handling work without missing a beat.After shopping all morning, the group started to feel tired. Selena led Aveline into a restaurant across the street.“I read reviews on this place, and they say the food is amazing. They’ve got some dishes from Cloudflare City too. It’s been a while since you’ve been back—want a taste of home?” Selena asked, grinning while flipping through the menu.Aveline nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been craving it
Daisy’s expression darkened slightly at Jolie’s words, but she held back from lashing out. “That’s all in the past. What’s the point of bringing it up now? You and Selena are sisters, after all. You should reach out to her more. Convince her to come back. She’s still part of the Quin family.”In recent years, both her parents, especially her father, had become fixated on reconnecting with Selena. Despite multiple attempts, Selena had kept her distance, and even after finally making contact, she barely exchanged a few words with them before cutting off all communication again. The more they tried, the further she drifted away.Jolie remained quiet, observing Daisy. She had no right to criticize her mother—after all, it was she who had always been favored growing up. The Quin family had never done anything wrong by her.“I understand. I’ll try,” Jolie finally relented, though the thought of facing Selena’s distant and prickly demeanor again made her uneasy. Perhaps, deep down, her sist
“Got something on your mind, Dad?” Gavin asked, noticing Wilfried’s serious expression as he entered the room. His own demeanor softened a bit.Wilfried didn’t waste time, sitting down heavily on the sofa with a stern look. "What are you planning to do about what happened today?"Gavin froze for a moment, realizing that the whole situation had become an open secret within the family. His response was calm, though. "I don’t have any specific plans."At this, Wilfried’s expression darkened even further. "That won’t do. You’ve taken advantage of someone, so you need to take responsibility. I’ll have someone look into that girl’s background tomorrow, prepare the bride price, and we’ll go make the proposal immediately."Gavin blinked, his typically composed expression faltering slightly. After a brief silence, he replied, "Dad, I’m willing to take responsibility, but what if she doesn’t want to marry me?"Wilfried paused, momentarily caught off guard by this possibility. His gaze swept over
“Hmm, you’re right. I’ll talk to your brother and see what he thinks,” Wilfried said thoughtfully.Aveline nodded and went on her way....In the study, Gernard sat on the sofa, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “Brother, why didn’t you let me finish? I was about to spill the best part.”Gavin ignored him and pulled out a document, handing it over. “Take a look at this. If everything’s in order, you’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow.”“What’s this?” Gernard blinked, taking the file and flipping it open. His eyes widened as he scanned the pages.He shot up from his seat, staring at Gavin in disbelief. “Wait, you’re serious? You’re actually sending me to South Africa? Do people live there? When did we even expand into that region?”Gavin, seated in his leather chair, remained cold and composed. “Recently.”Gernard’s face twisted in disbelief. After a long pause, he finally blurted out, “No way. I’m not going.”Gavin’s gaze flickered over to him, calm but stern. “You don’t hav
“What gossip?” Aveline's interest was instantly piqued, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Gernard.Gernard leaned in conspiratorially, about to spill the juicy details. “It’s about Brother. You won’t believe what happened today…”“Ahem!”Before he could finish, Gavin appeared, clearing his throat just loud enough to interrupt. He grabbed Gernard’s arm, pulling him away. “Let’s talk about the company,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.Gernard protested, “Brother, wait, I wasn’t finished!”Aveline, her curiosity fully ignited, took a couple of steps forward. “Hey bros, don’t leave me hanging! Finish the story first!”Without slowing down, Gavin replied, “He’s headed to South Africa soon. Work comes first.”“South Africa?” Gernard’s jaw dropped. “Wait, since when am I going to South Africa? I didn’t hear about this! What’s going on?”Aveline stopped in her tracks, equally puzzled. “South Africa? Does the Cooper family even have projects there?”Just then, Wilfried walked
"Got too much free time on your hands?" Gavin’s cold gaze fixed on Gernard.Unbothered, Gernard strolled over and patted his brother's shoulder, grinning. "So, what’s your plan now? I got a little bored and did some digging on the Quin family. Guess what? Turns out they’re Selena’s birth family. She left them ages ago to make it on her own, but the girl you were with? That’s Jolie Quin, the pampered princess of the family."With a knowing smirk, Gernard added, "Brother, I couldn’t help but notice—Jolie and Selena do look a bit alike. Could that be why you…?""Get lost," Gavin cut him off, not in the mood for Gernard’s teasing. He brushed past him, heading downstairs.Of course, that only fueled Gernard’s enthusiasm. "Hey, don’t walk away! I haven’t finished my gossip yet!" he called after him, but the conversation came to an abrupt end as they reached the main floor, where the guests were still gathered for the celebration....Aveline noticed Selena seemed a bit distracted and asked,
One of Jolie’s long, slender legs was exposed to the cool air, and Gavin’s fingers instinctively tightened, as if they could still feel the smoothness of her thigh under his grip. His gaze darkened, though his expression only grew colder. His sharp, chiseled features gave him a distant, unapproachable aura—a man who seldom smiled and whose demeanor warned others to stay away.He was cold, almost like an ice block."Debt’s owed," he said flatly, tossing out the two words before sitting on the sofa and picking up the phone to make a call.Jolie blinked in surprise, processing what he said. Debt owed?Was that something you could even keep on hold?But thinking about it, he probably didn’t need anything right now. So, if he wanted to leave the debt hanging, so be it.Stretching lazily, Jolie sat up and said, "Have someone bring me a change of clothes."With that, she pulled the blanket aside, slowly rising from the bed despite the discomfort between her legs and headed toward the bathro
As the effects of the drug finally began to fade, Jolie lay exhausted on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. Her skin, especially across her delicate shoulder blades, bore faint marks from their encounter and her breath ragged as it brushed against her own back. Her vision was hazy, and she barely had the strength to speak."I... I’m fine now... you can stop," she murmured, her voice weak and broken from the strain of what had just happened.The madness of moments before still pulsed through her, the aftershocks of it lingering in her body. She never expected that grabbing a random man for help would lead to this, nor did she expect him to have such relentless stamina.Yet, the man behind her didn’t stop. He didn’t respond either. His large hands remained firmly gripped around her slender waist as if he were trying to squeeze the very breath from her."Stop... I told you to stop, didn’t you hear me?" Jolie’s anxiety spiked as he continued. What was wrong with him? They’d agreed he was
Gavin said nothing and simply hung up the phone, his expression darkening by the second.Behind him, Jolie’s soft, pained whimpers filled the air. She was writhing on the bed, her delicate skin flushed a faint pink.Gavin clenched his jaw, tugging at his tie. It had already loosened from when she’d pulled on it earlier, and with a rough yank, it came completely undone. Frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior.Where was Selena? She was supposed to be finding help, but she still hadn’t returned.His frown deepened as he reached for the door, ready to leave."Please… help me…"Her desperate voice, laced with a hint of a sob, echoed from behind him. The softness of it hit him like a lit match to his chest, sparking a heat he wasn’t used to feeling. "Please… I’ll pay you… I won’t take it for free…" Jolie’s voice broke as tears streamed down her face. She was sobbing now, her words dripping with helplessness and shame, as if offering him money would somehow make her request more bear