Desmond was speechless.His usually composed expression was starting to crack.Shareholders were equally at a loss for words.“What on earth? Do you even hear yourself right now?” they thought.Their expressions were a sight to behold, all eyes on Lucas, waiting to see what else he might say.On the other end of the line, Aveline fell silent.Did she hear him right? Did he just say he was being bullied?Wasn't he usually the one doing the bullying?With a calm tone, she replied, “It seems like you’re fine, so I’m going to hang up now.”“There is something, really!” Lucas quickly insisted, trying to keep her on the line. “After this incident, the executives at Tudor Group are holding a board meeting. They want to remove me from my position and send me packing. I’m about to be unemployed!”Shareholders were speechless.This was getting more and more ridiculous.Aveline paused for a moment and said, “This process sounds oddly familiar.”Wasn’t this exactly how things went with DK Group?A
This was the perfect moment to strip Lucas of his power. If they couldn’t find someone to replace him now, Lucas would only grow stronger, leaving the shareholders with no room to maneuver in the future.“Not coming, is she?” Just then, Lucas’ voice broke the tension, calm and unhurried, with a hint of amusement, as if he had expected this outcome all along.Mark glanced at him, his expression stern. “Madam Yvonne has deep feelings for the former chairman. With him bedridden, she insists on staying by his side to care for him. It seems we’ll need to look for another suitable candidate.”He cast his gaze around the room. One of the shareholders suddenly spoke up, “If we're talking about experience and capability, Mr. Lewis is the only one truly qualified to take over as Chairman and CEO of Tudor Group. We’ve all seen his dedication to the Group over the years. I vote in favor of Mr. Lewis temporarily assuming the position of Chairman!”“I agree!”“So do I!”Several shareholders on Ma
Mark had dedicated his entire life to the Tudor Group and was considered a key contributor to its success. Even Frederick had to show him respect, so who did Lucas think he was to speak to him like that?Tobias stood up, noting the displeased expression on Mark’s face. With a faint smile, he said, “Mark, it’s best to do what’s appropriate for your age and stop concerning yourself with things that don’t matter. You’re still a shareholder of the Tudor Group; you can enjoy your retirement comfortably. But if you lose those shares, what will you do then?”With that, he walked out of the room.The other attendees gradually left the boardroom, leaving Mark and a few of his supporters behind. The expressions on their faces were far from pleasant.Mark’s eyes were dark and fixed straight ahead, his hands clenched tightly into fists. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen—it was an unfamiliar number. He wasn’t planning to answer it, but then a text message arrived. Upon reading
Aveline thought this over and spoke directly, "If it's about the situation between him and me, you don't need to say more. I can handle my own affairs."Gernard fell silent. He had indeed come for that reason. With the uproar surrounding Lucas' altercation, he had intended to persuade Aveline once more. But hearing her distant tone, he felt a faint, inexplicable discomfort. A sense of unease that he couldn't quite understand. Seeing his silence, Aveline continued, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm at work." Gernard replied, "Alright, as long as you know what you're doing. I was just thinking, you were so eager to divorce before but couldn't find a way, and now there's an opportunity right in front of you. I just wanted to help. But it's your decision. I won't disturb you any further. Goodbye." He hung up the phone. A faint trace of mockery flashed in Aveline's eyes. To help Juliet, Gernard really could say anything. Anyone who didn't know better might have t
Maple Garden.Aveline stepped into the elevator when her phone pinged—it was a message from Selena inviting her to dinner that evening. She felt drained all day and didn’t have the energy to go out, but she also didn't feel like cooking for herself once she got home. She quickly replied, asking where they would eat. Selena's call came almost immediately. “How about some barbecue? I think I've been working out too much lately. I've dropped a few pounds and need to make up for it," Selena said.Aveline raised an eyebrow. "What kind of workouts have you been doing?"Selena laughed and replied with a wink, "The bedroom kind."Aveline sighed. “…Forget I asked.” She said, “Where are we eating? Send me the location.” “Got it.” After hanging up, Aveline pressed the elevator's ground floor button. Beside her, Lucas also received a call. Seeing her press the button for the first floor, he glanced over and asked, "Got something going on?" Aveline replied with a nod, not offering fu
Selena turned her head and immediately saw Aaron. She looked back at Aveline with a blank expression. "Suddenly, I'm not that interested in barbecue anymore. What about you?" Aveline chuckled at her comment. Aaron, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow slightly and walked over, pinching Selena's cheek to make her look up. "What's that supposed to mean? You don't want to see me?" Selena slapped his hand away. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" Aaron's eyes narrowed dangerously. "No, but why don't you explain it to me in detail?" Selena scoffed. "Don't bother us while we're eating. Go away, you annoying man!" Aaron's lips curved into a smile. He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "Wait for me tonight." With that, he straightened up and returned to his table. Aveline pretended not to notice anything. Lance then chimed in, "From a professional perspective, it seems the lady clearly doesn't want to see you." Selena shot him a look. "Oh, really? Are
“Alright.” The server nodded and turned away. Selena glanced between Lucas and Aveline, resting her chin on one hand. "I have a rather bold suspicion right now." Aveline looked at her, puzzled. "What is it?" Selena replied, "They did this on purpose." Aveline blinked, but quickly realized what she meant by "on purpose." Both of them had arrived at the restaurant just moments before the men showed up. It was hard to believe it wasn’t deliberate. Besides, why would they choose a barbecue place for their gathering? There were countless high-end restaurants, private dining spots, and star-rated hotels they could have chosen. Aveline thought it over but didn't say much. Selena sighed softly. "Great, now they're right next to us. We can’t talk freely anymore." Aveline replied, "Since when did you start talking behind people's backs? Weren't you always the type to say it directly to their faces?" Selena widened her eyes slightly. "Is it the same now? With the Tudor Group a
The aroma of grilled meat quickly filled the air, pulling Aveline's attention back to the present. She was genuinely hungry. It was clear that the presence of the men at the next table affected Selena's mood; several times, she seemed on the verge of saying something, only to catch sight of them out of the corner of her eye and sigh in frustration."So annoying," she finally muttered.Aveline suggested, "Just enjoy the meal for now; we can talk about it later.""Alright," Selena replied with a nod.The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, but the meat was delicious, and Aveline ate quite a bit. Meanwhile, the men at the next table were also getting fresh charcoal for their grill.A man carrying a pan of hot coals approached and, just as he was about to place it in their grill, his expression sharpened, and suddenly he hurled the hot coals directly at Lucas!If the burning coals hit Lucas, it would undoubtedly cause serious injury!Everything happened too quickly. Although Lucas reacted
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