James was still caught in his melancholy when, suddenly, the bedroom door swung open once again. His heart raced with excitement.
Only to see Diana poking her head out. "Dad, John is waiting downstairs. Could you check if he's had breakfast? If not, ask Ms. Taylor to prepare some for him. He likes dim sum."
With that, another "slam" as the door closed once more.
After Diana finished getting ready, half an hour had already passed. She wore a pale pink jacket and black casual pants as she eagerly rushed downstairs.
As soon as she descended, she spotted John sitting on the couch downstairs. However, he wasn't alone. Andrew and Colin were seated on either side of him, and across from them was his father, James.
All four of them had their own thoughts, silently lost in contemplation.
"You've been waiting for a while, huh?" Diana exclaimed crisply upon seeing the people downstairs.
The four men downstairs all looked up in unison.
Diana sat before the vanity, allowing Hank to work his magic. At the start, she seemed quite energetic. But perhaps waking up too early in the morning or having a heavy lunch was taking its toll – dizziness was creeping in. As Diana continued to sit at the vanity, her eyes started to droop, and she drifted into a light doze. Hank's efforts continued for several hours. Meanwhile, John waited on the couch outside. Propping his head up with one hand, he, who wasn't known for his patience, remained silent and unchanged, holding his posture. Ethan occupied a nearby seat, stealing occasional glances towards the dressing room. Speaking of which... Perhaps the styling could be momentarily put on hold? The most crucial matter was saving Diana's image! Recalling the scene from earlier in the morning, Ethan could feel a faint headache throbbing at his temples. Inside the dressing room. After three hours had passed, Diana was drifting in a half-asleep state when she suddenly heard a no
As he spoke, he subtly glanced at John, who remained unruffled in his chair, his typically profound eyes showing no emotion.Just then, the uncle who hadn't spoken, Joel, suddenly spoke up, "Speaking of which, John, your engagement last time was quite a big deal. How come you didn't inform us?""Engagement?" Flame seemed puzzled for a moment, then seemed to recall something."Engaged so soon? Is it with Charlotte? Both of them are great kids. I've always had an eye on Charlotte since she was little…""Joel, it's not Charlotte," Christopher's complexion darkened slightly."Not Charlotte?" Flame's eyes widened in surprise, "Then who could it be?!"Max Matthews' voice turned cold, "Diana of the Thompson family in Cloud City.""Diana?!" Flame was momentarily stunned, then realization dawned upon him.He abruptly stood up, his tone incredulous, "John, you can't be serious about this, can you?!""That Thompson girl, abs
Rose's expression grew increasingly perplexed. "What nonsense are you all talking about? Ms. Thompson is clearly—" "Diana, is that you?" Suddenly, a voice filled with shock echoed from the doorway. Diana adjusted her dress as she leaned against the table, her head tilted as she cast a glance behind Scarlett. And there he was, her nephew Liam. Without missing a beat, she responded, "It's me." Liam held a champagne glass, stepping into the room. His eyes widened, a bit taken aback. When he arrived at the old mansion, Ethan had informed him that Diana was waiting in the side hall, asking him to look after her. Yet, as soon as he got here, he saw her in an extravagant dress, an ethereal beauty that seemed unreal! Could this really be the same Diana he knew?! Diana stood to the side, casually appraising Liam. Today, he wore a white suit with a black tie, exuding elegance and devoid of the previous hint of rogue charm.
The backyard of the Matthews family estate. Inside a room on the second floor. The spacious room was filled with an invisible pressure, silencing the entire conference table. Joel's expression had turned exceedingly grim. However, he found it difficult to meet the gaze of the man seated at the head of the table, whose demeanor was as icy as frost. The anger that had risen to his lips was forcefully suppressed. "Uncle, do you really have nothing to say about John's fiancée?" Joel turned his head to look at Grandpa Matthews, seated at the other end. A hint of authority flashed across Grandpa Matthews' aged face. "As long as John is happy, I have no objections." If Grandpa Matthews said so, others found it even harder to voice their opinions. For a moment, everyone exchanged glances, their expressions varied. John lifted his hand to glance at his Cartier wristwatch. "If the meeting's over, let's dis
It infuriated Scarlett's beyond measure. "Apologize!" Christopher's tone grew firmer. Under Christopher's imposing presence, Scarlett reluctantly stepped forward, her voice flat as she said, "I apologize for the misunderstanding, Mr. Stone." Her attitude was anything but sincere. "Mr. Stone, you see, Scarlett has apologized. As an elder, please don't hold onto this matter with a younger person," Christopher calmly suggested. The casual demeanor of the Patel family didn't sit well with Mr. Stone. However, the Patels were no ordinary family; they held substantial influence. Besides, there were potential future dealings between them. He had no choice but to swallow his pride. "Hmph, young ones nowadays should be careful about their words," Mr. Stone retorted with a cold snort, begrudgingly accepting the apology. "Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, let's move on," Christopher turned and smiled at the onlooke
So, Diana didn't actually have some sort of wealthy benefactor backing her all along! And that "old man" she had always thought of, was actually... John?! She had just slandered Diana for being kept by an old man right in front of John?! The more she thought, the more Scarlett felt suffocated, her whole being in turmoil. Christopher's expression also became unnaturally stiff. He forced a smile and said, "John, it was all a misunderstanding, and now it's cleared up. There's nothing to worry about." A faint chill flickered in John's eyes. "A misunderstanding? Mr. Patel, why don't you go ahead and explain what kind of misunderstanding?" A single sentence fell, and around was a silence akin to death. Observing this, Diana let out a light chuckle, then tiptoed and whispered a few words in his ear. John bent down, listened, and his icy gaze grew even colder. His gaze shifted, landing on Scarlett, who s
At the time, no one held much hope for him, thinking the old man's move lacked consideration. However, John surprised everyone upon his return, displaying remarkable business acumen and an iron-fisted approach. Not only did he successfully stabilize the faltering Matthews Group, but he also stripped Max of his power, kicking him out of the Matthews Group and becoming the sole emperor of Cloud City himself. Over the years, under John's leadership, the Matthews Group continuously grew and prospered. Yet now, Max claimed that the Matthews Group was facing a crisis. Hearing Mike's words, a hint of anger flashed in Max's eyes. That brat! Among the three, Mike, despite being the youngest, appeared the most gentle and agreeable. However, he was also the most scheming one. "Your concerns are valid," Max spoke slowly. "But you should understand a simple truth. A thousand-mile dike can collapse due to an ant hole. While t
Very much like a mad dog. Billy was taken aback and instinctively took two steps back. What's going on?! That look... That roguish demeanor... Why did it feel like in the next second, this guy would pull out a brick from somewhere and smack it against his head?! "Rose, are you sure... you're talking about him?" Well, this was definitely less flashy than Frank! "Yes, Dad, I'm sure he's the one for me!" Rose's eyes were filled with fervor. "No way! I don't agree!" Billy immediately protested. This seems to have a violent tendency, it's too dangerous! "Dad, you don't agree?" "Absolutely not." Upon hearing this, Rose fell silent for a moment, then lifted her head. "You don't have to agree, I'll fight you on this till the end!" With that, she looked at Diana. "Ms. Thompson, thank you. You've given me the courage." Diana: ...Please don't cue me. B