Hawkesworth approached Ben, whispering urgently, "Ben, let's go. Confronting him like this will only lead to trouble if we're identified."
Ben remained unmoved, "If he wants to leave, let him. I'm not backing down now."
Hawkesworth ran to Wesley, anxious, "Wesley, come on! We're public figures; if this gets worse, none of us will benefit. Can't we just let it go?"
Wesley sneered, "Let it go? They apologize and compensate, then I might consider dropping it."
Hawkesworth turned back, "Ben, the concert is just after the New Year. If something goes wrong now, Ramingo won't just ruin you, but he'll ruin me too!"
Ben stood firm, "I won't back down after throwing those words. Whoever gives in first is the coward. I can't surrender now."
Hawkesworth was on the verge of tears, "Fine, I'm the coward. I'm the coward, okay? Please, just get in the car!"
Ben stood his ground, outwardly calm but inwardly anxious.
'Why did I agree to
Diana chuckled, "Don't worry, Ben. I'll be there to support you. Just make sure to give me an extra ticket for Leah." Colin chimed in, "Take me with you." "Diana, brother loves you~" Ben eagerly looked at Diana, his beautiful eyes filled with gratitude. Indeed, his precious little sister was always the best to him! Diana, resting her chin on her hand, turned to Andrew, sensing something unusual. Today, Andrew seemed unusually quiet. She leaned in, whispering, "Andrew, are you feeling down?" Andrew, with a calm expression, said, "Dad is planning another arranged date for me. He says I'm twenty-nine after the New Year, getting too old." Behind his golden-rimmed glasses, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. "If it doesn't work out, I'll have to be honest with him about my sexual orientation." Diana hesitated, "Given Dad's temper, it might not be easy for him to accept... but I can't be sure. Last t
Andrew revved the engine, and the car slowly pulled away. As they passed by John, Andrew greeted, "Mr. Matthews, long time no see." John looked at him without moving. Andrew didn't mind, drove away slowly. Once he left, Diana hurriedly ran towards John. She buried herself in the warmth of his broad embrace, smelling his familiar scent. Her heart skipped a beat, a familiar sense of security surged within. John held her waist, lowered his head, and affectionately kissed her in her long hair. Then he asked, "Did Andrew experience something traumatic?" Diana looked up, her dark eyes fixed on him. "What did he say to you?" "He just said, 'long time no see.'" "...That's a bit unusual, but it's progress, I suppose." At least there's no hostility towards John as before. Diana embraced his lean waist, rubbing against his chest, "I missed you." "I missed you too," John whispered. Ve
Kevin, wearing green dinosaur pajamas, stood at his doorway, tilting his little face, eyes eagerly looking at him. Yosef narrowed his eyes, "Why aren't you sleeping so late? What's up?" "Bro, I had a scary dream, and I got a bit scared, so I came to find you." Kevin hugged his big thigh, blinking his big eyes up at him, "Didn't expect the light in your room to be on; I thought maybe you weren't sleeping either." Yosef lifted him inside and closed the door. He walked to the sofa, casually taking a seat. "You're a man, it's just a dream. What's there to be scared of?" "It's terrifying," Kevin said seriously, looking at him. "I had a terrifying dream." "What did you dream about?" "I dreamt that you died." Yosef: ... Kevin looked at him. "So, I wanted to come and check on you." "Check if I'm really dead?" Kevin hesitated and nodded. Luckily. His brother sat there, seem
Andrew asked, "Dad, aren't you jealous?" "What do I have to be jealous of? Am I as immature as you guys?" James said with a serious face, then flashed a triumphant smile, "Diana gave me a New Year's gift early in the morning. What do I have to be jealous of?" The three brothers: ... .... With the chime of the New Year, the Thompson family gathered for a joyous reunion dinner. James had an exceptionally pleasant New Year this year. His beloved daughter and John had finally gotten engaged. Colin, the wooden-headed one, had also found a girlfriend, and even the least sensible Ben had started pursuing women. Only Andrew remained a perennial bachelor. Thinking about this, James hesitated several times before speaking. He quietly asked Diana, "Diana, over the years, I've tried to find the right match for your eldest brother, but nothing seems to suit him. Have you ever figured out what type he likes? Has he ever confi
"Blue Rose seems skeptical," Tullia put her phone down, "It seems we need more convincing evidence. I'll contact her again later." "Alright." Poly was not pleased. A newcomer with no apparent significance was causing unnecessary trouble. If not for her apparent talent in design, Poly wouldn't bother with her. .... After preparing herself in the room, Diana was about to head downstairs when she felt a warm flow in her nose. She wiped it and found her hand stained with bright red blood. A nosebleed? Diana was surprised; she had been in good health for years and hadn't experienced a nosebleed in a long time. She dismissed it and cleaned up the blood, waiting until there were no signs of further bleeding before opening the door. Outside, Jackson was already waiting in the car. Diana got in, ready to visit Grandpa Matthews at the Matthews' residence. Today had a feeling of meeting the parents, so she presented herself as a r
"This pair is a perfect match, truly a match made in heaven!" "Mr. Matthews is so lucky. When will he have a great-grandchild?" "Not married yet, but it seems not far off. Haha, I'm looking forward to the wedding celebration—" Listening to the praises around her, Ana stood in place, staring somewhat dazed at the couple in front of her. She observed John's hand on Diana's waist and felt a profound shock within. In her impression, this man was unattainable and unmatched. He was the perennial ice, the coldest snow at the top of the mountain. She couldn't fathom him allowing anyone to stand beside him. But now... "By the way, this is Mrs. Swift's granddaughter, Ana. You've met a few times before, remember?" Grandpa Matthews suddenly spoke, smiling as he made the introduction. John turned his head, his gaze sweeping over. Ana instantly became nervous. She widened her eyes, fingers slig
Diana picked up John's photo, slowly put it in her bag, and continued, "He's my man. I hope you can understand that." Ana's chest rose and fell slightly, provoked by Diana's nonchalant possessiveness. Watching Diana walk away, Ana muttered, "You're not even worthy of Matthews." Diana turned, "Huh?" What nonsense was she talking about? She and John were a perfect match in looks and intelligence. How could this girl, who appeared out of nowhere, dare to oppose? Ana bit her lip, meeting Diana's displeased gaze. Undeterred, she continued, "Apart from your beauty, you have nothing. You don't even know how to appreciate Mr. Matthews. A woman like you, Mr. Matthews probably doesn't even like you for anything..." "Who said that? Besides beauty, I have a perfect figure! Well, at least John has certified that through our experiences together..." Diana said, trailing off with a cough. Ana almost thought she had misheard. "Diana, d
Grandpa Matthews also looked at her, "Jenny, do you know what's going on?" "I don't know." Jenny straightened her posture, looking completely innocent. Though her face remained calm, confusion and anxiety lurked beneath. It was just moments ago that she, Diana, and Ana entered the villa together. Jenny left the room early, leaving only Diana and Ana inside. However, if she spoke up, wouldn't she be implying that Ana was attacked by Diana? Jenny furrowed her brow. She absolutely couldn't reveal this. She trusted that Diana wouldn't resort to violence against Ana in such a situation; there must be more to the story. Ana glanced at Jenny with a hint of anger in her eyes. She had expected Jenny to mention staying behind with Diana in the room. This would naturally lead everyone to suspect Diana. But Jenny was playing dumb! Ana lowered her gaze, suddenly reaching up to cover her face. "Grandma, please