"Indeed. When the time comes, let's see what those old fools have to say."
A cold smile finally crept onto Christopher's face.
He turned his head to look at Wallace lying in bed with cloudy eyes, his brow furrowing with disdain.
"What a coincidence that you woke up at this time," he sneered coldly. "You heard it too. The day I officially take over the company is drawing near. Then, you'll finally be free."
Wallace lay still, unable to move, but his facial muscles twitched violently, betraying intense anger.
Christopher paid him no mind, turning to the doctor nearby.
"Will Stan bring anyone tomorrow? Will there be any slip-ups?"
"Mr. Patel, rest assured. This medication is unlikely to be detected by ordinary means. There won't be any issues."
Satisfied, Christopher instructed, "Give him two injections today to ensure he doesn't wake up unexpectedly tomorrow when Stan arrives, causing trouble for me."
"Yes, Mr. Pa
Diana stood there, looking adorable in her soft pink coat, white boots, and a fuzzy hat with two rabbit ears dangling behind her. The icy atmosphere in the office instantly dissipated, replaced by a warmth akin to a gentle breeze sweeping through a mountain valley in spring. John's gaze softened as he said tenderly, "Little girl, when did you arrive?" "Just now! I came to surprise you, but you've been silent all along. Is someone in there?" Diana asked playfully. "Maybe there is, why don't you come in and check for yourself?" John suggested. "Really? Well, then you better not move," Diana teased. Diana dashed over and tossed her bag onto the nearby couch before plunging into John's embrace, seating herself on his lap. Her hands roamed, touching places they shouldn't, exploring every inch. Ah, the familiar touch. John's sturdy arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in warmth and tenderness.
"Logically, she should give it to you..." Diana turned to look at John, puzzled. But she met his chilly gaze. Diana fell silent for a moment. Then suddenly, something occurred to her. Her face paled, and she pointed to herself, stuttering, "Wait, could it be... she likes me?" John squinted, "Anyway, stay away from her." Hearing this, Diana was completely sure of her suspicion. Damn it! No wonder, last time at the estate, Kismet had shyly asked for her contact information! This was way too confusing! After a brief moment of shock, Diana couldn't help but remark, "Gosh, this is so perplexing. Why would she develop feelings for me out of the blue?!" ... Meanwhile, at the Thompson residence. After dinner, James sat behind his desk and emptied his briefcase, scattering books with colorful covers all over the table. They were all books he had ordered online. James furrowed his b
Soon, the sound of a car starting echoed from the yard as Andrew slowly drove away from the Thompson residence. Inside the mansion, an unusual silence fell. Diana let out a soft sigh and quickly made her way upstairs to James's study room. Opening the door, she found James sitting on the nearby sofa, his expression tense and somewhat grim. Upon seeing her, James raised his gaze slightly. "Andrew left?" he asked. "He did," Diana furrowed her brows slightly. "Dad, Andrew came all this way, and you managed to drive him away again. It's been so long, can't you just have a decent conversation with him?" "How did I not have a decent conversation? That brat clearly can't take a hint. He infuriates me!" James replied sharply. Diana was a bit speechless. She always thought her dad was a bit old-fashioned but ultimately kind-hearted and understanding. But on this matter, wasn't he being unreasonable? Just as she was about to speak, she noticed t
Wesley: ... How did she figure that out? Is it so obvious on my face? Wesley's expression shifted slightly, and he coughed lightly, "You're overthinking it. I don't have that intention." "Then why are you waiting by my door?" Wesley: ... "Which eye did you see me waiting for you with? I'm here because I got the wrong room. I'm leaving now!" Wesley was infuriated. Every time he tried to help her, he ended up getting angry. She was impossible to deal with. But the thought of her, a newcomer without any connections, being targeted by Amelia like that, made him feel uneasy. Wesley hesitated for a moment, then resignedly walked back. "You can't handle Amelia. I'll help you." At his words, Leah's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she looked at him, suddenly smiling. "You want to help me?" "Yeah." "Hmm," Leah chuckled mischievously, "So, you do have a thing for me." "Are you crazy? Wh
"How so?" "It's hard to describe. He seems quite mysterious, not like the person I remember. It's like there's a desire to get to know him." Diana put on her coat. "Where are you?" "Huh?" "I'm free right now, I'll come over and help you out." ... Diana hopped into her car and drove for an hour until she reached the restaurant Jenny had mentioned. It wasn't in the heart of the city but nestled deep within an old alleyway. At the end of the alley, there was a hidden gem, and the scenery suddenly opened up before her eyes. It was an exquisitely designed restaurant. In front of the restaurant was a large lake with a semi-circular arched bridge spanning across it. Fat koi fish swam gracefully in the emerald waters, adding a picturesque touch to the scene. Upon entering, Diana followed Jenny's instructions and went upstairs. Each table in the restaurant was separated by intricately carved wooden screens. There weren't many pe
Seeing Diana inside, Marlowe paused. That woman... Have they met before? Was Yosef just with her? Marlowe furrowed his brow, casting a displeased glance at Diana before briskly descending the stairs. As soon as Yosef's figure disappeared from view, Diana emerged, holding a spoon, her emotions complex. "Big sis." A voice suddenly pierced the air behind her, startling Diana. "Whoa... didn't expect to find you here." Diana gave the girl before her a wry expression. "Jenny, what are you doing lurking around?" "Big sis, are you... having an affair?" "What nonsense is that?" "I just saw it moments ago." Jenny wore a grave expression. That man, dressed in a suit with an air of sophistication, had spent quite some time chatting with her big sis in the small room. Why couldn't they talk outside? Why here? Diana rolled her eyes in exasperation. "What are you thinking? I have
Inside the room, James and Tony were engrossed in a game of chess when they suddenly heard rustling sounds outside the door. James froze for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of guilty. "Is Andrew back?" "I'll go check," Tony said, rising from his seat. As he moved, his leg accidentally knocked over the nearby chessboard with a loud crash. "Oh!" Tony exclaimed as he stepped on some chess pieces, slipping and falling forward with a loud thud. A moment later, Andrew, hearing the noise from outside, paused briefly before swiftly tucking the box he was carrying under his arm and quickly unlocking the door. He entered the room to find Tony on the floor, clutching his knee in pain, while James stood nearby, looking somewhat flustered. The chessboard lay scattered on the floor, pieces strewn everywhere, creating a mess. Andrew hesitated for a moment, taking in the scene, his expression shifting from confusion to mild annoyance. James al
Nurse: ... She had grown accustomed to this. Without waiting for the comer to speak, she went straight to the point: "The late-night snack you brought, I'll take care of it for you. Dr. Jephson went to pick up an emergency patient and will be back shortly. If you want to wait for her, you can go to her office." With that, she extended her hand towards him. Ben: ... He silently handed over the insulated food container. "Thanks." The nurse nodded. Ben turned away, preparing to head to Liora's office. Suddenly, he saw the elevator doors open, and several medical staff wheeled out a patient. Even though they were all dressed in white coats and masks, Liora stood out. Ben spotted her immediately. "Dr. Jephson..." "We'll talk later!" Liora also noticed him, briskly tossing out the words before pushing the patient quickly into the emergency room. Ben stood there, momentarily stun