Spotting Yosef, a smile instantly lit up Marlowe's face.
"Yosef!"
She called out and then swiftly pushed Kirin aside, saying, "Move!"
Marlowe hurried over to Yosef.
"Yosef, what was that noise just now? It was so jarring."
"Jarring?"
"Yeah, it sounded like someone was sawing right next to my ear, terribly unpleasant."
Yosef remained silent, a glint of something passing through his eyes.
Beside him, Godber stroked his chin.
Can't deny, that's quite an accurate description.
Seeing Yosef not responding, Marlowe continued, "How are you feeling? Patrick said you were resting."
"Nothing serious," Yosef replied flatly. "Do you need something?"
"Yes!" Marlowe looked at him expectantly. "Yosef, I'm participating in the finals of the New Talent Design Competition tomorrow. I've chosen two dresses, but I can't decide which one is better. Can you help me choose?"
Yosef remained indifferent. "
"It's not that." Marlowe furrowed her brows, thinking of Yosef's indifferent and aloof demeanor. She bit her lip, feeling a sense of helpless despair. She spoke slowly, "I remember a long time ago... he wasn't like this." Since she was young, Marlowe had often been in contact with Yosef. Back then, he wasn't like this. Although his expression was always calm, and he didn't speak much... Back then, he had warmth. One could even say he was gentle. But not like now. His light-colored pupils, deep as the sea. Even standing right in front of her, he felt unreachable. There seemed to be nothing in his eyes or heart, emanating an icy detachment. It even felt... Terrifying. Marlowe subconsciously clenched her lips. The assistant spoke softly, "Miss Marlowe, Mr. Nelson has accompanied you to Cloud City to participate in the design competition. He must have some regard for y
With Yosef's command, the driver had no choice but to press hard on the gas, driving alongside the Bentley, neither yielding to the other, both speeding forward. Cloud City's renowned art center bustled with activity as the afternoon unfolded, with a steady stream of elites and celebrities arriving at the entrance. Although the event primarily targeted relatively unknown newcomers, its prestige was undeniable. Many design maestros had risen to prominence through this competition, paving their way to success. Suddenly, two luxury cars careened through the streets, causing a stir as they screeched to a halt side by side at the venue's entrance. The high-speed collision sparked a cacophony of metal scraping against metal, accompanied by a shower of sparks. As the cars came to a stop, onlookers gradually regained their composure, assessing the situation and the damaged vehicles. Both were exquisitely expensive—a limited edition Maybach
Diana placed her phone back in her bag and left the bathroom, turning on the tap to wash her hands. As she finished washing, she was about to turn around when she heard a faint voice behind her. "Madam." Diana turned to see a cold-faced little girl. "Little Misoup?" Diana embraced Misoup, rubbing her head affectionately. "What are you doing here?" "The boss sent me to protect you. The investors behind this competition are the Nelsons. You need to be careful." The Nelsons? Diana paused for a moment. What a twist of fate. How did she get involved with that psycho again? "I understand. Let's head to the waiting room." Diana led Misoup towards the waiting room. As they reached the door, she opened it and stepped inside. There were six participants in the final, including her. Inside, three men and two women were already present. Diana's gaze swept over them, pa
Diana felt a warmth in her heart knowing that this was surely arranged by her man, John. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you," Diana replied graciously. "It's our pleasure. Please enjoy," the two said respectfully before stepping away. Once they were gone, the atmosphere in the room turned slightly awkward. Marlowe sat there, shrinking back, her face uncontrollably flushing. It couldn't be... These desserts were for Diana?! How was that possible?! A few coughs from the others in the room indicated their discomfort on Marlowe's behalf. The situation was beyond awkward... "Mmm, this cream is so fragrant and light, Misoup, you should try some," Diana remarked, enjoying herself. She picked up a piece of tiramisu and popped it into her mouth, then handed a macaron to Misoup. Then, gesturing to the others, she said, "Let's all enjoy these together. There's so much, I can't possibly finish
Charlotte twirled her pen absentmindedly, her gaze drifting casually towards the stage. "This should pretty much sum up the overall level of this competition," she thought. "No matter how good the Design Number Six is, it can't surpass what's already been shown." As the model gradually emerged under the spotlight, Charlotte suddenly felt a sense of unease. She sat up slightly, her eyes fixed on the model. With a beam of light shining down, everyone in the audience could see the garment adorning the model. It was a deep purple gown, crafted with overlapping layers. The inner layer was satin while the outer layer draped in a gradient of blue and purple chiffon. The combination of light and dark hues resembled ink strokes on canvas, creating a splendid yet subdued effect. On the skirt, subtle embroidery of floral motifs and fluttering blue butterflies adorned the fabric, emitting a hint of fragrance. The most daring aspect was a bold placement of a singl
Everyone was frozen in place, wide-eyed with fear, watching the handsome man emanating an aura of menace like a demon. Thud. Thud. Thud. All around, there were only the sounds of heads hitting the wall, becoming increasingly muffled. It wasn't until his henchmen could no longer utter a complete syllable that Yosef released his grip. As soon as he let go, Martinez collapsed like a broken puppet, falling limp to the ground. His head was a mess of blood and flesh, barely recognizable, gasping for air like a dying dog. Yosef didn't spare him a glance. Instead, he reached out to Patrick beside him. Patrick immediately produced a clean handkerchief. Taking it, Yosef slowly wiped the blood stains from his fingers. One by one, he cleaned them meticulously. "Mr. Nelson..." A voice of fear came from the side. Garcia hurried over, his heart pounding at the sight before him.
"I'm fine..." Marlowe replied, sinking into the sofa slowly, her mind replaying Yosef's demeanor, a sense of unease creeping in. Those desserts weren't prepared for her... How could it be? Marlowe's gaze shifted to Diana, who was lounging nearby, immediately dismissing the thought. No, it couldn't be her! Yosef's implication must have been that the desserts were for all the designers competing here, not just her. Yes, that must be it! Just then, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "The competition resumes..." Marlowe instinctively looked up. On the live screen in front of her, the judges were gradually taking their seats, their expressions somewhat complex. After more than ten minutes of the show, the competition finally got back on track. The judges, one by one, ascended the stage, their expressions a mix of seriousness and contemplation. Previously, there was an decision to favor contestant number three. Yet suddenly, at
Yosef entered the VIP room and threw his black coat aside before lying down on the black sofa in the center of the room. He placed his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. In that moment of darkness, Diana's image lingered in his mind - her graceful figure, enchanting eyes, and subtle smile. Her long legs hidden beneath her dress were incredibly enticing. He hadn't expected her to be so gentle, yet undeniably seductive. He desired her. Desperately. But... He didn't want her to despise him. So, he chose to leave. He feared that if he stayed any longer, he'd see nothing but other men in her eyes. He would... Lose control. Kirin stood guard at the door. After a while, he noticed a woman approaching slowly. "Hello, a Miss Thompson said she's in the reception room and wants to see Mr. Nelson." Kirin frowned, "Thompson? Are you sure?" "Yes, she said it through her a
At another table, Frank sat staring at Liam in his smart suit, his brow slightly furrowed."Hey, been causing trouble lately?"Liam rolled his eyes, displeased. "No.""What's with the haircut then? Going for the military look?""My mom made me." Liam sipped his champagne. "She thought my old hairstyle looked too thug-like for Uncle John's wedding, so she took matters into her own hands.""No worries, I think this look suits you."Beside him, Rose tilted her head, looking at him with adoration."You know what? I think any look suits you, I just really like you.""Cough~"Liam choked a bit.He cleared his throat, "Don't say such things in front of everyone.""Sure, sorry~" Rose nodded obediently.Frank thought to himself, Damn. Even my bro's nephew is showing off in front of me? Can't let this slide!He turned to Jenny with a mischievous grin."Jenny, do you think my hairstyle looks good
Upon arriving, she put her hands on her hips, adopting an accusatory posture."Look at this, I left for just a moment, and you're already being targeted by women. How can I ever feel safe letting you go out?"John's deep gaze slightly lowered. "And you?"Diana looked down at the Red Rose in her hand, feeling a bit guilty."Uh..." She reached out and presented the rose to John: "It's for you."John remained silent.Instead, the little baby in his arms stretched out a hand, grabbed the Red Rose, and then happily held it in her arms.Diana chuckled, pinching the little baby's soft cheek."Oh, our Tiger likes flowers~"The little baby stretched out her short arms toward Kevin, earnestly offering him the flower.The little baby handed the flower to him!Diana was astonished."My goodness, Tiger, you can't even speak and you're already trying to win over little boys?!"Truly her daughter!Kev
Kevin pulled on his turtle shell bag strap, seriously said: "I really have to go now, remember, my name is Kevin Nelson."Saying that, he turned his head and was ready to leave."Wait a moment."Kevin stopped in his tracks, turned his head, looked at him with a complex gaze.What...Did his brother remember something, or was he reluctant to part with him?Yosef picked up a Red Rose beside him."This, take it."Kevin was somewhat surprised: "Give it to me? But I'm a man, why would you give me a rose?""It's not for you."Yosef handed the flower to him, glanced at the distant girl, and said: "It's for her."Kevin: "...I just told you, my sister has a husband and a child, are you still not giving up?"Kevin thought: Oh, no! My brother may falls again in the same place after losing his memory!"What are you talking about." Yosef interrupted his thoughts: "I didn't think about pursuing her."
Kevin let himself be led by Yosef's hand, and they both sat on the swing in front of the flower shop.Once seated, the little kid beside Yosef didn't make a sound.He wore a bowl cut hairstyle, carried a big turtle shell backpack, and lowered his head, lost in thought.Yosef occasionally glanced over at him.After a while, he couldn't remind silence any more."You..."Hearing his voice, Kevin immediately turned his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked at him.Full of anticipation.Yosef slowly opened his mouth: "This outfit... who bought it for you?""My brother, what about it?""To be honest, your brother's taste isn't great." Looking at the little one's green onesie, Yosef slightly frowned, "Ugly."Kevin: ……This outfit was something Kevin had insisted on buying for his fifth birthday.He also bought a larger size for Yosef, as matching brother outfits.Although Yosef never wore it,
Hearing this, Kevin covered his mouth: "You mean... my brother's mind is damaged?"Godber corrected: "This is called mental issues.""Isn't that the same thing?"Godber: ...It seems so.Diana frowned. "Yosef lost his memory? With so many enemies, your situation should be unfavorable now, right?"Godber: "Mr. Nelson had already anticipated this. Before completely losing his memory, he divided the remaining power of the Nelson family into three parts, assigning them to the other three members of the Nelson family to keep each other in check, while he decided to retire due to health reasons."Kirin nodded. "So, currently, apart from us and Patrick, no one else in the Nelson family knows Mr. Nelson has lost his memory, thinking he's stepping down due to health reasons."Kevin asked: "Then where is my brother now?"Kirin glanced at Diana and John beside him, hesitating whether to speak.But then he heard John calmly say: "Gri
John's voice had a lazy, sexy edge."Sleep a bit more.""...Okay."Diana turned over, adjusting to a comfortable position, leaning into his embrace.Just as she was about to drift off, she felt the hand on her waist start to move along her curves.Wherever it touched, it ignited sparks.Diana's eyes flew open, and she turned her head.Behind her, John still had his eyes closed, his expression as calm as if he were asleep.But the hand under the covers was very much awake.This beast.Diana turned around and bit his Adam's apple.John frowned slightly, then opened his eyes.His deep gaze locked onto the girl in his arms.As if capturing prey, with a wild possessiveness.Diana knew that look well.It was the same look he gave her last night.She squinted. "Again?"His response was another wave of kisses....Diana became an overnight sensation without an
Reeves turned back and glared at Morse.Wanting to say something to retort against this guy.But he found... There was nothing to say...He looked at the cold and noble man beside Diana and felt an extremely complex mix of emotions.From the moment this man appeared, he knew he had lost.Lost utterly.John slightly lifted his eyes and swept them over Reeves holding roses.Facing the man's icy and profound gaze, Reeves felt somewhat nervous.Just as he thought John would question him, he saw John casually withdraw his gaze and look at the girl beside him."Do you like it?"Reeves: ... This man actually completely ignored me!Being ignored hurt Reeves' pride even more than being questioned!It meant that this man simply didn't regard Reeves as a threat!Unable to help himself, Reeves said."Are you Miss Thompson's fiancé?"Hearing this, Morse behind him covered his eyes with his ha
Hearing this, Frank approached her and whispered, "Big sis, think it through. This guy doesn't seem too smart; having him around might lower our overall standard.""Don't worry, if you can work well in the studio, so can he."Frank: ???Reeves beamed with joy: "Then, Miss Thompson, please accept my flowers first. When I join the Blue Rose Studio, we can get to know each other better.""I welcome you to Blue Rose as a designer, but I can't accept your flowers or feelings.""Why?""Because I already have someone I love."Reeves: ......He opened his mouth slightly, then his expression fell."Who is it?"Reeves scanned the group behind Diana one by one.A bunch of top-notch handsome guys and beautiful girls almost blinded him.This...Each one was very likely!Reeves had a complex expression on his face: "May I ask impertinently, the person you like, is it a man or a woman?"Diana:
Faced with the relentless questions from the reporters, Diana remained calm.She nodded."The name Blue Rose does hold a special meaning for me. As for Reeves, I'm not familiar with him; I have nothing to say.""Miss Thompson, you're so young and accomplished; how about your love life? Do you have a boyfriend?"Hearing this, Ben immediately stepped forward."This is Diana's privacy; we refuse to answer!"The reporters were taken aback for a moment.Everyone stared at Ben wearing a hat; suddenly, excitement surged: "Isn’t this Big Star Fly? Why did he suddenly appear here?"Someone seemed to realize something."Could it be that Fly and Thompson are a couple?!""You're talking nonsense! Diana is my biological sister; stop spouting rubbish here! And this is my girlfriend!"Saying that, Ben pulled Liora over and tightly grasped her hand."This is my girlfriend; Diana is my sister, got it?!"Hearin