"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
A group protected John, dodging the onslaught. Ethan nervously said, "Boss, it's too dangerous. You should leave first, we'll go save Ms. Thompson!" John didn't respond. After a moment, he reached out to Xavier. Taking a silver gun from his hand. "Keep going." With that, he strode forward, leading the way towards the direction of the press room. The others had no choice but to follow. Meanwhile, Diana watched as the group of outlaws closed in, facing the appearing bodyguards and opening fire. Soon, a group of bodyguards not far away fell in unison, the ground stained with a layer of crimson. Seeing the blood, the group seemed especially excited, shouting wildly. Diana watched all of this, her brow furrowed. Their marksmanship was precise, and they wielded heavy weapons, definitely not ordinary thugs. Diana quickly scanned the area. Eleven people. She and Misoup, al
"Let's talk." Yosef said. Rarely did they have such moments alone, and the atmosphere seemed relatively calm. "What do you want to talk about?" Diana asked. What to talk about? Yosef thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Do you like playing guitar and singing?" Diana:... "Not really." "Why?" "Because I'm a terrible singer." At this, Yosef actually laughed. "Funny, I am too. So, does that mean we're meant to be?" Diana couldn't help but roll her eyes internally. "Seriously, no need for cheesy pick-up lines." "I'm serious." Diana:... She found herself constantly at a loss for words with this man. She shifted uncomfortably. Something didn't feel right. "What's wrong with your face?" she heard Yosef suddenly say. Then, the man stood up abruptly and walked towards her. Frowning, Diana said, "I'm fine, don't come any closer." But Yose
"Crap! I'm gonna take them down!" Adams grabbed the machine gun, ready to open fire, but then he sensed something was off. He slowly turned around, only to be met with the barrel of a gun, pitch black against the shadows. A man holding a silver pistol stood above him, his face as grim as death. At that moment, his piercing gaze locked onto Adams's face. Adams was taken aback. He was about to signal his comrades to act quickly when suddenly, there were screams from beside him. Several men had thin blades pressed against their necks. The remaining brown-haired man and a burly fellow with bare arms both had blades dangerously close to their throats. Mitbahl grinned maliciously. "Don't move, or you'll be dead." All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The men stood frozen, like puppets, not daring to make a move. Adams's eyes trembled as he faced the icy man before him, feeling an
Bang! Before Mitbahl could kick Kirin, a dark shadow moved astonishingly fast, suddenly guarding Kirin and meeting Mitbahl's attack with a punch. Mitbahl was shaken back, taking a few steps back. Godber slowly retracted his fist, standing in front of the group, with a startlingly dangerous aura in his eyes. But in just a moment, the danger in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a lazy demeanor. "What's the problem? Let's talk it out. All this fighting is a bit rough, isn't it~" Mitbahl rubbed his numb leg, his face falling. He immediately ran into Xavier's arms. "Honey, he hit me! Waaah, help me get revenge~" Xavier skillfully slapped him aside. John spoke in a cool tone, "Where is she?" "Boss," Misoup lowered her head slightly, "Madam should be trapped in the underground passage right now. It's my fault for not protecting her well enough, and I'm willing to accept punishment." Underground p
Sure enough, there was an entrance. He jumped in. The space inside wasn't large. Upon descending, he saw a figure lying on the ground, a black suit covering his face. Motionless. Godber frowned. Could he really be dead? He called out, "Mr. Nelson?" After a few seconds, came a weak response. "Hmm." Godber felt a slight relief. Thankfully, he was still alive, albeit barely. He sighed inwardly. While John was up there playing tough, Mr. Nelson was lying here like a dead dog. Why was there such a stark difference between people? "What are you thinking?" a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Godber turned his head and saw that Yosef had removed his suit jacket, revealing his excessively pale face. His eyes, dark and piercing, bore into Godber's. Sharp and penetrating, as if he could see right through him. Godber suddenly felt a pang of guilt
Their emotions were a mix of excitement and apprehension. As John's slender fingers gently caressed her abdomen, Diana met his gaze, noticing a myriad of emotions swirling within—initial disbelief, followed by joy, and now, a layer of concern. "What's wrong?" Diana reached out, resting her hand on his. "John, you don't seem as thrilled as I imagined," she observed. "It's not that. I'm just... overwhelmingly surprised," John confessed, taking her hand in his. "Come on, let's see a doctor." He took a few steps before pausing, then bent down to lift Diana into his arms once again, cutting off any protest she might have had. "Don't move," he instructed firmly. Diana acquiesced. John had been protective even before her pregnancy; now, it seemed her feet wouldn't touch the ground anytime soon. Together, they sought out a doctor to confirm the pregnancy. John bombarded the doctor with questions, leaving Diana feeling rather bo
As Diana pondered, the door suddenly swung open, and John's tall figure appeared. His gaze fell on her phone, then softened. "Phone." "Huh?" Diana was a bit confused. But he walked over and took the phone from her hand. "It's heavy." Diana rolled her eyes. "Fine, then how about getting me a glass of water? I'm thirsty." John placed the phone aside and went to pour a glass of warm water. After checking the temperature, he handed it to her. Diana held the cup, her expression troubled. "John, how should I tell my dad and my brothers about the pregnancy? This news will surely catch them off guard." John replied calmly, "Don't worry about it. Leave it to me. Right now, you just need to focus on taking care of yourself. Eat well, drink well, and rest." Diana tilted her head, cutting him off, "I'm in a delicate condition now. Don't worry about anything. Just focus on taking care of yourself." Seeing her pouting and hel