"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
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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
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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
Frank's face turned red, "That was so long ago, and you remember it so clearly." "Of course, you cried so miserably, it left a deep impression." Jenny looked at him seriously. "Frank, I remember everything about you. Do you remember when you were twelve, you fell into the stable and got covered in horse manure..." Frank's face turned as black as a pot. "Do I have no decent image in your mind?" "You've always been great in my eyes." Jenny's cheeks turned slightly red. She pointed at her own finger. "No matter what, you're very, very handsome, with a unique charm. Every time you show up, you shine like a star, dazzling~" Frank felt a bit floaty from her praise. Every time his mom criticized his clothes for being like a moving glow stick. But turns out, there's still someone who appreciates him. Frank's mood lifted, and he was about to speak when suddenly Jenny's phone rang. Jenny pulled out her pho
Charlotte felt nothing but frustration and anger. She spoke through clenched teeth, "I refuse to accept it, Dad, I really refuse..." Charlotte had been proud for over twenty years. Yet every encounter with Diana ended in complete defeat. Even John... Even John was lost to her completely. "You refuse to accept it, and so do I." Christopher suddenly said, "Wallace Wentworth has been blocking me for years. Although I've been the CEO for these years, I had no dignity. But now, look at me, haven't I broken through?" Charlotte looked at him, puzzled. "Dad?" Christopher patted her shoulder. "Charlotte, some things need careful planning. You're smart enough to know what to do." He smiled, "For now, let's focus on handling the company's affairs together. At tomorrow's shareholders' meeting, I will officially take over the shares from your grandfather's hands. Then, I'll replace your grandfather as the chairman."
The position of chairman was inevitably Christopher Patel's. Everyone had recognized and accepted this situation. Except for a few elders who had always been loyal to Wallace. Stan sat in his chair, arms crossed, a furrowed brow betraying his worries. Glancing at the clock, he grew impatient. "Didn't Christopher say the meeting was at nine? Why hasn't he shown up yet?" he muttered. As if in response to his words, the office door swung open, and Christopher entered with a few people, wearing a genial smile. "Sorry for the delay, everyone," Christopher said smoothly as he took his seat at the head of the table. Beside him sat Charlotte and Lora. "Allow me to introduce my daughter, Charlotte, the renowned designer behind 'Athena' fashion brand," Christopher announced, his pride evident. "And this is Lora, my father-in-law's only daughter and my beloved wife. As per legal arrangements, her father's shares will soon be trans