Zander's POV Jessica's words had just fallen, and the surrounding murmurs ceased instantly, the area becoming eerily quiet. My outstretched hand dropped, knowing it was too late. My hand clenched into a tight fist. Moments ago, while I was discussing further collaboration with Jason, the owner of Glimmer Group, a banquet staff member informed me that my date, Tawny, had been bullied. As I walked, I listened to the outline of the incident and formed my judgment. Now, as Jessica pointed out the discrepancy between the wine stain on Tawny and the drink in her glass, I fully understood that Jessica wasn't the one behind this. Given my knowledge of Jessica, she wasn't the type to create such senseless drama. Observing Tawny's panicked yet desperately concealed expression, I instantly realized this was her own orchestration. I had no desire to help Tawny out of trouble. However, to the banquet attendees, she was my date, representing the Harrison Group. If this was exp
Zander's POV The misunderstanding between us seems to be growing larger. I really want to explain. But the issue with Johnny is like an insurmountable chasm, preventing me from making up my mind to fully win back Jessica's heart. I was in no mood to continue the banquet and was about to leave when I saw Jason, the CEO of Glimmer Group, approaching. "Mr. Harrison, shall we continue our previous discussion?" he said with a smile. I suppressed my annoyance and politely replied, "Jason, I'm sorry, but I'm a bit tired today. Let's discuss the collaboration maybe next time." Without waiting for his slightly disappointed expression, I turned and walked towards the main entrance. I couldn't help but look back into the banquet hall, where Jessica was gracefully conversing with other guests. Her smile was as beautiful and moving as ever, but it was no longer for me. A wave of bitterness washed over me. Once, her eyes held only me, and we were so happy and sweet together. N
Jessica's POV The business banquet returned to normal after the drama Tawny had caused. However, with Zander's departure, many guests found it boring and began to leave as well. Finally, Maxwell announced the end of the banquet. A wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over me. I followed Alvin out, dragging my heavy steps. Alvin seemed to notice my low spirits and suggested with concern, "Jessica, how about relaxing in a bar?" I forced a smile and waved my hand, saying, "No, I'd like to be alone for a bit." Back home, I went straight to the floor-to-ceiling window and stared blankly at the city shrouded in night. The neon lights flickered, unable to dispel the gloom in my heart. Involuntarily, I fell into memories. Zander's every move at the banquet constantly emerges in my mind. His indecisive attitude and repeated indulgence towards Tawny infuriated me. Yet, as my anger subsided, more of his expressions surfaced in my thoughts. His surprised gaze and the com
Jessica's POV I understood that Frank's words were a deliberate provocation. But the stubbornness and unwillingness to lose within me made me not consider retreating for a moment. I calmly accepted this seemingly impossible task. "No need to change, thank you, Frank. I will try." Isabella made snide remarks, "Frank, you shouldn't be too lenient. If she fails again, we really can't tolerate her anymore, or it would be unfair to others." Frank put on a pretentious expression and said, "I believe Jessica has the ability. We should give young people opportunities." I sneered inwardly. Their act of playing off each other was really poor. After the meeting, I returned to my desk and began to organize the materials. Not long after, Lillian from the same department came over and said: "Hi, I'm Lillian. I heard there is a newly opened café downstairs. Do you have time? Let's go get a cup together?" I was parachuted into Frank's department, and I only knew the faces and name
Jessica's POV My mood was already sour, and facing Isabella's noisy mockery, I suddenly didn't feel like enduring it anymore. As I stood up to retort, Lillian approached. She stood between us and said to Isabella, "We are all colleagues. Why are you always so aggressive? Can't you show a little basic respect to others?" "Ha!" Isabella, obviously not putting anyone in her eyes under Frank's protection, immediately turned her barbs towards Lillian. "Who do you think you are to meddle here? She's destined to fail and be swept out of the company. If you take her side now, you can look forward to being kicked out together!" "You can try to fire me once you're in a high position," I replied nonchalantly. "We'll see!" Isabella huffed, apparently finding it boring. She shot us a disdainful look, and left the office. I turned to Lillian and sighed, "Thank you for speaking up for me, but it's really not necessary. You might offend her." Lillian just laughed it off and handed m
Jessica's POV The atmosphere in the office was tense as I watched Frank and Isabella engage in their sordid display. I calmly took out the proposal letter with Bright Star from my bag and waved it in the air. With a smile, I said, "What about this proposal letter with Bright Star? They plan to feature our jewelry during the Christmas season." Frank and Isabella looked at the proposal letter in my hand, their faces turning extremely ugly in an instant. Their expressions were filled with disbelief. Everyone from the team gathered around, and in no time, the office was buzzing with discussions. "Bright Star? That's the largest shopping center currently, with no less than a hundred shopping buildings in Los Angeles!" one colleague exclaimed. Another colleague praised generously, "Wow, Jessica, you are really amazing!" Some expressed doubt in a low voice, "This can't be fake, right? She's only been here for a short time. How could she achieve this?" Lillian spoke up,
Jessica's POV Plagiarism? I deliberately frowned at Isabella, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I said this, but in my heart, I felt a sense of relief, as if the sword of Damocles hanging above my head had finally fallen. I had always thought Isabella and her crew would tamper with the production line or the promotional video. I didn't expect them to be waiting for me here. "Your pretense is useless now. Everyone should check X," Isabella said with a gloating tone. I opened my computer and found that there was already a trending topic on X, #AlphaCompanyChristmasCollectionPlagiarism. Upon checking, it was a personal designer named Terry who claimed that I had previously wanted to collaborate with him, but the collaboration didn't work out. Now he found that our newly launched Christmas Love Song had used his design ideas. He also attached an alleged sketch of his creative ideas. The entire office instantly erupted like a bomb had gone off, completely breakin
Zander's POV In the Harrison Group, the CEO's office. I was not working at my desk as usual. At that moment, I was restless, pacing back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, my hands clenching and relaxing unconsciously. Looking at the endless stream of cars outside the window, I couldn't calm my heart. I rarely have such restless moments. Jessica's situation was like a huge rock pressing on my heart, preventing me from focusing on work. I'm not sure about her current situation. I don't know if she will be hurt by this frame-up? I know her talent and efforts well and never believed she would do something like plagiarism. At that moment, my phone rang. I pressed answer immediately, but Serena's voice came from the other end. "Mr. Harrison, I... I feel rested now. Can I come back to work?" Serena said in a pleasing tone. "There's no rush, take some more time to rest," I said, hanging up without waiting for Serena to respond. She chose the wro
Jessica's POV"Do you think I can't afford clothes like her?" Sybil glanced at me, her expression daring the clerk to challenge her.The clerk, seeing Sybil seemed ready to ignite, didn't dare to ask further questions and went to the fitting room to tidy up the clothes and brought them out, held a pile of clothes that reached half her height.Sybil's face froze at the sight of the towering stack of clothes in the clerk's arms.At that moment, Genevieve, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, mimicked Sybil and Tawny's tone, "Oh dear, can't you afford these clothes?"I couldn't hold back any longer and let out a chuckle.Sybil's face turned gloomy, saying, "It's just a few pieces of clothing, who can't afford them?"Holding her credit card between two fingers, Sybil handed it to the clerk, saying, "Check them out for me."The clerk hurriedly began to tally up the cost of dozens of items. After the clerk finished ringing up the clothes, she smiled at Sybil and said, "Miss Wickers, the to
Jessica's POVExiting the heavy doors of the courthouse, sunlight bathed me, yet I felt no warmth.Zander stood there quietly, his figure slightly forlorn. His lips trembled, on the verge of speaking, a look that left a bitter taste in my heart.I stopped and asked softly, "Anything you want to say?" Zander just stood in silence, as if time had frozen. After a long while, he shook his head gently.I let out a faint, bitter smile, "You're still like this, always keeping things to yourself. But from now on, I might not have the chance to hear what you want to say."Zander opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, no words came out.I didn't linger and turned to leave. I got into a taxi and messaged my best friend, Genevieve. "Dear Miss Woods, I've divorced. Could you accompany me to clear my head?"The message was barely sent when her reply popped up on my screen, "What? You divorced? What did that jerk Zander do?! I mean, of course, where should we meet?"I was amused by
Jessica's POVI immediately pressed the answer button on my phone."Jessica, we've been monitoring Mr. Wyatt's indicators, and they've just shown abnormal fluctuations, triggering the alarm. We'll arrange for a comprehensive physical examination. Just in case, you should come back to the hospital," the attending physician's voice echoed over the phone.Hearing this, my heart instantly clenched."What do you mean? He was fine when I left. Is it a sudden deterioration?""We're not sure of the cause of these fluctuations, so we need to conduct tests. It's just that if other treatments are needed, family members can make decisions directly," the attending physician replied."Okay, I'm coming right back!" I hung up the phone hastily and turned to rush to the hospital.However, Zander grabbed my arm at that moment.His grip was like a vise, preventing me from moving."Where are you going? Didn't you say you wanted a divorce?" Zander said in a deep voice.I twisted my wrist, but I couldn't b
Jessica's POVI sat quietly outside Johnny's hospital door throughout the night, watching as the sky gradually lightened.As I began to feel the weariness, a voice suddenly spoke from behind."Ms. Riddle? Is that you?" I was startled and turned to find Ned.He must have been coming for his shift. I straightened my clothes and stood up, "Yes, let's go in together." "Ms. Riddle, have you been sitting outside for long? You could have asked Emmett and the others. They're on duty and could have let you in," Ned said.I shook my head slowly, not wanting to disturb others' rest, and I needed this solitude to sort out my chaotic thoughts.Ned didn't press further. He silently followed by my side, but I could see the confusion and a hint of concern in his eyes.As a subordinate trained in the family, this was a rule set when Justin was still the mafia boss. They were not to question the arrangements and commands of their superiors. Although the Riddle Group has successfully transitioned into a
Zander's POVSunlight streamed through the window, gradually pulling me from a chaotic slumber.My consciousness slowly gathered in my mind, and sensing the bothersome light, I opened my eyes to find that it was already daytime. The lingering dizziness and headache made me instantly realize that I must have been drugged yesterday.I sat up abruptly and looked around. The room was empty, with no sign of anyone else. Only my suit and shirt were neatly folded on the bedside table.At that moment, a slight noise came from outside the bedroom, as if someone was walking cautiously.I frowned, and a name flashed through my mind, Tawny.The image of her handing me that glass of water last night replayed in my mind like a movie. I pursed my lips, got out of bed, and quickly put on the shirt placed on the bedside table. Usually, when I'm extremely angry, I become unusually calm.I strode to the door, flung it open, and saw Tawny coming towards me with a tray in her hands. The tray was filled wi
Jessica's POVAnger, grievance, and disappointment, a tapestry of emotions intertwined. I felt I couldn't bear any more, so I turned and left the villa. It was unknown how much time had passed before I regained my senses. The cold night wind played with my long hair, and the dull ache in my head made me realize I had been walking alone for quite some time.I couldn't believe that Zander, that jerk, believed Tawny wasn't capable of harm. He wouldn't even deign to listen to what I had to say. Tawny's hypocritical face lingered in my mind. At the business dinner, when she falsely accused me of splashing wine on her, I thought she was just a woman who loved to stir up trouble. But now, I realized she was far more sinister than I imagined.Just like a moment ago, I knew her admission was meant to provoke me, yet under those circumstances, my emotions were still affected by her. I couldn't help but sigh, turned around, and walked back, as my car was still parked near the villa. Cars rushed
Zander's POVI fantasized alone in the dark during countless silent nights.When I finally lay bare the truth about Johnny to Jessica, about how he killed my father, I imagined her reactions.I envisioned her being devastated, possibly accusing me of false accusations with anger, but I never anticipated the reality to be such a heart-wrenching situation—she simply refused to believe the evidence before her eyes.She persistently tried to exonerate Johnny, going to great lengths to clear his name, which filled me with frustration and helplessness.This was the situation I least wanted to face.Our relationship had become charged because of this.I was determined to have a thorough conversation with Jessica, to lay out all the facts so she could no longer argue.However, Tawny's sudden appearance disrupted my freshly made decision like an unexpected storm.At that moment, the telephone rang abruptly, breaking the tense atmosphere.I glanced at the caller ID. It was Dwayne.I took a deep
Jessica's POVI never expected Tawny to show up here at this time. Although I had moved out of the villa, it still held years of shared memories with Zander. Moreover, Zander and I are still legally married. What did she think of me, showing up so boldly with a key?My gaze bore into Zander, my anger burning fiercely. I demanded harshly, "Why does she have a key to this place? You owe me an explanation!"Zander just pressed his lips tightly, silent. His face was clouded, seemingly still angry about our previous argument, unwilling to explain further."Tell me!" I pressed loudly.Tawny stepped forward at that moment, a sly glint in her eyes. Yet, she forced a smile on her face and feigned innocence, "Jessica, don't misunderstand. I just came to..."I didn't want to hear her nonsense and interrupted her, raising my voice, "Fine, then tell me, where did you get the key to my house?"Tawny's gaze flickered, stealing glances at Zander but remaining silent. I was disgusted by her pretentiou
Jessica's POVI glanced at the pillow in her arms, not daring to agitate her, and nodded, "Who's trying to take your child?"At that moment, the sound of high heels echoed in the hallway. Upon hearing this, Vilda shrank behind the curtain, trembling in fear, "She's here! She's come to take my child!"Before I could say anything more, a woman dressed as a doctor strode in imposing air. She looked at me rudely and said, "Vilda's condition is unstable, and she doesn't meet the criteria for visitors. Please leave."I glanced at the name badge on her chest, which seemed to read "Attending Physician." I asked, "You're the doctor?"She nodded and said, "I'm Vilda's attending physician, Dr. Tamara Dickinson."I put down the fruit basket and explained, "I'm her friend, and I'll leave after seeing her.""There's no need. Strangers will only exacerbate her condition. You should go," she replied.I frowned and said, "I'm her friend, not exactly a stranger. Do you refuse visits from her family for