Reilly has already suffered enough frombullying since his childhood. Who on earth bullied this pitiful young man to that extent? Miranda was busy purging the war on her mind when she heard a set of footsteps drawing near. She immediately wiped off her gloomy expression and smiled at Reilly, looking cozy after a bath. She pulled him down and had him sitbeside her. Looking at him sternly, Miranda held his hand within her palms and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter? Who made you walk in the rain?" "No, it's nothing," Reilly headstronglydenied her assumptions. "I just took advantage of the holiday andvisited the city. I didn't tell you because I don't want to trouble you. I'm sorry if I made you won't he lied.” Reilly thought he could pass it like that, but in the few years that they have spent together, Miranda could tell at a glance whether he was lying or not. “Did something happen at home?" shecalmly probed. Reilly suddenly fell silent. His eyebrowstwitched while his free
"Go away! What are you doing trespassing on our house in broad daylight? How bold can you get, you bastard! Don't you fear the law?"Reilly spat at Dywane in disgust. "Law? Kid, I am the fucking law" Dwayne gloated. Reilly clenched his fist and was ready tolunge at him when Kate desperately heldhim at bay. "Reilly, Reilly !" Kate called out. "Whydid you come back? Go! Hurry and run!" she anxiously pleaded. "Yo! Your son just got back. Why are youtelling him to leave" Dwayne sneered. "He came back just in time. Hey, kid. Didn't you borrow money from your sister in the capital? C'mon! I'm in a good mood today. If you hand over the money, maybe I can let your father live for a few more days!" Dwayne maniacally laughed. “Don't toy with my son, Dwayne! I won't forgive you!" Clinton coughed, he could barely breathe from his broken nose and swollen face. Dwayne had beaten him so badly that he might be just one step away before nearing death's door. Kate's ear-shattering scream go
Thus, she believed that if she stoppedwanting anything. she wouldn't lose anything. The road was shrouded in a thin fog, andMiranda could vaguely see the silhouette of someone leaning against a car ahead of her. She then saw a familiar black Maybach and a familiar tall man figure under the burning sunset the figure emerged from the fog like a ray of dazzling sunshine that illuminated her world. “Isaiah...?” “is it over ?” The man asked. Isaiah hadbeen standing there for quite some time. A pile of cigarette buts lay beside his feet and his body smelled faintly of tobacco. Miranda stood there dumbfounded: thetoughness she pretended to have vanished the moment she saw Isaiah. She felt weak but she was determined notto lose the person in front of her. He was the one She could rely on. “Well, it's already taken care of!" Miranda tried her hardest to maintain a normal tone. "Didn't I tell you that I would go look for you when I returned? Why did you come here? It's such a long wa
Immediately after he came back from City Bronze, Isaiah immediatelycalled Jake over. His younger brother runsanother company specializing in the covertinvestigation and always yields excellentresults. Isaiah had faith that Jake couldbring him the information that he wanted. When Jake arrived, Isaiah briefed him onthe matter and asked him to find out theman's identity from five years ago. ........ A few days later, Jake was still holed-upinside the study room of his villa, gettingdizzy analyzing and sorting out variousdocuments related to the incident five years ago. There wasn't much evidence left of thatnight, but after their relentless investigation, they were able to connect multiple suspects to the case. He has been screening data after data until he could enough gist leading to an event that happened. Miranda went to room 307hoping to meet with Lucas that night. Butbased on his findings, Miranda unexpectedly entered a different room. Instead of room 307, she end
Isaiah didn't know how long he had stayed in the study, but the sunlight was almost out when he abruptly stood and put on his coat, swiped the car keys, and headed out. "Are you heading out, Sir?" a maid asked. "Prepare the car. I'm going to pick upBrian." "Understood!" the maid replied and quickly left. At Brian's school, the entrance was quitelively, with countless students coming outone after another, leaving with their parents. Isaiah leaned against the car door, looking rugged, contrary to his usual meticulous appearance. He fished a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette to calm the massive raging vortex in his mind. He watched the children go by, waiting forBrian to come around. Shortly after, a familiar little figure appeared at the school's gate. Brian walked out, head down with both hands clutching the straps of the small school bag on his back. He expected theirhousekeeper to pick him up as usualHowever, when he looked up, he saw afamiliar car and recogni
The night went by, and the sun rose on aSaturday morning the following day. Miranda and Brian had a blast the entire afternoon and crashed on their bed from exhaustion after dinner Sleep immediately took their consciousness away when their heads lay on their pillows. Isaiah sat beside them on the edge of thebed and watched them sleeping soundly with warm affection in his eyes. He leaned over and planted kisses onBrian's and Miranda's foreheads. His thumb gently brushed Miranda's lips, adoring her sleeping visage he softly traced her eyebrows to her eyelids and cheek. Isaiah glanced at her stomach anddrowned in his thoughts as he caressed it. He had no aspirations in this life until he met Miranda. Marriage, family, and children used to be meaningless in his eye but after Miranda was in his heart, the things he usually values less became significant. Isaiah's heart was overflown withinexplicable emotions and delight, thinking that this woman he loved dearly gave birth to a chi
"Why are you still awake?” Miranda nestled into Isaiah's arms with a sense ofbelongingness. “I missed you and daydreamed about you”he whispered. Miranda looked at the man of her dreams with a heart filled with sweetness. Butterflies ran amok in her stomach when she heard him say he had been dreaming about her and now lying beside her. Her eyes sparkling with stars seemedtempting to Isaiah, and he could feel hisblood begins to boil over passion. Miranda nestled closer to him and playfully asked, "How did I look in your dream? Did you dream of me with clothes on or? " Then, Isaiah's eyes clouded with desire ina flash and he shut her mouth withvery passionate kisses. Miranda felt a little ticklish when Isaiah'skisses traveled down her lips to her neck and giggled. “Its tickles” she protested Isaiah nibbled at her clavicle in betweenhis kisses. Miranda moaned at his lips and his tongue touching her skin seductively. Isaiah's heart warmed as he looked into Miranda's eyes a
At this moment, the whispers of otherartists kept filling Maya's ears. "Maya once said that an actor must speakwith their acting ability!” “That's correct. She didn't win anything, so she shouldn't have anything to say, right?" "Yes! She isn't as talented as Miranda. I'm not sure where she gets her sense of superiority, given her lame appearance and acting skills. But with Miranda's abilities, she will have no trouble finding someone richer and more powerful than Lucas Grant!" Maya's body felt like it was on fire afterhearing these irritating words directed at her. She even tried to cover her ears, but it didn't work. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! Miranda is a lowly county girl and I am the noble lady of the Quentin family. How could they compare me to her?” She never imagined herself working in the entertainment industry in the future Miranda realized that as long as she was with Miranda, she would be inferior to her. Her jealousy would most likely consume her.'No! I will nev