Melanie bit her lip as her expression shifted.While she hated Heather, she had to admit that what Heather said made sense."Ms. Sutton is very smart. If we do as she said, Greg would get dragged into the mud along with the Huntingtons.""Then, we simply have to turn them against each other or get him involved with the Huntingtons' affairs. Either plan won't be completely impossible."As they discussed, the way they looked at Heather was no longer full of disdain or indifference.Tyrone raised his eyebrow. It was only natural for his woman to be smart."Mr. Elkin, allow me to arrange for my people to get on this," Caleb said."Don't let anyone suspect anything," Tyrone said."Understood." "Alright, leave your files with me and you're all dismissed," Tyrone said.They all put their files on the table and left.Melanie was the last one to leave. Before she closed the door, she turned and looked inside the office.She saw Tyrone holding Heather's neck and forcing her to raise
Heather suddenly remembered something and raised her head to look at him. A hint of mixed feelings flickered in her eyes."You want to continue?" Tyrone asked as he raised his eyebrow.Heather bit her lip. "No, there's something I want to ask you. You've already decided to have your people expose all that evidence, right?'He wasn't surprised at all when she explained her plans. It was obvious he had already made the decision."Yeah," Tyrone answered softly.It was just as she had thought. She thought she made a fine analysis and gave Tyrone a hand, but the truth was, he didn't need her at all.Heather was feeling a little sad."You're getting upset?"Tyrone raised her chin, as if he was playing with a pet cat.Heather forced a smile and said, "It's nothing.""Heather, I don't like it when you lie." Tyrone frowned with displeasure.He liked to see her smile and didn't like to see her force a smile.Heather bit her lip, a mixed feeling in her eyes. "Tyrone, I feel like I can
Heather's heart was racing as her breathing became rapid. She bit her lip and said nothing."Make me happy."Tyrone's voice was overbearing.Heather's face turned red as she said, "Stop it. Someone might come in and look for you."Tyrone continued to seduce her and said, "Make me happy and I'll give you something good. Do you want it?"Heather was stunned. She looked at his expression, and it didn't look like he was joking. She was getting a little curious. "What do you mean?""You'll know once you make me happy," Tyrone said in a mysterious manner."You're not going to buy me something expensive again, are you?"Something like a villa or an antique.Tyrone said nothing. It was obvious he didn't want to tell her.Heather wanted to ignore his sudden mischief, but it was also true that he had piqued her interest. Her lips curled into a sweet smile."But this is not a suitable place. Maybe we can do it tonight? Why don't you tell me about it first?" she said.Tyrone glanced
"I didn't mean it that way. I just thought, since we'd need them eventually, I might as well buy more now," Heather explained. The boxes were plentiful, and using them all in one day would be impossible. "That's very thoughtful of you," Tyrone remarked. He picked up a box from the pile, his voice taking on a husky tone. "So, you like to keep things exciting, huh?" "Exciting?" Heather asked, puzzled. She glanced at the box he was holding, and as soon as she read the label, her face turned bright red. "That wasn't me! The salesperson picked those out, not me... I swear!" Tyrone raised an eyebrow, looking unconvinced. He picked up a few more boxes, amusement clear in his voice. "These have quite a variety of features." Only then did Heather notice the different labels on each box—"Cooling Sensation", "Ribbed", and "Strawberry-flavored". She felt mortified, wondering what on earth these were. Tyrone's hand slid to her waist, his touch warm through the fabric. His dark ey
Seeing that Heather had finally remembered, Tyrone chuckled softly. "Weren't you exhausted just a moment ago? Why the sudden burst of energy?" he inquired. "Tell me!" Heather demanded. She had endured so much, her back nearly breaking from the strain. She hoped Tyrone wasn't leading her on. Tyrone didn't keep her in suspense. "The Huntington family owns several successful businesses, and their companies are well-regarded in the industry." "Are you planning to take over these companies?" she asked. It was clear he had a reason for bringing this up. "My people are secretly acquiring shares in the Huntington family. They're holding a board meeting tomorrow. Would you like to represent the company?" "I can go?" "Of course, if you want to," Tyrone responded, affectionately pinching her nose. "I want to!" Heather exclaimed. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck. Her radiant smile made her already stunning face even more ench
Heather bit her lip and stayed silent. Tyrone looked at her for a moment, the curve of his lips deepening slightly. He then gently pinched her cheek with his fingers. "Caleb brought these clothes when he delivered breakfast," he said. "You don't like me, yet you want to claim me as yours. Where's the fairness in that?" Heather wouldn't agree to carry his child, yet she got jealous over the smallest things. This both annoyed Tyrone and made him happy. Only she could make him feel such conflicting emotions. Heather was taken aback at his words. She glanced at the clothes, finally noticing the tags still attached. Realizing they were all brand new, she felt a wave of awkwardness. "Time's running out. I'll go change," she said dismissively, grabbing a random outfit from the closet and heading toward the bathroom. Tyrone reached out and took the clothes she'd picked, his expression unreadable. "I'll help you change." "No, I can do it myself," she responded. "Then don't
For over 20 years, the ever-imposing Tyrone had never once considered a question like this—how to court a woman. But now, he had to make sure Heather's thoughts were full of him as quickly as possible. Caleb was stunned. So the serious look on Tyrone's face earlier had nothing to do with the Huntington family. He was thinking about how to make Heather fall in love with him. Though exasperated, he answered seriously, "Well, to win a girl over, you should show concern for her, take care of her, give her flowers, take her shopping for bags and pretty clothes, or maybe buy her some skincare products. Girls love those things." "Do girls really love those things?" Tyrone mused. It wasn't as if he hadn't shown Heather concern or taken care of her. Every month, her closet was stocked with the latest handbags and jewelry, yet she never seemed too impressed. Whenever they went shopping, she would only buy a Jellycat soft toy. Deciding Caleb's suggestions were useless, Tyrone scoffed
Meanwhile, in the Huntington Group's conference room, Heather suddenly sneezed, rubbing her small nose. "Ms. Sutton, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Isaac, seated beside her, asked with concern. "I'm fine," she replied with a smile. The vast conference room was quiet, the only sounds coming from them. The atmosphere was tense. Heather looked up, her clear eyes scanning the room, taking in the shareholders' somber faces. Her gaze then settled on Winnie, who was seated at the head of the table. She was glaring at Heather, her eyes full of venom. Breaking the silence, Heather commented, "Ms. Elkin, it's been five minutes. Are we not starting the meeting?" Winnie's eyes narrowed in anger as she spat out, "How did you get your hands on Huntington Group's shares?" Isaac cut in, his tone steady, "How Ms. Sutton obtained the shares isn't the issue. What matters is that she's now the Vice President of Zenith Corporation. You've all seen the stock cert