"Don't mind me! In your heart, there's only Heather. Why would you care whether I live or die? Just let her beat me to death! Oh God, the son I worked so hard to raise turned out to be an ungrateful man... All these years of suffering, I did it all for you. No one cares about me. You've been bewitched by Heather, and now you don't want your wife or your mother... Oh God, what's the point of me living anymore..."Evelyn was overly emotional and looked as if she might faint. It was becoming more chaotic. Craig, without a word, picked her up and took her back to her hospital room, calling for nurses.Doctors and nurses rushed in and surrounded the bed. Craig walked out of the room, leaning wearily against the corridor wall.Selena walked over and showed him her face that was marked with fingerprints. She was crying as she said, "Craig, you don't believe Heather hit your mother, but you can see the marks on my face. Can you now believe that I'm telling the truth?"Craig lowered his han
Heather stepped into the dining area inside Mulberry Lounge. Unsure which private room Tyrone was in, she pulled out her phone to call him just as a group of waitresses passed by. "Did you see Regina fawning over Mr. Elkin? She couldn't take her eyes off him!" one of the waitresses exclaimed. "She's probably his latest fling. Didn't he bring someone else here before? These rich guys sure love actresses." The group continued gossiping as they walked away, leaving Heather frowning at their retreating figures."Ms. Sutton, you're here." Just then, Caleb came down the hallway holding a glass. He spotted Heather and quickly approached, his handsome face slightly flushed with a hint of alcohol. "Mr. Elkin is in room seven. He had a bit too much to drink. Could you please take this honey water to him?"You know how his stomach is. Please make sure he drinks it." Heather frowned. "He's drunk?" "He had a business lunch and overdid it," Caleb explained. Pursing her lips toge
Tyrone leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to Heather's lips, the scent of alcohol lingering on his breath. Heather turned away to avoid his lips, her soft voice turning cold. "Let go of me!" "Shall we head home or back to the office?" He didn't catch the change in her tone, mistaking her reaction for shyness. He nuzzled his forehead against her neck affectionately. He wanted her, and while no one would dare interrupt them here, Heather had no intention of letting things go further here. He'd have to wait until they were back. "I said, let go of me!" Her voice was cold, each word clipped and firm. Only then did Tyrone sense something was wrong. He looked at Heather, who was beneath him, and noticed her stoic expression. He pinched her cheeks. "Are you mad?" Heather shoved him hard. Unguarded, Tyrone was pushed back and his tall body landed on the floor with a thud. He lay sprawled on the floor, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder from crashing into the coffee
Heather wondered if Tyrone thought she was a fool. She had brushed off the gossip about him and Regina earlier, but seeing the lipstick stain on his shirt left her feeling truly disappointed. Tyrone pulled her tightly into his arms, examining the shade of her lipstick, which was clearly different from the one on his shirt.Frowning, he said, "Listen to me, okay?" "I don't want to hear it!"The thought of him cuddling with another woman and then turning around to flirt with her made Heather feel repulsed. She struggled to free herself, but Tyrone swiftly scooped her up, sat down on the couch, and pinned her legs between his, holding her wrists firmly. Heather glared at him with reddened eyes, unable to move. Even in anger, there was an allure about her that he found hard to resist. Tyrone held back his urge to kiss her and gazed at her intently."I don't have another woman. During a lunch meeting, someone made a toast, and maybe that's when the mark got on me. "I didn't n
Tyrone couldn't stay serious for long, and Heather didn't want to engage with him. He held her in his arms on the couch while he called Caleb to arrange food and clean clothes. Soon, the waiter delivered a spread of exquisite dishes, filling the large dining table with Heather's favorite foods."Mr. Elkin, here are your clothes," Caleb said, placing the bag on the couch. "The other board members are still waiting for you to return. You…""Can't you see I'm busy? Just come up with an excuse to send them away. Do I really have to teach you how to handle this?" Tyrone's impatience was evident. "Yes, Mr. Elkin," Caleb replied, glancing helplessly at the table full of food before turning to leave. The serious business he mentioned was just having lunch with Heather. Caleb knew that whenever Heather was around, Tyrone lost himself in her beauty—no, it was about relaxing. … Feeling hungry, Heather picked up her spoon and started eating. Tyrone stood up, removed his suit jack
"Are you still jealous over that woman? I already explained everything to you," Tyrone said. He knew exactly what Heather meant but chose not to acknowledge it. The sky outside suddenly darkened, as if a storm were brewing, and the light in the room dimmed, dispelling the warm, intimate atmosphere that had filled the space just moments before. Heather didn't want to play games. "The Simpson Group you mentioned earlier—is it the same Simpson family?" She knew Tyrone had always disliked Craig, but she didn't expect him to target the Simpsons. Just hearing Craig's name irritated Tyrone, and his tone turned icy. "Are you planning to argue with me over your ex-boyfriend?" He didn't give a direct answer, but they both knew the truth. "Why are you going after them?" she asked. "Business competition." That excuse was too flimsy. Heather didn't believe him. "Is it really business competition, or is it because of what happened between me and Craig? Are you still bothered by i
Tyrone and Hector had few interactions with each other. However, Hector was not a nobody, and they were both from the same social circle. That was why they still needed to maintain some courtesy with each other.Once Heather's figure could no longer be seen in the corridor, there was a hint of seriousness on Hector's handsome face. "That's your brother's girlfriend, isn't she? Can you please introduce me to her? I wish to speak to her."Hector had already run a background check on Heather during this short time. However, he only managed to find out she was Greg's girlfriend, and that she was a screenwriter. He also found some photos, that was all.Heather resembled Hector's aunt in the photos, and he had a feeling that Heather might be his aunt's daughter."You're interested in my woman?" Tyrone asked.Hector remained silent as he quickly realized the hostility in Tyrone's cold tone. Even his usually brilliant mind froze a little when he heard Tyrone describing her as "his woman".
"Stop teasing me, honey!"A woman's exaggeratedly girly voice came from inside the stall, and both Selena and Vivian had goosebumps from hearing it.What it sounded like to Selena and Vivian was that the owner of the phone didn't hang up, but she picked up the call and was listening to the person from the other side instead.Selena sighed in relief. However, there was someone else in the washroom, so they couldn't continue their conversation there anymore.She gave Vivian a look and the two of them headed to the door together."Alright!"In the bathroom stall, Heather continued with her act as she held her phone with one hand while tightening her other hand on her throat.She listened to the footsteps outside carefully. She then quietly opened the stall and peeked outside from the gap. She immediately saw a familiar figure heading to the door.It was Selena.So, Selena made such a huge lie so that she could avoid being imprisoned. She never was pregnant.Heather had been dece