Heather's phone vibrated, indicating a WhatsApp message from Lucy. Heather added her contact. Lucy had sent her a series of messages containing various styles of luxury women's clothing, from autumn to winter fashion. Following that were images of jewelry, shoes, and handbags. Heather's phone kept vibrating, making her hands go numb before it finally stopped. Lucy: "Ms. Sutton, are there any styles you like? Just tell me the number on the picture. If you don't like any of them, let me know your preferred style, and I'll get it for you."As one of Tyrone's employees, Lucy was very meticulous. Heather felt like she was the sugar baby of a wealthy man. There were so many choices that she wouldn't have time to work today if she were to go through them all. Heather wasn't in the mood to choose. She put away her phone and left the car to go upstairs. The whole morning passed without Heather having a chance to see Tyrone. As time passed, she felt a pressing feeling. She became
As Heather arrived at the door of the private room, she pushed it open with complex emotions, only to see a middle-aged man sitting inside. "Are you here to deliver the documents? Just give them to me," the man said. She didn't see Tyrone or Caleb as she looked around. She asked, "Who are you?" "Mr. Hall sent me to collect the documents. Just hand them over," the man replied. Heather felt uncomfortable with him. Something about him felt off. As she reached out to pass the documents, the man reached for them, but she suddenly withdrew her hand. The man hesitated, then impatiently asked, "What are you doing?" "Which department are you from? I've never seen you before." Heather scrutinized him.This was supposed to be a bidding event. Tyrone would be accompanied by executives from the relevant departments. She knew all the top executives at Elkin Group, but she had never seen this man before. The man paused, then mocked, "You're just a secretary. You don't matter. Have
"What do you have to say?" Tyrone's dark eyes pierced her. Heather said honestly, "If I told you that Anna framed me and I don't even know this man, would you believe me?" "Ms. Sutton, have you lost your mind? Even if you want to clear your name, framing me is ridiculous! Do you think everyone here is a fool?" Anna asserted aggressively. Tyrone narrowed his eyes. He suddenly reached out to grasp Heather's neck, his terrifying gaze fixed on her. "Ms. Sutton, how dare you betray me?" Heather frowned in pain as she felt the pressure on her neck and stared incredulously at Tyrone. She struggled to speak and choked out the words, "Don't you believe me?" She couldn't understand why. He knew she had the chance to poison him before, but she hadn't. Now, he believed Anna over her! "I didn't do this! It's her... She framed me." Heather struggled to speak coherently, her eyes filled with sorrow and disappointment. Yet, Tyrone's furious gaze remained unfazed. His face was chilling
Craig and Tyrone were about the same height, and they both had lean figures. So, at first glance, she mistook him for Tyrone. Maybe she had expected Tyrone to rescue her because he had saved her several times when she was in danger. Heather lowered her eyes. Tyrone thought she was a spy. He wouldn't even look at her, so why would he come back to save her? The man saw Craig's pressuring demeanor and left hastily. "Hattie, are you okay?" Craig turned around, crouched before Heather, and saw her hand covering her knee. Without waiting for her to speak, he reached out to lift her skirt to check her injury. "I'm fine." Heather pushed his hand away. Craig's outstretched hand froze mid-air, and a hint of complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Did she feel so disgusted by her touch? "Why are you here?" "I made a lunch appointment with you here." Craig withdrew his hand quietly. Heather was somewhat surprised and explained, "I didn't see your message." "Hattie, I saw what
After Ivy fired off a string of questions, Heather briefed her on what had happened that day. "So, Tyrone thinks you betrayed him? He doesn't trust you at all!" Ivy looked incredulous. Heather chuckled awkwardly. She had thought that there would be some level of trust between her and Tyrone after spending some time together. That day, she had realized one thing—Tyrone was only interested in her body. He would cheer her up and tease her, but there was no trust or distrust. Ivy paused. "Although Tyrone was a bit over the top, you were also at fault. "Think about it. In that situation, it's normal for him not to believe what you say, especially since that woman had made such thorough arrangements. You should explain things clearly to him." Heather shook her head. "Forget it. He wouldn't want to hear any explanation if he doesn't believe me."She had tried to explain in the private room, but Tyrone hadn't believed her. He hadn't even inquired about anything. There wasn't
Caleb stood by the desk and looked at Tyrone uncertainly. "Mr. Elkin, Ms. Sutton refused to come. She insists she isn't the spy." He paused and sighed. "I can tell Ms. Sutton is very angry and disappointed. Do you want to go and talk to her?" In fact, they both knew that Heather wasn't the spy. Tyrone had his reasons for doing what he had done, but no matter what, they had already come to this point. Tyrone paused mid-writing, frowned, and said, "Understood." Was that it? Even Caleb, who was usually the best at understanding Tyrone, couldn't grasp what he meant. Seeing Tyrone continue with his work, seemingly not planning to say anything else, Caleb didn't dare disturb him further and quietly left. Tyrone glanced at the documents. Heather had quite a temper; she had even refused to come back. It would make her more spoiled if he went to her. It would be better to wait for her to return to her senses.... That night, Heather slept restlessly. She had a dream. Documents we
At this moment, Heather looked like a model out of a movie. Craig paused briefly, his fair, handsome face flushed red. He averted his gaze awkwardly and looked at the wall beside him. "Hattie, aren't you going to invite me in?" Only then did Heather realize her inappropriate attire. She blushed with embarrassment and apologized, "Sorry, please wait a moment." She shut the doors and limped back to her room. She changed into a casual and loose-fitting sportswear outfit with a sweater and pants. She walked out of the room and looked thoughtfully at the closed door. After some time, she walked over and opened it. "I thought you wouldn't open the door." Craig stood in the hallway, his handsome face still slightly flushed, looking at her with a faint smile. Heather had considered not opening the door, but avoiding him wasn't an option since he had come knocking at her door. She stepped aside and invited him in. "Come in." Craig noticed her slightly awkward gait. Heather w
"I'll pass your remarks on to the owner the next time I see him and ask him to recreate the original dish." Craig smiled with a gentle twinkle in his eyes. It had been a while since they had eaten breakfast together. That day was the first time they'd had a peaceful exchange since his return. He couldn't imagine the next time.Craig didn't like dumplings. He was implying that he had put in an effort to buy breakfast for her. There was a glimmer in Heather's eyes. She put down her cutlery and looked at him silently. "Can he recreate the taste even if you give him feedback?"Craig paused and looked at her deeply. Heather continued, "Things have changed, so it doesn't taste the same. No matter how hard you try to recreate it, it won't be the same." Craig narrowed his eyes and said, "Hattie, the recipe is the same."Heather smiled and looked at him. "But the people changed, haven't they? It's not the same person making the dumplings anymore. The people are different now,