Elina pointed at Santiago and ordered her servants to drag him out. Santiago refused to move. He lowered his head and looked at Cynthia, saying, "I'm asking you a question. What's going on?" Cynthia blushed. "It's a matchmaking session." Santiago turned around and looked at the father and son opposite him. He strode over and asked, "Who are you two?" "My name is Yitzhak Clark. This is my son, Zsolt Clark, and you are?" "I am Santiago Richards. I have never heard of you, but you don't seem like an ordinary citizen. There is one thing I don't understand." "Please, tell me what it is." As soon as Yitzhak heard Santiago's name, everything became crystal clear to him. Santiago was not a person to be trifled with. Hansen and his wife were currently out of the country, on their honeymoon. Their sons did not have a single worry in the world. Santiago's true purpose was a mystery. "Do you know that Cynthia and I are friends?" Santiago asked. Yousif shot dagge
Cynthia tugged at Santiago's hand and pleaded, "You should leave. Things will get worse if you stay here." "I'll only leave once you're fine. Come, I want to take you to see someone who can help sort this out. We'll ask him if this is your fate." Santiago walked past Flynt, bringing Cynthia towards Johan's quarters. The rest of the Moore family were gossiping outside. However, they were accusing Elina of selling her own daughter for the sake of her own selfish ends, and no one breathed a word about Santiago. Flynt's face was drained of color. He briefly glanced at his parents, Elina and Yousif, who had come out of the room. He then turned around and left. Elina's body trembled as she took two steps back. Her face had turned pale too. Yanora quickly rushed over from behind to prop her mother up. When Yanora first saw Santiago, she was at a loss and stayed in the room, only running out after Flynt and Santiago had left. Elina looked back at Yanora and said,
So what if Santiago was a b*stard? In the end, he was the only one who was willing to help her. But these family members of hers? Although they were her family, they were the ones sending her off to h*ll. Cynthia briefly glanced at Yanora, who was staring at Santiago. She was the one who requested her to agree to the marriage, but why wasn't she saying anything right then? "If you can, then kill me," Johan suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of anger. Santiago looked over and snorted. "Is there a need for me to do that considering your age? Look at your children and grandchildren! If this continues on, then I'm sure that you will die in a fit of rage sooner or later." "Mr. Santiago, I think that's enough. Old Master Johan is already in poor health. Do you think he'll recover if you keep talking like that?" The butler was good at reading the room. He quickly walked over to Santiago and intervened. Santiago lambasted them without any shred of propriety
Santiago led Cynthia to his car after they emerged from the Moore family residence. He drove back to his house first. By then, it was already noon. Santiago was not a fan of how Cynthia was dressed that day. While she looked pretty, it also made her look distant, high above the rest of the world. Hence, he brought Cynthia to the mall to buy her a new outfit. Cynthia tried it on, standing in front of the mirror, and looking at herself from every angle. Although she was not used to wearing clothes like that, she did indeed look more youthful. "Let me see." Santiago eyed Cynthia, who remained standing there. She asked him, "How do I look? Do I look alright? I'm not accustomed to dressing up like this. Do you think these shorts are too short?" Santiago glanced at her shorts and replied, "No, they're not. You should stop wearing high heels. They're bad for your spine. Let's get you some sneakers." Santiago turned around and looked at the shoes displayed nearby.
Raeleigh slept through the night. When she woke up, she realized that she hadn't returned home the previous night. Instead, she was on the top floor of a hotel with Jepherson. He was sprawled beside her naked, with his arms wrapped around her body. A slight dizziness was muddling Raeleigh's mind. She leaned against the bed and tried to collect her thoughts. The day before, they had gone to the office. Jepherson had been extremely busy with a never ending pile of work. They had planned to head out after they were done with the work, but they hadn't had the luxury to do that. Raeleigh had banished all thoughts of leaving the office and stayed behind to help Jepherson with his work. With the two of them working together, they finally finished all that had to be done, but Raeleigh was exhausted by that point. So, Jepherson had brought her to where they were currently. The beauty and romance of the place culminated in them making love again the night before. Raeleigh continued leaning
By the time Jepherson finished his work, the sun had already set. Raeleigh left the office together with him. As they walked, she asked Jepherson, "Your family owns an automobile company and you're the boss. Why do you have so much work to do? Does that mean that your family is involved in other businesses as well?" The corners of Jepherson's mouth lifted in a smile. It was rare for Raeleigh to ask such things, and she had evidently put some thought into it. "Yes, although we are an automobile company, we have other matters to oversee as well. However, those business ventures aren't our main streams of income. We're just dabbling out of interest, basically testing the market. Cars are expensive. For some well-off people, it's a necessary mode of transportation. But due to the expense, not everyone buys more than one car. Of course, the rich can afford as many cars as they like. If they don't like a car, then they can just put it aside. What about ordinary citizens? It may t
Cynthia Moore? Cynthia was wearing a loose, white T-shirt which sported a short phrase. She had paired it with a pair of pink shorts. Although her outfit's color scheme differed from Santiago's, they looked like a couple when they stood together. Cynthia walked out and glanced at Santiago. She was obviously embarrassed, from how intensely she was blushing. "Hello, I'm Cynthia Moore, Santiago's friend," Cynthia greeted them shyly. Santiago smiled. "This is my elder brother, Jepherson, and that's my future sister-in-law, Raeleigh." Cynthia did not know what to say in reply. She eyed Santiago again. Raeleigh, on the other hand, unwittingly looked at Jepherson. He was probably taken aback too. But in the next moment, Raeleigh heard him say with a smile, "I heard that you were endowed with both beauty and talent. Well, seeing is believing. It's so nice to finally meet you. If you don't mind, you can consider me as your elder brother the way Santiago does,
When Hadrian realized that Scarlette's legs had given out, he bent down and gathered her in his arms. He carried her into the cabin and placed her down before leaving. Following that, Raeleigh went into the cabin to check on Scarlette. The moment she entered, she heard Scarlette cursing Hadrian. She sounded furious. Raeleigh stood at the door helplessly as she watched Scarlette. Some people just did not know how lucky they were! How wonderful it was to be able to be with someone they loved. Scarlette just did not know how to appreciate it. "Raeleigh, what are you doing here? Weren't you out on the deck with Jepherson?" Scarlette immediately asked when she saw Raeleigh. Her anger slowly dissipated as she walked towards Raeleigh. "I came to check on you. If you're fine, then I'll go back to him. You don't look too good, so I think you should get some rest," Raeleigh said and turned to leave. Scarlette trailed along behind her, asking Raeleigh as she walked, "Raele