"The relationship between my sister and you is another story. I don't want to interfere with her choice. But you... you may be a member of the Richards family, but you can't alter the outcome of this matter." "By killing a person, you have transgressed the law. And by doing that, your man must pay for it. You should understand it." Flynt sneered. "However, you're from the Richards family, and I can give you some time to talk to your people. Mr. Santiago, I believe that you won't aid and abet in a murder, or will you?" "Because that sounds like something the likes of you will usually do. We haven't committed any murder. Hence, we don't need to deceive anybody. If your obscurity troubles you so much that you can't help being an attention seeker, then I can lend you a hand. Might I suggest making your glorious 'achievements' the talk of the town?" "Are you threatening me?" Flynt smirked. "Uh-oh, I'm only offering help to settle things. You'd better not forget who y
Arriving at the villa, Raeleigh sat downstairs. It was not very late. They went to the police station and came back very soon. Actually, it didn't take much time. She was waiting for Santiago to come back to inquire about Hadrian's matter. Scarlette was also feeling on edge about it. Xanthus and Cynthia didn't rest either. When they saw Raeleigh and Scarlette come back, they both sat down in the living room. Santiago came in from the door. It wasn't until he sat down that Raeleigh started asking, "Is Hadrian in hot water? Did someone really die?" "The waiter is dead for sure." Santiago sat down, picked up an orange, and began peeling it. Raeleigh gasped. "Seriously?" "Otherwise, why was Flynt so arrogant?" When speaking of Flynt, derision was written all over Santiago's face. Cynthia blanched when she heard what he said. Santiago then added, "Cynthia, you shouldn't consider yourself one of them. You didn't do anything other than bearing the same fami
Raeleigh shut her eyes, ruminating for a while. To tell the truth, she shouldn't have come here. If she had not come, then those numerous distressing events might not have transpired in the first place. She felt that with fame came trouble, and it was also courtesy of these troubles that she had wound up in her current state. It would be great, she thought, if she could leave here and return to her original life. Rousing from his dream, Jepherson gasped. He got up and went to take the medicine for his heart disease. After taking it, any hint of grogginess was cleared away. He put on some clothes and stood by the glass window, gazing out at the outside world. It was still the original place, and the city was still colorful, but it was ironically unpleasant to him. He looked up at the ceiling, which was decked like a starry sky. Back then, when he worked together with Raeleigh to design it, he had liked it so much that he couldn't phrase his satisfaction. But righ
"How is he?" Raeleigh felt conflicted. Their relationship had ended, but she couldn't help caring about Jepherson's health condition. Jepherson slowly raised his head to look at Santiago while he continued to say, "He didn't sleep last night, so he is still asleep now." After a brief silence, Raeleigh replied, "Has he seen a doctor?" "Yes, but it did not help much. I won't be going back today, perhaps tomorrow too. Scarlette can accompany you. Don't get out of the house today." "I don't need anybody to keep me company." "I am going to hang up now." Jepherson stopped him just as he was about to end the call. He placed his hand on the phone. However, Raeleigh had already ended the call. A beeping tone came from his phone, indicating that the call had ended. Only then did Jepherson slowly withdraw his hand. "So what if she is our sister? If you can't overcome this mental barrier, is that still considered love? You should instead use it to pr
Raeleigh sat on her bed while staring into space. She was aware that Jepherson had gone abroad to receive treatment and to avoid her, but he had not recovered after a month. She wondered if his condition was that severe. The next morning, she tidied up her room. She kept the things she could take with her into a box. Raeleigh always stuck to the belief that people only got what they deserved. If it hadn't been for Jepherson's sickness, then Santiago wouldn't have left, and she wouldn't have had the chance to pack up her belongings and leave without getting stopped. After packing up, Raeleigh placed her things by the door and went to Novalie's room to chat with her. Cynthia and Scarlette stood by the door helplessly. They couldn't dissuade her from leaving, nor did they know what to do to prevent her from leaving. "Raeleigh, I won't be able to explain it to Mr. Santiago if you leave abruptly this way. When he comes back later, he won't let it off easily." Scarlet
Cynthia blocked Santiago's caller ID on her phone to prevent him from getting through when he tried to call her back. She arrived at the elevator lobby, turned on the recording function of her phone and put it in her bag before she entered the elevator to go to Room 307. After she came out of the elevator, she found Room 307 and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly. Cynthia gazed at the person standing in front of her. It was not Yanora, but a mediocre-looking middle-aged man. Cynthia said when she saw the man, "I'm sorry. I got the wrong room." "No, you came to the right room. Your sister told me to wait for you here. You are Cynthia Moore. I know you," said the man. Cynthia staggered briefly when she heard what he had said. She remained still and said, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm looking for my sister, not you." With that, she turned around to leave. To her consternation, the man pulled her in and closed the door right away.
Raeleigh looked around the new residence. It was actually a decent place, but she was surprised to find that Xanthus would move in to live with her. Novalie had been sitting inside and watching television since they came. Xanthus had already got someone to clean up the place prior to their arrival, so there was no need for them to do the cleaning when they arrived. Raeleigh had bought some ingredients to prepare dinner. Xanthus examined Novalie and sorted out his own room. so that he d have space to put some of his favorite books in the room. Raeleigh cooked while Novalie indulged in television shows. Xanthus put on some simple decorations in the room before he went to the kitchen to help Raeleigh. "Is there anything I can help with?" asked Xanthus, who was standing in the kitchen. She shook her head and said, "It's fine. I am almost done. Wait for me outside. Dinner will be ready soon." "Let me help you, I can do it too." Xanthus took a look at the dishe
Raeleigh lay beside Novalie but had difficulty falling asleep the whole night. She managed to fall asleep in the end as dawn broke. She was feeling overwhelmed as she tried to let the fact that her parents were still alive sink in. In the morning, she found out that Yanora was accused of murder and would be imprisoned when she was watching the news on television. She walked over to sit down when she heard the sound of the news channel. As soon as she sat down, the news about Yanora popped up. Raeleigh listened for a while and couldn't help feeling that something was amiss. Even if it was to rescue Hadrian, Santiago wouldn't have done this. She wanted to call Santiago but before she could call him, she received a call from Scarlette. She was surprised to see her caller ID before she picked up the call. "Scarlette." "Raeleigh, I'm outside your house." Scarlette had been outside her house the previous night. She came but she did not show herself because