On a freezing cold morning. Jenna went to Zevulon's house as usual. To her surprise, Zevulon's door was already open. The courtyard that she had tidied up the day before was not as messy as she would usually find it to be. It seemed like he had deliberately sorted out the place. It looked immaculately clean and neat. No sooner had Jenna pushed through the door that she heard the sounds of someone rifling through something. Was Mr. Tangger already awake? Zevulon would usually have a drink or two before bed and would not get up until noon. Usually around that time, he would still be in dreamland. "Dory, you're here! Quick! I need help with my outfit," Zevulon said excitedly when he saw her. He seemed to have been waiting for her. Jenna was stunned. At that time, in Zevulon's room, his closet door was wide open and there were clothes strewn all over his bed. Zevulon had a suit in his hand while checking himself in the mirror, clearly l
The plane was flying through the clouds in the blue sky. With his glasses on, Hansen rested his eyes in the first-class cabin. Alvin, who was seated next to him, said softly, "Mr. Richards, John and I did an investigation on the automobile companies owned by people from Tamberland. There are not many families with the last name Yintern, but there is one from Capital City and they own a company. However, they are involved in automotive design, not so much in developing luxury cars. They have subsidiaries that produce cars overseas." "Oh?" Hansen's expression changed. "Which company are you referring to?" "Mr. Richards, I was referring to the Yintern Group. The Yintern family is one of the most notable families in Capital City. They can be described as a scholarly family. Although Laisoman Yintern has never served in the army, he was appointed as a government official. He has two sons and a daughter. After he passed away, his second son, Genaro Yintern, has been v
"Hi, can you please give her a full body makeover? I want her to look as elegant as possible," Steffan informed the manager, who greeted them at the entrance of the beauty salon. After that, he turned to look at Jenna with a smile and said encouragingly, "Don't worry, it won't take long." Only when he saw the smile on Jenna's face did he turn around and walk happily towards the chairs in the waiting area. Of course, the manager of the beauty salon knew who Steffan was. She immediately instructed her best makeup artist to do Jenna's makeup. After that, she brought a glass of cold water to Steffan. "Mr. Yintern, that lady must be your girlfriend. It looks like an important event awaits you both." After saying that, she handed over the glass of cold water to Steffan. According to Srirano's customs, the host had to serve their distinguished guests a glass of cold water as a sign of respect. Steffan was delighted when he heard the manager's words. He smil
Yurij guffawed in a loud, self-deprecating way. "Steffan, c'mon, don't be like this!" After saying that, Yurij took a step forward, approached Steffan, and spoke with a bitter expression. "Steffan, you know that the current economy is not doing well. Our company in Capital City is mainly focused on literary and artistic products. Not many people are interested in them these days. Plus, the government has imposed heavy taxes on corporations. After Master Yintern passed away, our regular patrons don't visit us anymore. Our family is basically going broke soon, and it won't be an understatement to say that it would be a terrible sight." Yurij complained about his hardships. He was glib-tongued. Steffan's expression was getting colder by the minute. The only time Yurji would come to look for him was when he needed money. He would always make up all sorts of excuses. Yurij was not cut out to be a businessman. He was lazy but he was very good at sweet-talking. H
Steffan sauntered towards her with a smile on his face. Hansen was surrounded by a huge crowd as he walked forward. For some reason, he smelled a familiar scent as it wafted through the air. He naturally slowed down. He wanted to turn around and track down this scent. Unfortunately, at that time, a few luxury cars drove over and stopped in front of him. "Mr. Richards, please." Corrine, his secretary, opened the car door and politely gestured for him to enter the car. Alvin carefully led him to the car and said softly, "Mr. Richards, be careful. Step in front, just a little." Hansen thought for a moment, but he soon dismissed the idea and was forced to enter the car. The car was started. Hansen was seated in the back seat. He turned around and looked outside through the tinted windows. Although his vision was compromised, he could somewhat see a gorgeous woman standing not too far away, smiling at him. He was shocke
Suddenly, Steffan leaned forward and locked his eyes on Jenna. He said in a low and solemn voice, "Dory, trust me. I will definitely be able to give you happiness." His breathing was ragged, his breath hot as he stared at her with burning eyes. "After our auto show next month, I'll help you to apply for a Srirano passport. Then, I'll bring you back to Capital City to meet my parents. What do you think?" He was very aggressive. He was so intimidating that Jenna could not help but to take a few steps back. "Steffan, please don't force me... Don't forget that I was once pregnant," Jenna said as she started to panic. "No, don't say that again. I'm willing to do this. I have thought about all the consequences. For those people in your past, you don't exist anymore. It's better to start over," Steffan said seriously. Jenna felt a headache coming on. "Ah, it's almost time. I think we should make a move," Steffan quickly said after taking a quick glanc
"What?" Hansen blurted out as his body trembled. He could smell the familiar scent again as it traveled through the air. Alvin stood with his mouth agape. It was as if he had seen a ghost. He saw the back of a graceful woman standing by the entrance of the hotel. Judging by her figure, she looked like the woman whom Hansen had been bitterly yearning for over the past year. He was about to rush up to the woman. Suddenly, a black luxury car drove over. The car door opened swiftly. The woman bent down and entered the luxury car. It was driven away as soon as Alvin arrived at the entrance of the hotel. "Alvin, what did you see? Did you see my wife?" Hansen asked, hurrying over to Alvin. Alvin was stumped for a while before he replied in surprise, "Mr. Richards, I cannot believe my eyes! There was a woman standing here just now. She looks like Mrs. Richards from behind." "Is that so?" Hansen raised his eyebrows and immediatel
"Oh, my! You're a beautiful car designer. I've heard a lot about you." Melvin's face immediately beamed. He reached out his hand and held Jenna's tightly, showing no signs of letting go. Jenna was sure she had not extended her hands towards Melvin. Out of her instinct of self-preservation, she would never reach out to shake hands with such a Don Juan. However, Melvin gently stroked her hand intimately while smirking devilishly. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are, milady? Are you engaged in matrimony?" Melvin continued to ask, wrestling with his drunkenness. He approached her with a smile. There was an awkward expression on Jenna's face. She pursed her red lips tightly and did not know how to reply for a moment. When she got closer, she realised that Melvin was actually quite handsome, especially with his amorous eyes. He was more beautiful than a woman. "Master Adames, I am..." Steffan frowned when saw the malicious look on Melvin's face as he hel