Sitting in the back seat, Malia and Rylie exchanged glances. Although they hadn't heard each other's thoughts, it was easy to tell from their leader's expression that the other party was definitely not someone to be trifled with. This was the world of the elite! Of course, they weren't the gossiping type. For a moment, the car was silent. The black sedan pulled up in front of the Platinum Hotel. Britney got out of the car, instantly regaining her professional demeanor. “Rylie, be ready to act appropriately. When you meet him, know your place, but don't forget to flatter him!” They arrived twenty minutes ahead of their scheduled time at the reserved private room. Britney instructed Malia to double-check with the hotel staff, and once everything was confirmed, the three of them turned their phones to silent and began waiting for their guest. “Mr. Montes, you’ve finally arrived!” Malia greeted from outside the room, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just at the right volume
Gianni paused mid-action, his hand freezing as he was about to pick up some food, before resuming his motion. He thought he had just heard the biggest joke ever! If he agreed to let Britney approach other suppliers, and they succeeded, why would they ever come back to South Factory for cooperation? More orders? That was pure fantasy! The atmosphere in the private room grew as still as ice. Indeed, she was a seasoned player. Seeing that Gianni was unmoved, Britney handed over the documents she had been holding to Rylie and passed them to Gianni. “I think Mr. Montes should take a look at this first.” By now, Gianni was full and satisfied. He put down his fork and began opening the sealed file. His previously indifferent expression turned to shock as his eyes widened upon seeing the contents inside. He hastily shoved everything back into the folder, his hands trembling as if he had encountered something terrifying, too afraid to touch it again. “How… how do you have this?” His v
Downstairs? Which downstairs? “Platinum!” The voice interrupted Britney’s guess. Manuel, are you seriously spying on me? Do I have no secrets left? Five minutes later, Britney went downstairs and saw the impressive Ford parked outside, turning heads with its bold, sleek look. The black car gleamed in the light, and Manuel, wearing a dark blue long coat, was casually leaning against it, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses. As he saw Britney walking toward him, a gentle gleam flickered in his deep eyes. Britney approached and stood in front of the tall and graceful Manuel, feeling small beside him. He seemed like the moon in the sky—cool, noble, and out of reach. Taking the roses from him, Manuel opened the passenger door for Britney and gentlemanly shielded her from the rain. Since Bryant was sent to Britney, Manuel had either Raiden drive her or he would drive himself. “Manuel, with three bouquets of flowers from you every day, I’m starting to run out of space to put them!” Sin
The young girl wore a white down jacket and a beige knitted long skirt, giving her a delicate and graceful appearance. Her long hair naturally flowed down her back, giving off a sweet and gentle aura. But she was sitting in a wheelchair... Before coming, Britney had heard her parents mention Livia Castro. Her disability wasn’t congenital but was acquired later in life. There were many versions of the story circulating outside, but only the Castro family knew the true details. What was known was that Livia also had a congenital heart condition. Livia was pushed into the room by a maid. Her face, too pale, had a dark blue mark on it. Natalia hurried over, picking up a handkerchief to gently wipe her daughter’s face, clearly distressed. “It’s so cold outside! I told you to stay inside, why did you go out?” Her voice was full of concern and affection. “Today is special, Manuel brought Britney here, so I thought I’d paint a picture for him!” Two maids then entered, holding a large ink
When Britney raised her eyes, she didn’t find that gaze she had felt earlier. She didn’t think much of it, but when Manuel placed a perfectly cooked shrimp in her bowl, Britney couldn’t help but feel surprised. Manuel, how do you know everything about me? In front of this person, Britney felt as if she was being completely exposed... “Manuel, you’re so good to Britney!” Livia looked at Britney with envy. “Britney will be your brother’s wife in the future. Of course, he should treat her well!” Natalia lovingly looked at her dazed daughter. “Yeah! A brother should always treat his wife well!” The mood during dinner was warm and harmonious. After the meal, Manuel accompanied Daniel to play chess, while Livia begged Britney to visit her art studio. “Britney, what does being in love feel like?” Britney pushed Livia towards the studio. After a moment of thought, Britney patiently replied, “When he’s around, everything in the world feels beautiful!” “Is that how it feels between yo
The more Britney thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. It must be the recent work pressure that was making her overthink things. It felt like she had discovered a secret. Livia hurriedly pushed her wheelchair over, taking a fine silk cloth and covering the painting. “You saw it, Britney…” Livia smiled awkwardly. “Livia has the right to pursue her own happiness too,” Britney smiled gently. Under the soft light, Livia was captivated by Britney’s beautiful, exquisite face. From the first time she saw her, Livia had sensed an elegance and nobility that came naturally to her—truly a woman from a prestigious family. “Britney, you’re so beautiful, much more suited for Manuel than Nylah!” Livia, with her delicate oval face and dark, sparkling eyes, seemed to want to make sure Britney understood who she was talking about, adding, “Nylah, do you know her? She used to come to the Castro's villa with Manuel. Just a few days ago, Nylah came again…” “I think I’ve seen her…” Nylah? Br
The innocent kiss gradually began to spiral out of control. A fiery heat surged from the tailbone, traveling to her lower abdomen, then deep into her heart. Manuel reluctantly pulled away, their foreheads touching as their breaths became ragged. His dark eyes lingered on her flushed lips, the misty gaze on her delicate face deepening with desire... "I'm really afraid I won’t be able to control myself." His voice was soft, like the most intoxicating wine, like the sweetest words of a lover, unintentionally stirring the heart. The sound was utterly mesmerizing. Britney thought, this voice was like poison! "Mu Mu..." The whisper was full of longing. "Mm..." Britney replied softly. "I might have to leave for a month." "Mm..." "I’ll be back before our wedding." There were still two weeks before the wedding. By the end of February, Goldmoor would welcome the spring... Their wedding would take place then. Manuel had chosen the date, saying that spring was the season Mu Mu loved.
The next day, all the newspapers that had reported on the **Seventh Club** the day before underwent major staff changes. Several people mysteriously disappeared, leaving everyone baffled. People speculated that it had something to do with the **Seventh Club**, but the police couldn’t find any clues. They only managed to catch a couple of small-time henchmen for routine questioning, but after getting no useful information, they had to release them. This news quickly spread throughout **the Hammond Group**. Of course, while everyone was discussing this, they didn’t forget another piece of recent gossip: The Hammond family’s heiress was about to marry the eldest son of the Castro family. As soon as Britney arrived at the company that morning, she overheard the whispers of her colleagues, but she didn’t pay much attention. Carrying a stack of documents that needed the chairman’s signature, she stepped into the elevator. Unexpectedly, she ran into Barrett, the head of Group A. "Ms. H
Looking into the mirror, Sierra touched the necklace around her neck.The more people praised her, the more her heart floated with beauty...Regardless of whether the other person was flattery or adulation, the more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more beautiful she felt. Especially with the expensive necklace around her neck, it further accentuated her beauty.Unfortunately, as soon as she thought about it, she realized that the necklace did not belong to her. She was only helping someone else choose it to give to someone else. She felt extremely frustrated.In fact, beautiful jewelry did enhance people's facial features.But in Raiden's eyes, they were all the same, just a few diamonds, like glass beads, then added to various parts of a little cat or put on wings or something, just changing the design...He generally wouldn't choose these seemingly complicated things, just paying the money is fine.He just wanted to make th
Actually, she had always had a dream in her heart, which was that the prince would drive a luxury car and stand in front of her with a bouquet of flowers...This scene appeared many times in her dreams, but she never expected that someone would actually do it."Um. I had time."Sierra nodded shyly.I thought to myself that I hadn't been able to contact my aunt and uncle, and I didn't know if they were at the villa or not. I decided to go out with this man first and check on them later when I could get in touch with them.Now, she completely forgot that Stephanie had warned her before that Raiden was a playboy.Raiden smirked and gentlemanly opened the door of the passenger seat for Sierra. After she sat inside, he walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.Sierra sat in the car, lowered her gaze, and looked at the large bouquet of roses, immersing herself in the fragrance of the flowers. It was her first time rec
On the balcony outside the second floor of the villa, a slender figure was wrapped in a dark robe, standing there. The faint sunlight shone on the tall male body, creating a golden halo around the figure. The sharp short hair was topped with water droplets, giving it a cool and sexy look.Manuel had just finished taking a shower when he received a call from Cortez, reporting on the situation of the Maxwell family at the hospital. The cigarette butt flickered at his fingertips, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down with each exhale of smoke rings.His cold narrowed black eyes deepened in color when he heard Cortez say that Maxwell had been arrested and the conflict between Jamiya and Stephanie had escalated. However, there was no extra expression on his face, as if everything had been expected long ago."Um." There was only a faint response before hanging up the phone.After finishing the cigarette in his hand, Manuel entered the bedroom. He pulled
"Stephanie, how could you..." Jamiya scolded.With an incredulous expression on her face, she couldn't believe that her daughter had easily pointed out her son.But compared to Jamiya's strong protectiveness towards her calf, Stephanie appeared much more rational."You should go and ask the doctors and nurses here first, to see if you can take him away," Stephanie said calmly, but beneath her calm exterior, there was a storm brewing.The remaining two police officers heard Stephanie's words and did not give them a hard time. They approached the glass and took a look at the person in the intensive care unit she had just pointed out. One of them went to find the doctor, and after a few minutes, Geovanni's attending physician, Dr. Cortez, rushed over. The three of them were communicating.At this moment, Jamiya finally realized that her daughter's actions were entirely because of Geovanni's current state, which the police officer couldn't take away.
The entire Goldmoor was cleansed by the night rain, seemingly washing away the sins of the night. The sun slowly emerged on the horizon, heralding the start of a new day.Karsyn held her phone nervously."How are you? Where is Britney now?" Andreas sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his silly sister.When he was heading home from the Seventh Club, he overheard people talking about something. Curiously, he approached and listened. To his surprise, it was actually about his friend Britney...What happened to them in the end?They all didn't know. According to Mr. Castro, they sent the person who was rear-ended to the hospital and then came back, but with Mr. Castro taking care of the rest, there shouldn't be too much of a problem.He didn't want to hear that there was no major issue. All he wanted was one hundred percent certainty.He made several phone calls, Britney's phone was turned off, Bryant's phone couldn't be reached, and Raid
People over here haven't even recovered from their sadness to make a decision, but these two individuals have already started discussing calmly about which arm or organ the person is missing.Everyone wanted Bryant to stay in the hospital for a few days, worried that he had hit his head and might have some aftereffects. However, he couldn't hold on and insisted on going back...So Manuel instructed Raiden to take Bryant home and have him rest for a few days.Manuel and Britney returned to the villa, and it was already dawn."I'll go take a shower first." Exhausted after a night of tossing and turning, Britney, who was already extremely tired, looked at her muddy body and didn't want to just lie down and go to sleep like that. She decided that even a quick shower would be more comfortable than sleeping in her current state."I helped you!" Manuel took a step forward and opened the bathroom door for Britney."No need! You were injured too, but
The doctor in his fifties walked out first, while the other unrelated medical staff left from the other side.Jamiya immediately got up from the chair and ran over, with Stephanie following behind. The two of them hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my son (brother)?"Maxwell walked with heavy steps and followed along.The attending doctor was surrounded by three people, took off his mask, and said, "The person has been saved, but once his condition improves a little, we will proceed with the next surgery.""Being alive is enough, being alive is enough... Doctor, don't worry, we will definitely cooperate well and let him recover quickly and undergo the surgery." Jamiya's suspended heart finally settled.No matter what, as long as you are still alive, it's good.Before, they said her son had only one breath left, and she knew it couldn't be true when she saw him for the last time.How could her son have had any trouble?Maxwell and
That night, there was a close encounter with life and death.The lights in the hospital poured down, Manuel's cold and rigid facial features were too terrifying, and his aura was too powerful, leaving the nearby doctors standing there at a loss, not daring to say a word."If your hand were disabled, I would have to find someone with all four limbs," Britney threatened, seeing that Manuel was still unmoved.This man really didn't take care of himself at all. Although he knew he wanted to protect himself, his hands were definitely injured badly.The man, who had been staring at Britney's wound, barely reacted when he heard her words. "Let's go!""Mr. Castro, come with me over here," the doctor said in a pleasing manner.At that moment, Raiden walked up to Manuel from a different direction."You go first, I'll follow," Manuel glanced at the older doctor.The doctor quickly said, "Okay!"After the doctor left, Raiden whisper
Raiden bumped Bryant's arm, indicating him to look at the affectionate couple after the robbery.Raiden has always been puzzled as to why there are so many flowers and plants outside, yet they insist on hanging themselves on a tree.However, seeing Manuel cherish someone so much, Britney wondered if she had saved the Milky Way in her past life.Britney let Manuel carry her onto the car.Now she is covered in mud everywhere, originally wearing a white evening gown, but now she looks like a beggar who has just come out of a garbage dump.There was not a single clean spot, whether on the body or on the face.Just as she was putting her down, Britney caught sight of the large patch of crimson on Manuel's arm, illuminated by the dim light inside the car."Manuel, what happened to your hand?" Britney pulled his hand over, blood had already soaked through his white shirt, flowing down his arm onto the back of his hand.It was as if at