"Connect me to Eva!" Patricia reached out her hand. Her assistant quickly dialed Eva's number and handed over the phone. "I thought I had nothing to do with you anymore. Why did you contact me?" Patricia didn't sound friendly at all. However, Eva responded casually. "Good evening, Mrs. Moore. I have a special offer. Aren't we still on the same side?" One of Patricia's eyebrows furrowed. "You think so?" "I'm not a hypocrite. I was indeed angry with you. But after thinking about it again, I realized. The fire in my boutique was a consequence of me having disappointed you." Patricia's lips pursed. "So?" "I realized that our enemies were to blame. Ava Connor, Jeremy Harper, those naughty kids. My boutique would still be intact if they hadn't tripped me. Therefore, I intend to destroy them." The corner of Patricia's lips lifted slightly. "What does it have to do with me? Your grudge is your business." "I need very large funds to rebuild my boutique and I know that my grudge is the
While looking through the list of voice recordings, Frank muttered, "Yes, I don't think there's any harm in using our enemy's tricks for a counterattack. Eva has already been inside their fortress. She knows more clearly where the gaps are. For that, thank you, Miss Connor." "So Eva is a good person now? She's no longer our enemy?" Emily's eyes widened. Suddenly, Louis stepped forward and held out his hand. "I'm sorry, Eva. I thought you were an enemy. If I had known you had become a friend, I wouldn't have pointed a gun at you." With a crooked smile, Eva looked at Louis. "Aren't you afraid to shake hands with me? What if I grab you and do something bad?" "If that happens, then you will immediately flounder and pass out. I still have a gun, remember? Don't mess with me." Louis showed his gun next to his head. A small laugh escaped Eva's mouth. She greeted Louis then looked around at the stunned people. "Sorry if I'm just choosing the right side now. Sometimes, it takes a while f
Patricia was stunned to see several police officers getting out of the car. Her lips trembled, trying to express surprise. "What the hell? What are they doing in my house?" "You can't deny it any longer, Mrs. Moore. All the evidence is clear." Frank smiled triumphantly. A second later, the camera panned, showing a man in a suit with a police badge in his hand. "Good evening, Mrs. Patricia Moore. We have received many complaints about you. You are accused of kidnapping, invasion of privacy, destruction of buildings, as well as planning murder. Our officers have come to arrest you." Patricia's breath rumbled violently. Her shoulders were shaking. Red streaks appeared in her eyes. "No! All the accusations are not true. The evidence you collected is fake. You made it up!" Patricia threw the phone on the floor. It was shattered in the blink of an eye. "Damn! How dare they report me? They have put my husband in prison, not me too!" The assistant clenched his fists tightly. His knuckl
Everyone stopped dancing. They glanced at the exit door. Only Frank made the way through the crowd. The others followed after they got their senses back. Seeing Ava wiping her mouth on the dirty floor, their eyes widened. "What happened?" Frank approached Jeremy. Jeremy took Ava to the nearest chair, handing her a handkerchief. "I don't know. Ava said that her head was dizzy, then I gave her water. After drinking, she felt nauseous. Before she reached the toilet, she was already vomiting," he explained later. Suddenly, Louis gasped. "Did Ava drink poison? What water did she drink earlier?" "I don't think Ava was poisoned, Louis. I got her a new glass. If the water in the dispenser was poisoned, the guests would have vomited too." Jeremy pointed to the container where he had taken the water. Secretly, Emily glanced at Eva. Her thin eyebrows furrowed. "I also think so. Eva is a good person now. She couldn't have poisoned anyone. There are no bad people at this party, Louis." Eva n
"Philip, wait." Barbara pressed her husband's chest with a panicked expression. "Please don't rush. We moved a lot earlier. My body is sticky. We have to shower first." Philip's eyebrows pressed against his forehead. "You want us to do it in the bathroom?" He turned towards a door. Barbara pressed his chest again, followed by a light clap. "That’s not what I mean." Barbara looked at Philip shyly. "I still have to remove my makeup. You can take a shower first. After that—" "We do it?" Philip smiled crookedly. Barbara's cheeks couldn't get any hotter. Just being stared at like that, she felt weak. She could not imagine what would happen when .... Barbara shook her head, driving the dirty thoughts out of her head. "Yeah, let's do it once we're both clean and fresh." Philip smiled. Gently, he put Barbara down. "I won't be long." Barbara swallowed hard. Then, she hurriedly nodded. "Okay." After Philip entered the bathroom, she immediately grabbed onto the wall. Her other hand was f
"Philip, are you angry with me?" Barbara's voice was hoarse and thin. Philip looked back. His shoulders moved slightly. "Angry? No. Why did you ask that?" Barbara looked down. "Sorry if you have a cowardly wife like me." Philip sat down hastily. His hand held her shoulder. "Don't say that, Babe. Everyone has weaknesses or fears. You're afraid of blood, you're afraid of pain. That's natural." "But you have no fear. I should be a worthy wife to you." Seeing how Barbara peeked out from the shadows with her gloomy face, Philip let out a faint sigh. "Who says I'm fearless?" Barbara bowed her head deeper. "You even dared to jump from a plane. Is there anything scarier than that?" "Of course there is. I'm afraid of losing you. Living without you by my side is much more terrifying than jumping out of a plane without a parachute." Barbara turned her eyes upwards again. Seeing Philip's sincere smile, her heart felt warm. "You can't live without me?" she whispered softly. Philip smiled
"Philip!" Barbara patted her husband's shoulder. Philip immediately held back his movements. "Yes?" "Didn't you see? I raised my hand a long time ago!" Barbara scolded in between her tight breaths. "Does it hurt?" "No, but you did it too fast!" Barbara lay her head down and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "It's already slow, Babe." "Slower!" While holding back the intense turmoil within him, Philip tried to obey his wife's wishes. "Yes, like that!" "I haven't even moved, Babe," he sighed, full of patience. "Not yet? But I can feel it moving. Wait!" Philip froze again. "What?" Barbara closed her eyes and furrowed her brows. "I'm starting to feel sore." "You want to stop?" "No. Try pushing a little. A little bit more. Stop! Push again." "It's already stuck, Baby." Barbara raised her head slightly. Her eyes widened. "Already? Is that the maximum limit?" "Where do you think it'll end up?" Philip asked, half groaning. He began to have difficulty holding back his instin
"Louis, what's wrong with your eyes?" Abigail asked after saying good morning. While sitting next to Diana, she observed the boy. “You look like an owl.” "Louis couldn't sleep, Abi. He kept thinking about how a woman could get pregnant even though I told him to sleep and not think about it anymore." While Frank and Kara shook their heads, Abigail chuckled. "You shouldn't sacrifice your sleep thinking about that, Louis. Your eyes are swollen, but you still can't find the answer. Look at Emily. Her face is radiant and fresh." "But I ended up sleeping, after I agreed with Emily." Louis looked to the side. "It seems you're right, Emily. Daddy planted the baby in Mommy's belly through the navel. Last night, Uncle Philip must have been doing it too. That's why Auntie was panting. She was amused because Uncle kept digging into her navel." Some of the adults looked down and laughed. Some were stunned. "How did you know Barbara was panting, Louis?" Susan inquired. "Louis hijacked Mommy's