Sensing Wynne's fear, Lynara quickly added, "Mr. Chandler, look at my men. They're seriously injured and can't protect you. How about you transfer us ten thousand dollars so we can recover in the hospital? Then I'll gather more men to deal with Frederick."Wynne didn't hesitate, immediately transferring the ten thousand dollars. "Fine, get well soon and then find that bastard. I won't feel safe until he's taken care of!"Receiving the money, Lynara couldn't suppress a grin. But he was also determined to avenge his injured men.Hanging up, he addressed his gang. "Let's recover first, then we'll go after that bastard again!"The sight of the money made the thugs excited, each hoping for a few thousand dollars.Just then, a calm voice cut through the air. "No need to bother tracking me down. I'm already here!"Everyone turned to see Frederick with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips.He walked toward them with a casual, mocking smile.The thugs' eyes bu
"No, we didn't. You brought others to fight us."A faint smile touched Frederick's lips. "So, if you didn't land a hit, why accept the money from him? Does that align with the underworld's code of honor?"Confusion etched itself on Lynara's face. "So... Should I return the money to him?"Frederick shook his head. "Return it to me."Lynara's eyes widened in shock, a cough threatening to bring up blood.Frederick's gaze hardened as he tightened his grip. "Do you disagree?"Pain wracked Lynara's body as he cried out, "I agree, I agree! I'll transfer the money right now!"Upon receiving the transfer and confirming the new balance in his account, a smile bloomed on Frederick's face. This money would be put to good use rather than remaining in the hands of these thugs.As Frederick walked away, Lynara glared at his retreating figure, teeth gritted in a vow of vengeance.…Meanwhile, Mitchell arrived at his new home, a modest three-bedroom apartment replacing his once-grand villa.
Priscilla's brow furrowed at Mitchell's lies. Having seen the girl named Olivia alongside Frederick, their ambiguous relationship lending credence to her brother's story, she believed his words completely. So, Olivia was her brother's girlfriend."That wretched Frederick!" she thought, her anger rising."First he pursues my sister, and now he's interfering with my brother's relationship. How dare he bully our family like this?"Observing the scene, Grace added fuel to the fire. "This is outrageous bullying. If we don't retaliate, we'll have no standing left in Jenaire City."Priscilla's fists clenched, her eyes blazing with hatred. "That good-for-nothing Frederick! He dares to be so ruthless even after marrying into our family. Well, he won't get away with it this time. I'll make sure he's kicked out of the company."With that, Priscilla urged Mitchell to rest and left the room with the others, plotting their revenge against Frederick.Once alone, the bruised and battered Mit
Some of her former children even pretended not to know her when they passed her on the street, ashamed of their orphaned upbringing."Freddie, you've come back." Madam Serena greeted him warmly.Frederick smiled faintly, transferring all the money from his phone to hers. It was the very sum he had just extracted from Lynara and his men.Frederick had extorted that ill-gotten money for the sole purpose of donating it to the orphanage.Watching the transaction, Madam Serena's weathered hands trembled. "Freddie, what's with the money? You must take care of yourself too!"Frederick replied with a gentle smile, "Madam Serena, this money is a gift from some kind-hearted people. They couldn't come in person, so they entrusted it to me."He thought of Lynara and his thugs. They weren't exactly known for their charitable acts, but today, he had forced them to do a good deed.Tears welled up in Madam Serena's eyes as she expressed her gratitude. "There are so many good people in the world
"Mr. Ben, I can't... I can't possibly drink anymore. Let's just finalize the details of this cooperation, shall we?" Anya waved her hand and said, her voice thick with intoxication.The lecherous Jerome kept licking his lips as he eyed Anya's swaying form. He knew she was nearing her limit. For days, he'd been maneuvering these meetings, plying her with drinks with a singular, predatory motive.His intentions for the heavily inebriated Anya were anything but professional.Now that Anya was finally intoxicated, Jerome was ready to move forward with his plan. He glanced around, noting the crowd of pedestrians on the street.With a swift but forceful nudge, he ushered Anya into the car. "Ms. Romero, let's go sign the contract now."Anya was unaware in the throes of intoxication and bobbed her head in agreement. Hours spent socializing with this vaguely unsettling man had all been leading to this very moment. As her fingers fumbled to release the door handle, Jerome wasted no time,
The police took Jerome to the hospital as his legs were fractured by a powerful kick delivered by Frederick.As a CEO, Jerome stayed in a high-end VIP ward. His roommate happened to be Wynne.To their surprise, they were old acquaintances. Wynne was astonished after seeing Jerome. "Mr. Ben, what brings you here?"Jerome was equally surprised, despite their age difference, they shared a close friendship based on mutual interests. Jerome replied, "Don't even ask. I was just trying to get with the president of Timbergale Corporation. Her fiance caught us in the act. I was drunk and couldn't fight back, but next time he won't be so lucky."Unashamed of his actions, Jerome openly discussed his infidelity, highlighting their shared penchant for such behavior. Wynne, who had been lying in bed, suddenly perked up. "Timbergale Corporation? Are you talking about Anya Romero? Her fiance wears suits and goes by Frederick." Jerome nodded enthusiastically at the mention of Anya. "That's
Lying on the bed, Anya's throat felt parched."Water... Water..." she mumbled as she slowly awoke, clutching her forehead.Finding herself in her room, a confused Anya rubbed her head. Fiona promptly brought her a glass of hot water. Anya accepted the water and inquired, "Fiona, how did I get back?"Anya's memory was hazy, ending with her drinking with Jerome; she had no recollection of how she returned. Fiona quickly explained, "Frederick carried you back."Anya glanced outside the window.It was already morning, and her confusion deepened. Frederick wasn't aware she had been drinking; how could he have brought her back?Just then, Anya noticed her phone and the numerous missed calls from her assistant. She frowned, knowing her assistant wouldn't call so persistently unless it was urgent.The assistant's voice on the other end was frantic. "Ms. Romero, you finally answered! Our company is under attack; many partners have ceased their cooperation with us." Anya's head spun
Anya's eyes widened. "And Wynne? You drove him to jump off the building, forcing him to Jerome's side, didn't you?"Frederick flinched, a slight narrowing of his eyes betraying his simmering anger. These two scoundrels dared target Anya's company, the very source of her pride and purpose. He knew how much this job meant to her, and the image of Anya's crushed spirit fueled his fury."I'll find them right now," he growled, already reaching for his coat.Anya asked, "And what will that help? More fighting? More chaos? Can't you just stay out of it for once? Useless! You're always useless, and now you're dragging me down with you. Frederick, I hate you! Get out!" Frederick's face paled. He opened his mouth to speak, but Anya cut him off, her voice thick with emotion. "Get out! Don't you dare come back until you understand what you have done! This job—it's everything to me! You've never understood me!"Tears streamed down Anya's face as a torrent of memories washed over her. A childh