Frederick had no way of clearing his name now. Priscilla stormed over and raised her hand to give him a tight slap on the cheek. But someone like Frederick would never let that land. He immediately grabbed her wrist, stopping her.Priscilla felt like her wrist was in a vice. It was so painful that tears nearly burst forth from her eyes.Only then did Frederick realize he seemed to have gripped her wrist too hard. He quickly let go of her, afraid he might hurt her.Priscilla clasped her stinging wrist before slapping Frederick in the face. "You shameless man!"But Frederick shielded the blow with his other hand, making the slap land on the back of his hand instead. Though it didn't land on his cheek, the slap still felt like a knife slicing through his heart. They had been married for three years. Yet now Priscilla was hurting him of her own volition! When June saw Priscilla hitting Frederick, she quickly went up to ask him, "Are you okay, Frederick?"Priscilla angrily stompe
"I'll make whatever you want to happen come true," Frederick assured June.Priscilla remarked on how Frederick's gentle demeanor toward June was way different than how he'd treated Priscilla herself earlier. Frederick used to only speak so gently to Priscilla, yet now he was doing so to her sister. Priscilla also recalled how Frederick had promised her he'd make all her dreams come true three years ago.Priscilla had said she wanted to be a rich and successful businesswoman, which she was now. But what did this have to do with Frederick?Feeling uneasy, Priscilla quickly dragged June away.Frederick smiled bitterly as he watched Priscilla leave.It was love at first sight for Frederick three years ago when he met Priscilla. He'd returned to the country to pay his respects to his parents at the time.Was this what Frederick got in return for giving up his life in Motheca and staying in Jenaire City instead?At the thought of his friends back in Motheca, Frederick took out his pho
June's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. No way would she ever let any other man look at her naked body. Though Frederick did have a glimpse, he was still part of the family… Priscilla found David's suggestion inappropriate as well. "I think it's best we have a female gynecologist perform the checkup instead, Dr. Jackson."David then realized his suggestion had been too impromptu, so he quickly said, "Alright. I'll arrange it for you right away. By the way, why don't you bring your sister along for our meal tomorrow, Ms. Miller?"Priscilla didn't find that suggestion inappropriate. The more the merrier, as they said. After all, Priscilla didn't like eating out with men she didn't personally know. Having Grace and June along might make her feel more at ease about it.Priscilla wouldn't have agreed to have a meal with David if it weren't for him trying to prove his point.David was pleased to see Priscilla agree to his idea. He then hurried to get a female gynecologist
All of a sudden, June spotted David making a phone call in the emergency exit's stairwell. He was looking around sneakily and had the most perverted expression on his face.June had noticed that David was harboring inappropriate ideas toward Priscilla earlier. She had to help Priscilla on behalf of Frederick and make sure other men stayed away from Priscilla.So, June carefully went over to listen to what David was saying."Hey man, I need another roofie. Don't worry, I'll still pay you the same old price. Why do I need it? Heh, another hottie is up for grabs now."June covered her mouth in shock, not daring to make a single sound. She carefully retreated a distance away, making sure David hadn't noticed her. She then ran all the way back to Priscilla.Priscilla immediately looked toward the direction where June's heels were clicking wildly on the floor. Priscilla's brows knitted together at the sight of her sister in such a hurry. "You're not a child anymore. Don't you know how t
The next day, Frederick went to a nearby pharmacy to buy herbs to treat Tyger's injuries.He said to the shop owner behind the counter, "I'd like six ounces of saffron flower and six ounces of sage root… "The shop owner was smoking a cigarette while reading the newspaper. When he heard Frederick's request, he scratched his head and began measuring the herbs for him.Frederick felt a wave of disgust at the sight of the shop owner's grubby hands and dirty nails. How could the shop owner be so unhygienic when these herbs were meant to treat people's illnesses?"Can you wash your hands or at least put on some gloves, sir?" Frederick asked.The shop owner glanced at Frederick and took a strong drag on his cigarette, making the ashes fall into the pile of herbs. The shop owner then said crossly, "You think you're so smart, kid? Herbs grow from the soil itself and are naturally covered in it. If you clean it up too much, it'll lose its effectiveness. All my herbs here are in their mos
Mr. Scott, otherwise known as Francis Scott, was a philanthropist who mainly aided orphanages. According to the government's statistical data, Francis had funded the livelihood and education of more than 300 orphans up to university. This included those who were funded for elementary, junior, and high school.Frederick felt a deep sense of respect for Francis as he marveled at the number of people the latter had ever helped. Francis really deserved a long life ahead of him.Just then, the shop owner exited the room behind the counter with a box in hand. "Mr. Scott, this is the century-old Dragon's Tear root my uncle dug up in Whitehart Mountain. My uncle met someone this year but her family looked down on him for being poor and unable to buy a proper house in the city."So, my uncle decided to head into the deepest areas in Whitehart Mountain to dig up some Dragon's Tear roots so he could marry the woman of his dreams and have a family of his own. There was a large bear guarding t
Francis quickly stopped the shop owner from kneeling before waving his hand at Quinny. Quinny quickly handed her grandfather a checkbook on which Francis then wrote down 5.5 million dollars.The shop owner watched on with bated breath. He hurriedly took the check when Francis finished writing on it. The shop owner was about to give Francis the Dragon's Tear root when a hand snatched both the cheque and root away.Quinny, Francis, and the shop owner were taken aback by this gesture. The shop owner then said angrily to Frederick, "What are you still doing here, kid?"The shop owner had been so focused on trying to sell the herb to Francis that he hadn't noticed that Frederick had been lingering around.Quinny said haughtily, "What do you think you're doing? Are you planning to rob us in broad daylight?"Frederick smiled and returned the check to Quinny. "You can have the check back. I'm not interested in your shoddy herb either."Quinny was shocked by this while the shop owner excl
"I oughta teach you a lesson today!"The two men then rolled up their sleeves, about to pounce on Frederick. Glee and twisted delight were already apparent in the shop owner's eyes.Francis said kindly, "Forget it. He's still young and has room for improvement."Quinny muttered, "People like him deserve a beating."Just then, Frederick suddenly said, "Wait."The two men said wickedly, "What is it? Are you scared? Run away now if you are!"Frederick asked Francis, "Mr. Scott, did you hear me say that the herbs in these two bundles were fake at any point?"Francis shook his head. "I only heard you say that about the Dragon's Tear, not the other herbs."Just then, the shop owner exclaimed angrily, "Don't listen to his bullcrap, Mr. Scott. The kid accused my herbs of being fake earlier when he came in to buy them! He was going on and on about dyes and unnatural herbs. You hadn't come into my shop then."Frederick smiled. "Yes, Mr. Scott hadn't heard all that I said before he enter
Mary's case was the most severe, while Ivan's symptoms were the mildest, and Frederick could roughly deduce the sequence of transmissions among them. It was clear that Mary infected Nigel, who then passed it to Kimberly, then finally passed it to Ivan. Frederick also saw that Ivan was actually a decent person who unfortunately ended up being betrayed and infected. However, Nigel was primarily worried that Ivan might start trusting Frederick, as he wanted Ivan to believe in his capabilities to carry out his plan.Originally, he intended for Mary to insult Frederick for being poor and unskilled, but she ended up attacking him for having an unpleasant odor, which backfired when Frederick exposed her for contracting syphilis. Now, Nigel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he then said to Frederick, "Hehe, Frederick. We all know Ivy is a director, what exactly do you do to be worthy of her?"Nigel assumed that Frederick was just a low-level salesperson, something
Hearing Frederick's words, Kimberly jumped with joy and stopped crying. While wiping her tears, she pointed at Mary, laughing and said, "You're covered in syphilis, yet you're making fun of me.""Slut, I wonder how many people you've slept with!" After being pointed and insulted, Mary was furious and she was ready to fight Kimberly. "You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson!" At this moment, Nigel felt terrible. If Mary was diseased, he'd be the first victim. He grabbed Mary and shouted, "Bitch, let me teach you a lesson first. Now I know why you always wanted the lights off! I thought you were shy, but you just didn't want me to find out."In a fit of anger, Nigel slapped Mary hard across the face. Just as Mary was about to explain, she was interrupted by another slap. Holding her face, she yelled angrily, "Nigel, how dare you hit me?! Do you want me to expose all your little schemes and tricks?"Nigel froze in horror; if Mary exposed him, it would have been disastrous.
Kimberly heard her laughter, and body odor had always been a sensitive issue for her; a wound she'd tried to cover up over the years. For Frederick to bring it up in front of everyone felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Yet what hurt even more was Mary's laughter; as a fellow woman, it felt like salt to the wound, then roasting it. Kimberly was furious, pointed at Mary and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you want me to come over there and shut you up?"Mary felt wronged, she had only let out a reflexive laugh, but now Kimberly's anger was directed at her. "Did I laugh at you? What proof do you have that I laughed at you?""You're the one with body odor, yet you're taking it out on others. You're such an unreasonable woman!"Kimberly grew even angrier after hearing Mary's retort. "You're the one with body odor, your whole family has it!" "Look at what you're wearing, it's like you just threw on two pillowcases. You're a shameless woman, just trying to show off t
When everyone heard Ivy's words, they laughed even more. Her words effectively confirmed that Frederick did indeed have an unpleasant odor. It wasn't entirely her fault as Kimberly's words had been a bit of a trap. "Haha, if you smell, just take a shower and don't embarrass yourself here.""With all that cheap stuff on, no wonder he has a smell."Hearing this, Frederick simply gave a slight smile and then asked Mary and Kimberly, "Are two really that fragrant?"Mary and Kimberly lifted their heads proudly after hearing Frederick's words. "Why don't you ask everyone here, ask them if we smell good or not?""Exactly, go ahead and ask."Both of them considered themselves beautiful, and of course, they would smell pleasant. The men around them quickly chimed in, especially those eager to admire Mary, who was dressed in a way that gave them a bit of eye candy. "Of course, they smell good. How could these two beautiful ladies not smell good?""Hehe, Frederick with his cheap, th
In a hidden corner, Nigel said to Mary, "Damn it, that bumpkin Frederick keeps stealing my spotlight. I am worried that our plan won't go well later.""You should help me humiliate him properly, and Ivan's girlfriend will back you up."Mary pursed her lips and said to Nigel, "Every time something comes up, you just ask me to handle it. My bag hasn't been bought yet, and you've lost 300 thousand dollars"Although Nigel was annoyed by Mary hitting a sore spot, he kept his tone calm and replied, "Help me humiliate Frederick and talk him down in front of Ivan. After that, leave the rest to me. Once it's done, I'll get you more than one bag, I could get you ten bags and it wouldn't be a problem. I don't care about that small amount of money. You saw that Porsche just now, right? I wouldn't mind burning it if I had to." Hearing this, Mary was delighted and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, babe." She hadn't realized that Nigel was so wealthy and even had a Porsche. Up until th
Knowing Martin as someone who knew a lot about wood, everyone immediately looked as though they were ready for a good show. They were convinced that the Saint George statue couldn’t possibly be made of anything valuable.Martin let out a strange exclamation. "What the hell!"Kimberly, thinking that Martin was angry, quickly said, "Mr. Lawson, tell us what’s so disastrous about this wood. Are you saying it’s just a piece of junk?"Contrary to expectations, Martin replied angrily, "I’m saying that whoever preserved this Saint George statue was a jerk. This is genuine sandalwood, and yet it’s completely neglected, covered in dust."Most of the group had no idea what sandalwood was worth, but judging by the name alone, it sounded impressive.Kimberly asked curiously, "Mr. Lawson, are you saying this is really antique wood?"Martin examined the statue carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "Judging by the texture, this carving must have been made at least 150 years ago."Everyone was
"The Saint George statue was indeed a fitting choice for a karaoke." Nigel chuckled, turning to Ivy.“Why didn’t you just go on Amazon and buy a new one for a few dozen bucks? This one is obviously second-hand. Or was it picked up from some junk stall?”Frederick heard Nigel’s mockery and nodded in agreement, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re not wrong. This statue actually was picked up from a street stall.”“At the Treasure Hall in the antique trade market, no less. And yes, it’s an antique.”The truth was, the statue was from the Victorian era. Even the owner of Treasure Hall, Dominic, had recognized its age but dismissed it as worthless, tossing it onto a stall outside.Frederick had picked it up casually, thinking it would come in handy one day, and now it was the perfect gift for Ivan.Hearing this, Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “An antique? Treasure Hall? You’re really trying to fool us.”Kimberly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glance
The group’s attention was fully captured by Frederick’s words, their eyes all on him. Nigel, knowing that Kimberly had informed Ivy at the last minute and that she likely didn’t have a gift, sneered at Frederick."Well, if you’ve got a gift, go ahead and show it.""Considering Ivy and Kimberly’s relationship, the gift should be pretty decent, right?"Everyone was now staring at Frederick with anticipation, curious to see what kind of gift he could produce.Ivy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. She hadn’t handed any gift to Frederick, though she understood he was trying to help her out of a tough spot. But wasn’t this making things even more awkward?Nigel continued to press him, "Where’s the gift? Come on, take it out already.""After all this time, you still can’t take it out. Don’t tell me you don’t even have one."Frederick glanced at Nigel with a calm smile. "Oh? Are you planning to bet 300 grand with me again?"Nigel froze. There was no way he had another 300 t
Ivan was deeply moved, feeling as though all the unpleasantness from their school days had been swept away. A sense of childhood nostalgia, unique to old classmates, welled up within him.The crowd continued to shower Nigel with praise, giving him thumbs up one after another."A gift worth 10 grand is no small amount. Nigel is truly generous.""That’s right. These days, even classmates hesitate to prepare gifts, but Nigel has shown such generosity.."Most of the attendees had come because of their connection with Kimberly. Each had prepared gifts with costs ranging from a few hundred dollars. Compared to Nigel’s grandiose gift worth 10 thousand, their contributions paled in comparison.Hearing the compliments, Nigel waved his hand dismissively, feigning modesty. "It’s nothing, really. After all, Ivan and I are good friends from way back."Then, Nigel’s expression shifted slightly as he added, "Speaking of good friends, I’m sure it’s not just me and Ivan here who share a special b