Lana turned to Marion. She hesitated briefly before speaking earnestly. "I genuinely think this treatment will work. But your commitment is key," Lana emphasized.Lana could still sense Marion's reservations lingering in the air.Marion nodded, her determination evident in her expression. "I'm willing to give it a shot! But I do have one condition.""Please, go on," Lana encouraged."I don't want Devon to find out!" Marion's voice trembled with a touch of sorrow. "I've raised his hopes before, only to disappoint him repeatedly."Lana nodded empathetically. She could grasp the depth of Marion's concern. "I totally get it. You don't want to let President Quinn down again."Following a moment of thoughtful silence, Lana suggested, "How about this? I'll hook you up with the supplements you need, and we'll arrange for them to be delivered to your art gallery daily."You won't have to worry about President Quinn finding out. Does that sound good to you?"Marion hadn't expected Lana,
Lincoln was worried he might become entangled in the fight between Liam and Lana. So, he quickly grabbed the newly developed smartphone and swiftly retreated.However, just as he was about to escape, Liam suddenly summoned him back."Be prepared. After tonight's meeting, I'm heading to Dawsbury," Liam said.Perplexed, Lincoln asked, "Sir, why are you going to Dawsbury? There haven't been any scheduled events there recently."In response, Liam shot Lincoln a scornful look, leaving him to decipher the meaning on his own.A heavy silence descended upon the room.In hindsight, Liam could have avoided further complications by simply asking for forgiveness. He didn't have to resort to elaborate actions.Despite the unsettling phone call with Liam, Lana surprisingly found herself unfazed. She casually indulged in two extra bowls of pasta that evening and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.The next day, Lana wasted no time in following Marion's instructions from the day before. She swi
The pursuit of beauty was a universal desire. In just under 15 minutes, Lana found herself deeply engrossed in conversations with the other young ladies at the event.It was Lana's passion for beauty that motivated her to develop the remarkable beauty serum aimed at preserving her looks!The ambiance here was just splendid. The place was filled with so many gorgeous young women. They not only look stunning but are also delightful to talk to.If it weren't for Rosa and Carol, Lana would have thought she had stepped into paradise.However, something caught Lana's attention after the third round of tea. She noticed all the young ladies grabbing their bags and heading toward the dressing room.Perplexed, Lana wondered if the tea was subpar or if the pastries didn't meet their expectations.She decided to approach one of the young ladies and asked, "Hey, what's going on? Why is everyone changing their clothes in the middle of the event?"The young lady Lana had asked raised her bag a
Rosa's comments dripped with sarcasm as she watched Lana's performance. "What's so impressive about this? It's only because your fundamentals are strong." However, everyone in the audience was well-versed in ballet. They could see that Lana's movements were far more intricate than a simple demonstration of solid basics.Lana's dedication and years of practice were apparent. It was evident in the refined results she showcased on stage.As the saying goes, "Success is 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration." Lana's performance perfectly illustrated the truth of these words.Shifting the spotlight to Rosa, someone in the group said, "Rosa, you're an outstanding ballet dancer, one of the best in Dawsbury City. How about treating us to a performance today?""Yeah, we've all been eager to see you in action. Could you make our day and dance for us?" another member added enthusiastically.Some of those who usually enjoyed buttering up Rosa found themselves coming to her defen
"Emilia, you're putting me in a tough spot here," Rosa said, her smile faint as she sipped her tea delicately."My father entrusted the Watson Club to me as a sort of social hub for everyone. But honestly, it's just a title. I don't have the power to make any major decisions," Emilia explained, her hesitation apparent.To any observer, it was clear that Emilia wanted no part in Rosa's messy affairs. She was keeping her distance from the situation.However, Rosa, being the President's beloved niece, couldn't grasp Emilia's detachment."Emilia, Lana's fate lies entirely in your hands. A simple nod from you is all I need. I assure you, I will take care of the rest," Rosa persisted, trying to sway Emilia's decision.Emilia's patience wore thin, her frustration evident in the furrow of her brow. Yet, Rosa seemed unaware that not everyone was captivated by her charm."Emilia, pretty please?" Rosa tried to persuade Emilia into compliance. She used the same tactics she employed with Pr
This marked the first time Rosa had experienced public humiliation in front of a crowd.She was on the verge of tears, but Lana showed no signs of relenting.As Lana had declared, today was all about teaching Rosa a lesson in respecting boundaries.Lana's lips curved into a mischievous grin, her unwavering gaze fixed on Rosa. "Huh? What did you say? I didn't quite catch that. Speak louder!"Rosa wanted to walk away, but in reality, she found herself without any alternative. She was undeniably branded as the "loser", and there seemed to be no escape from this harsh label.Amidst the surprised and mocking glances from the others, Rosa reluctantly summoned her courage. She called out to Lana, exclaiming, "Queen Lana!"Lana's face broke into a contented smile. "Now, that's more like it!"At that very moment, someone in the crowd had a sudden recollection and exclaimed, "Hey, Rosa had a Math Olympiad at the President's banquet, right?""Yeah, I heard she lost to someone!"Another p
"Grandma, it's my responsibility. I feel like I've fallen short as a mother. I'll talk to Rosa right away," Joyce uttered.Priscilla sighed disapprovingly and added, "You know you could've done better, right? Remember, if you can't handle it, someone else will."Joyce nodded, her humility evident. "I understand, Grandma. I promise to make amends."Priscilla, with her trademark blend of criticism and kindness, remarked, "I was just offering some advice. There's no need to get all worked up. By the way, didn't Rosa want to talk with you?"Joyce left the chapel, visibly upset, and made her way home."Rosa, could you please come out here for a moment?" Joyce exclaimed from outside Rosa's room.Startled, Rosa, who was holding a bag of potato chips, opened the door. She asked, "Mom, why are you shouting like that? You scared me, you know?"Looking stern, Joyce led Rosa into her room."I've told you this before, haven't I?" Joyce asserted with a serious tone. "When your great-grandma
Joyce was completely taken aback by Rosa's disrespectful words. She never expected her to say that. Acting on impulse, she covered Rosa's mouth and said, "What on earth are you talking about? How can you say something like that?"However, Rosa seemed unfazed. She managed to break free from Joyce's grasp and replied indifferently, "Why is it so hard to believe? I am Uncle Devon's niece, aren't I?"And hasn't Uncle Devon been childless all this time? Everything he has will eventually be mine."Joyce suddenly realized that her parenting might have fallen short. Rosa's behavior was likely a result of being overly pampered."But even if that's the case," Joyce advised, trying to guide Rosa, "you can't just say that. What if someone with bad intentions overhears? How would you handle that?"Rosa, however, remained indifferent. "If they hear it, whatever. I like watching people get all riled up and not being able to do a thing about it."Indeed, this child was spiraling out of control