"Jefford is the Yancey family's grandson, so it makes sense he's not often seen in public. Yet, there's something that doesn't add up. Other business magnates in Delfino all claim they haven't seen him before. Recently, Jefford suddenly appeared at the Yancey family, and he's been quite high-profile. Additionally, the Yancey family is currently facing internal conflicts and intense infighting. Jefford seems to be positioning himself to compete for inheritance." Annie sent a lengthy message. Melanie read it carefully twice. She intended to reply, but she didn't feel like it. She closed the window, drew the curtains, and slept restlessly for the night. The next morning, she had just finished breakfast when the servant came to inform her that someone had come to see her. "Who is it?" She blinked, having a rough idea. "It's a young master from the York family, claiming to be your good friend.” The servant's words confirmed her suspicion. The York family had heard that just af
Melanie had lived with the Yorks for some time before, so she knew the fragrance preferences of everyone in the York family. The fragrances used by the Yorks’ descendants were usually their own Angle series. Harlow often used the oriental fragrance from the Angle series. Today, though, there was a hint of a floral and fruity scent mixed in with his fragrance... Although that subtle scent was masked by the fragrance he usually used, she still caught it. This floral and fruity scent seemed somewhat familiar to her. She just couldn't recall where she had smelled it before… Putting aside Harlow, Melanie walked through the small garden and met Professor Turner, who was also up. Professor Turner saw that she had just been with Harlow, and asked with concern, "What did he say to you?" "He wanted to act tough, but was actually quite the wimp," Melanie summed up briefly. Professor Turner scoffed disdainfully. With his hands behind his back, he sneered. "Now the York family needs you
Sonia didn't expect Melanie to be interested in the perfume she was using, and said proudly, "I'm using a perfume personally blended by Gabriel. It's called Flower Stream." She deliberately avoided Melanie and looked at Gabriel. "I really like the perfume Gabriel makes. I have a lot at home." In the end, Gabriel didn't care about her pride at all. "You're mistaken. I didn't personally blend that. It was made by machines on the production line." Sonia felt embarrassed, and swallowed her frustration. The guests were all watching the show. Melanie remained calm, and her gaze was cold. She intentionally glanced at Harlow, who was sitting across her, wondering if he was actually together with Sonia. Earlier this morning, Harlow had gotten up early and wanted to cover up any possible lingering scent of Flower Stream with a strong perfume, but Melanie still caught a whiff of it. At the time, she was puzzled and couldn't remember where she had smelled that perfume before. It turn
"Yes, you’re right. My apologies for being too straightforward. I'll punish myself with a drink. Dr. Jones, Mr. Lindsey, please don't take offense," Linda said.She calmly raised her cup, tilted her head back, and downed the crimson liquid in one gulp. Yvonne laughed heartily to defuse the situation, while Melanie and Gabriel remained silent. Seeing her uncomfortable expression, Gabriel whispered to her, "Are you feeling unwell? You can leave if you want." Melanie shook her head. Actually, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Her emotions had been stirred up just now, causing some abdominal pain, but she had managed to calm her breathing and alleviate it. She didn't want to leave early, nor did she want Linda to detect any flaws. Although the two members of the Yanceys showed respect and care for each other on the surface, Melanie could tell that Linda was targeting Jefford and using her reactions to probe him. This made her even more uneasy. Dinner ended. Yvonne took
"Ah!" Sonia subconsciously cried for help, but right after she shouted, her mouth and nose were covered by a hand. Struggling and whimpering, she gradually saw the man behind her. Seeing her calm down, the man released her. Sonia dodged, and covered her chest. "Harlow, what do you want? Don't go too far!" Harlow laughed heartily. "You were quite cooperative last night, weren't you?" Sonia became fearful. "Last night... Last night, I was drunk... I... I mistook someone..." "That's not the point." Harlow sneered, "The point is, you slept with me, and quite skillfully at that... I heard you've just come of age. Have you practiced many times? You’re naive to think that you can become the daughter-in-law of the Frost family." Sonia became anxious. "What exactly do you want?" If the Frost family found out she slept with Harlow and had prior experience in that area, her aunt Yvonne, who had always doted on her, might not support her anymore. "Gabriel, whom you like, onl
"It’s done," Melanie said. "That fast?" Jefford sounded slightly displeased. He hadn't spoken more than two sentences. "If we take too long, we'll be gossiped about when we go out. Aren't you annoyed?" she said, turning and walking ahead. She didn't want to be the subject of gossip again outside, especially when the gossip involved the troublesome Mr. Yancey. Jefford raised his eyebrows slightly. He paused, then got up and followed Melanie out of the room. Her room was on the first floor, so they only took a short time to return to the banquet hall. A group of people gradually noticed Jefford's face, and were shocked. Some smirked, while some suppressed laughter. The atmosphere was awkward. Jefford subconsciously felt that the woman in front of him must have tampered with his face just now. Right on time, she was walking ahead started her revenge. "Just now, Mr. Yancey said that the wound on his face needed to be treated, so I helped him with a simple treatment," Melanie
Sonia pretended to open up to Melanie. "Dr. Jones, you heard it just now, too. I like Gabriel. I want to know, what are your feelings toward him?" "I’ve already told you when we first met. We're just friends." Melanie looked at Sonia, not minding repeating herself. "So, does that mean we're not rivals in love anymore?" Sonia asked bluntly. Melanie nodded. "You can put it that way." "That's good. I was immature before. Dr. Jones, please don't be angry with me. I hope you will continue to treat Gabriel. I won't deliberately provoke you in the future," Sonia said sincerely. With that, she picked up her cup, took a sip of juice, and invited Melanie to drink. "This was just freshly squeezed by my servant. I know you need more nutrition every day. Would you like to try it?" Melanie's eyes flashed. She calmly picked up the cup and took a sniff. "Mmm... it smells nice.” She smirked. Apart from the natural fragrance of the fruits, there was also a hint of bitterness from saff
"Miscarriage?" Hearing Melanie's words, the wealthy ladies there grew even more disdainful. The situation indeed looked like a miscarriage... "Didn’t Miss Sullivan just come of age last year?" "I didn't hear anything about her being pregnant just now." "She likes Mr. Lindsey, right? Could it be his child that she's carrying?" "Huh? She just said it herself that she hasn't expressed her feelings yet. Mr. Lindsey hasn't agreed to date her, so whose child is she carrying?” The women chattered quietly. Although their voices were low, everyone present heard them... Sonia almost passed out from the pain, and had no strength to explain. Yvonne was both worried and embarrassed. She not only worried about Sonia's health, but also feared that Sonia's reputation would be ruined. After all, she had just praised Sonia to high heavens in front of these people. In the end, this was the well-bred daughter nurtured by her husband's family. It seemed Sonia got pregnant before marriage