Tyler looked into Jean's composed eyes. Of course, he could guess her thoughts.He reached out and caressed Jean's head, speaking softly."Emmett and Ms. Matthias have been engaged for five years. I heard they'll be holding their wedding soon. The entertainment and art circles have high expectations for them. Jean, there are some relationships you can't intervene in."Upon hearing this, Jean's facial expression remained unchanged.Tyler was essentially telling her that with her abilities, she had no way of competing with these two influential circles.She indeed didn't have such a level of capability.But she had no intention of doing anything about it.She had known for five years that her relationship with Emmett was beyond repair.Some things, even if they had left behind regrets, could only fade away with time."What you said is right. There are some things I shouldn't meddle with—like Emmett and you."Tyler listened to Jean's words, smiled softly, and said earnestly, "I’
As the doctor left Jean’s ward, he reminded Jean to take along her belongings. He then proceeded to complete Jean’s discharge process.When Jean began packing after receiving her discharge papers, she noticed Tyler's documents left behind in her ward. She was momentarily lost in thought as she stared at Tyler’s elegant signature on the documents. She had always known that Tyler’s handwriting was good. His writing was graceful and sophisticated, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. The size of each letter was uniform and pleasing to the eye. Folding the documents, Jean intended to take them to the nurse’s station. Just then, her phone rang, and it was Chris. "Ms. Michaels." Chris’ voice was tinged with urgency, and Jean could guess the reason for the call. She replied, "Hello, Chris. There’s a stack of documents left in the ward, and I'm—" Chris interrupted her, "Ms. Michaels, the documents are incredibly urgent. We’re about to receive the clients in 15
Jean frowned, feeling slightly annoyed. But she didn’t say much and just turned to enter Tyler’s office. She took a seat on the sofa that was quite far from the desk.The secretary visibly relaxed when she saw Jean sit down.She had expected Jean to be difficult like her sister.After all, every time Joyce came to Larson Group, it seemed like whatever the employees did was wrong. "Ms. Michaels, would you like something to drink? We have—""I don’t need anything," Jean interrupted before the secretary could finish her sentence.The secretary paused, then quickly smiled and said, "Let me get you a glass of water."Since Jean didn’t respond to her, the secretary carefully poured a glass of water and placed it on the table.Jean waited on the sofa for about half an hour until Tyler finished his meeting and entered the office. Dressed in a tailored black suit, Tyler looked confident and energetic.When Jean saw him come in, she stood up from the sofa. She said calmly, "Since t
Chris lowered his head, not daring to even breathe. He was afraid that he would spark Tyler's anger and become the target of his frustration.He had been by Tyler's side for many years, and he knew Tyler's temperament very well."I'll go down to handle business first," Chris cautiously said. Since Tyler didn’t say anything, he breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned and left the office.Not long after leaving Larson Group, Jean received a call from an unfamiliar number.She had just started using this number, so only close acquaintances had it.Without much thought, she answered the call.On the other end, Emmett’s deep voice came through."Are you out of the hospital?"Hearing his voice, Jean's footsteps paused for a moment.She simply replied, "Yeah."It seemed like she hadn't received a call from Emmett for many years. Now, with his voice coming from her phone, Jean felt a bit dazed.Emmett didn't respond on the other end.Jean pursed her lips and continued, "The doc
Seeing that Jean remained unmoved, Joyce quickly signaled the reporter."Look, she doesn't care about the family at all. She even wants to send her own uncle to jail."The reporter that Joyce had brought for mediation naturally stood on her side. Seeing Joyce in tears, she signaled the cameraman to record before turning to Jean."Ms. Michaels, no matter what, your parents brought you up. It's really excessive for you to completely disown your family." The reporter continued, "Joyce is sincerely trying to reconcile with you. Plus, she has already apologized to you. Do you have to take things to the extreme?"Jean gazed at the reporter in front of her. A mocking smile appeared on her lips. "When she brought you here, did she tell you why we ended up like this today? Barnabas has always wanted me dead. Even during the five years I was abroad, he never left me alone."Jean added, "Moreover, I grew up with my grandmother in the countryside. They only brought me back after my grand
After Joyce left, the film studio quieted down. Jean noticed everyone's curious and probing gazes on her. Tristan spoke up without waiting for her response, "Everyone, get back to your tasks." Upon hearing Tristan's words, everyone quickly returned to their respective workstations. Cassie sat on a nearby chair, looking at Jean with keen interest. "It seems the rumors about Jean and Joyce not getting along aren't baseless. But the way Jean gets along with her sister and her special bond with her brother-in-law are really confusing." Tristan's expression changed, and he immediately reprimanded, "Cassie! Focus on your lines." Jean glanced at Cassie with an expressionless face and smiled. "Do you know why you can't stay popular in this industry for long?" Cassie frowned, looking at Jean with a puzzled expression.Observing her bewildered expression, Jean smiled as she softly said, "Because you ain’t smart, and your emotional intelligence is low." No matter wha
His strong grip on Jean’s wrist drew the attention of many crew members toward them. Jean frowned, trying to free her wrist from Emmett's grasp. But he held on firmly. Soon, Jean's wrist turned a pale white. "Emmett, please mind yourself," Jean said sternly. Her gaze locked onto Emmett as she exerted force in return. She tried to break free from his grasp. Emmett looked at her expressionlessly, not letting go despite her struggles. "It's been five years. You should be bolder now . Are you still afraid of me?" Jean was momentarily stunned. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed Tyler walking toward them from outside the studio. Jean merely glanced at him briefly before swiftly retracting her gaze. Tyler entered the studio and spotted the subtle confrontation between Jean and Emmett.As his gaze landed on Emmett's tight grip on Jean's hand, his face grew cold. "What scene are you two acting out?"His voice was low as he looked at Emmett's hand, his ey
Jean’s expression faded as she lowered her head and looked at the red marks on her wrist. "I don't need you to remind me." She hadn't forgotten. And she could never forget it in this lifetime. Jean's gaze turned cold, her eyes distant. She couldn't help feeling irritated by the strange looks she was receiving from those around her.Even though she had grown accustomed to this kind of scrutiny, her blood still boiled and her eyes still reddened in this situation. Walking away from behind Tyler, she left the film set alone. When Simone returned, she was puzzled when she noticed Jean leaving in such haste. She was about to approach her to inquire when she saw Emmett staring firmly at Jean. By his side stood Tyler. Seeing the two of them, Simone immediately understood why Jean looked so troubled. She hurried over to Emmett’s side and whispered, "Why did you come here? Let's go." Right now, Jean wanted nothing to do with either of them. Being Jean's long