"My dad owns properties—countless properties! He's the one who kicks people out, and no one dares to evict him!" Madison fumed.She continued, "Owning things yourself is the only way to have real power! The college lends us a crummy room, no CPRT, and incomplete fire equipment! "We work ourselves t
Miranda and Madison immediately turned their gaze toward Sebastian.He scratched his head awkwardly, "Why are you two looking at me like that?" It was a bit embarrassing."Seb, what does your family do exactly?" Madison's eyes took on a curious look.Miranda chimed in, "I remember you mentioning tha
On the other end of the phone, Mason remained silent for a long time. "…You're really planning to build your own lab?""Of course!""You're not just acting on impulse?"Madison responded, "Definitely not! We're serious about this!""Alright, ten million, right? I'll transfer it to your account in a
"Why do I need the transferor's signature? What for?"Miranda looked at the staff member in front of her, unable to hold back her question.The staff explained, "The property in question is quite large. Even though you have a formal transfer contract, according to regulations, you still need an addi
Joe responded, "Alright! I'll go—""Never mind," Hansel cut him off. "I'll go myself."…Miranda stood by Joe's desk, not far from the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. She walked over to the window, standing still as she looked down at the bustling traffic below.In front of her was a lively comm
Miranda snapped out of her thoughts and turned to see who had called her.Hansel stood before her in a well-fitted suit, looking formal. He seemed a bit thinner as his cheeks seemed slightly more hollow than before.As she studied him, Hansel was also greedily taking in the sight of her.She wore a
"I remember you liked steak but found cutting it troublesome, so you'd rather not eat it. Since then, every time we had Jovanian food, I would cut it for you."Miranda looked at the neatly cut pieces of steak in front of her with an indifferent look. She hadn't come here to eat, and simply sitting w
Hansel's deep gaze locked with hers, and he said softly, "You know what I want."Miranda frowned."It's simple—come back to me. If you do, forget the consent letter, I'll give you anything you want.""That's impossible!" Her answer was absolute and firm."Mimi…" Hansel let out a bitter laugh. "I kno