Trevor seemed like a completely different person. Angela couldn't shake the feeling that his impeccable behavior was part of a larger conspiracy.Natalie wiped her tears and said, "Trevor, my poor grandson. You've found your family, but you can't truly be part of it. It breaks my heart to see you suffer outside."The atmosphere in the memorial hall was notably tense, with everyone casting varied glances at the two.After leaving the memorial hall, Angela eagerly asked Dexter how he had managed to make the photo frame fall and break without anyone noticing."Take a guess," Dexter replied, his smile smug and mysterious. Angela gave him a flat look. "Aren't you afraid that Great-Grandpa will haunt you for this?"Dexter chuckled and stopped walking. "Haunt me? Please. I'm so impressive that he'd probably be too busy admiring me to hold a grudge." Angela rolled her eyes, irritated by his boundless narcissism.Dexter finally explained, "I had someone break the fake photo frame befo
Angela assumed it was Finn at the door—he had mentioned wanting to come over for a barbecue. Instead, the household staff returned with someone she least wanted to see. "Why are you here? You're not welcome. Get out!" Angela's fury ignited the moment she saw him approach. Her expression turned icy, and if not for the presence of others, she might have resorted to more than just words. "Angela, relax. I'm only here to deliver gifts from Grandpa and Grandma," Trevor said, his arms laden with bags of luxury fruits and supplements."I don't want them. Leave now. Don't make me repeat myself!" Angela snapped, rising to her feet as though prepared to throw him out herself. "Angela, I've apologized already," Trevor said, feigning remorse. "I just got discharged today, and I'm still not feeling well. Do you really want to push me away like this?"Angela felt her temper flare. She couldn't believe how much he had changed—or perhaps how much more shameless he'd become."I'm sorry for wha
Dexter cast a cold, condescending glance at Trevor, his gaze radiating the icy cruelty of someone who held unquestionable superiority. "I know exactly what you're plotting, and I suggest you abandon those filthy thoughts."His voice was low and magnetic, but it carried an undeniable undercurrent of menace.Trevor smirked provocatively. "Dexter, what could I possibly have in mind? I only want to help Angela relax and make sure she gets her belongings back quickly."Blood streaked his face, and his smile twisted into something disturbingly off-kilter. Angela, catching sight of him, felt her fury flare into a blaze.Helpless and exasperated, she turned to Dexter. "Please, just get rid of him. I'll waive your room fee for an entire week."Trevor's eyes sparkled at her words. It was as though he'd stumbled upon a hidden truth. The dynamic between Angela and Dexter was far less harmonious than the rumors suggested. How intriguing.When Angela stepped into the room moments later, Trevor
A middle-aged man stood with his back to her, holding a glass in one hand while his other hand reached toward the black stockings of a female employee's skirt. Sensing something, the female employee spun around abruptly. The glass shook in her hand, spilling hot water over the man. He yelped in pain, stumbling backward, barely managing to keep his balance. "Hey! What are you doing? Are you trying to burn me?" the man yelled, his indignation flaring.Angela stood at the door, her gaze fixed on the man. She recognized him instantly. It was Hector Zander, a friend of Nora's, visiting the Graham Group for potential collaborations. Rumor had it that he was interested in launching a major project. The woman nearly harassed was none other than Yvonne, Angela's new assistant."You were clearly about to touch me. How dare you—" Yvonne started, her voice shaky."What nonsense are you saying? Don't slander me! When have I ever laid a finger on you?" Hector shot back, interrupting Yvonne.
Hector appeared both righteous and stern, creating an impression that Angela was merely trying to frame him. This situation quickly caught Bill's attention. "Mr. Zander, please don't be upset. Angela was just unreasonable and misunderstood you. May I offer you an apology on her behalf?" Bill stammered, hastily offering an apology without fully understanding the situation. His spinelessness was evident; a man like him could never lead the company without it eventually crumbling."Isn't there a surveillance camera in the pantry? We could check that to clarify things," Angela suddenly recalled. "Go ahead. If you find the proof, both Mr. Zander and I will apologize. But, Angela, what will you do if you can't find anything?" Nora interjected smoothly, exchanging a knowing glance with Hector. Their silent understanding made Angela instinctively suspect their collusion. Perhaps the footage had already been deleted, but that didn't matter now."Just wait!" Angela snapped, pulling Yvonn
Hector was stunned. Had that little bitch found evidence? He was sure he had deleted everything. "Angela, stop making up nonsense," Bill said, trying to defuse the situation."Are you seriously trying to fool me without any proof?" Hector sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.Angela didn't bother with words. Instead, she calmly opened the video on the laptop in front of everyone.Everyone's jaw dropped.On the screen, Hector looked every bit the pervert."Turn it off! This is fake! You've edited it!" Hector's voice was sharp with anger. "How dare you slander me?"Angela's voice was cold. "Apologize to me, or I'll post it online.""Angela, what are you doing? Mr. Zander didn't mean it. Give me your phone," Bill said, his tone desperate. He hadn't expected Angela to find evidence. With no way out, he could only try to stop her."Exactly, Angela," Nora chimed in, her attitude shifting instantly. "This involves Mr. Zander's reputation. You can't ruin him over something so trivia
Dexter's presence here meant he wasn't entirely indifferent to Angela. For Bill, this was a golden opportunity. It meant he could continue leveraging his self-proclaimed role as Dexter's future father-in-law to gain benefits. This was nothing short of fantastic news. "I heard she works here, so I stopped by," Dexter said casually, his gaze sweeping over the group before landing on Angela. "Are you upset?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Angela looked at him as if she'd seen a ghost. "What are you doing here?" She wasn't buying his story of just happening to pass by. "I thought I'd take you out for a meal and have a chat." A faint smile curved his lips. "Need help?" Angela rolled her eyes at him and was about to retort sharply when a thought struck her. His presence exuded authority, which could save her the trouble of dealing with these idiots on her own. "Perfect timing. Hector tried to harass my colleague. I found the evidence, but he's refusing to apologize…""Nonsen
It was Trevor!Angela stood frozen. How unlucky could she get?"Let's go, hurry up!" Angela pretended she hadn't heard, urging Dexter to leave immediately. But Trevor spoke up. "Bill's having an affair and has a daughter who's already 15 years old." Angela was stunned. What was he talking about?Taking the opportunity, Trevor approached Angela and said, "Angela, add my number, and I'll send you the evidence."Before she could respond, he snatched her phone and quickly added himself to her contacts. "Bye, I'll send it to you soon," Trevor said, disappearing as quickly as he came, like a gust of wind.Dexter's face darkened, black as a storm cloud. He had been one step too slow.Later that night, Angela tossed and turned in bed. She had sent Trevor dozens of messages, persistently asking him to send the materials. He kept toying with her, coaxing her into answering numerous questions. "Angela, one last question—do you like Dexter or not?" That crazy man sent yet anothe
"Don't worry," Dexter said coldly. "I won't go the wrong way. Does your arm still hurt?"Angela didn't reply immediately. After a while, she asked, "Can you put me down for now? My back hurts."He was holding her in a way that made her particularly uncomfortable.Dexter had no choice but to set her down on a flat area. Standing up, he looked down at her from above."Why are you carrying me? It's not like we're in a rush to get down the mountain. Don't think this will change my opinion of you," Angela muttered.Ever since that incident, she had been particularly wary of Dexter; she was unwilling to be alone with him.He looked a bit exasperated. "Do you think I want to carry you? You got injured because of my mom. I'm just paying back the favor for her so that you don't accuse us of owing you anything later."Angela was momentarily at a loss for words, silently fuming to herself.This was indeed an obscure path, a narrow trail hidden deep within the bushes. It was nearly invisib
Fiona also came over. "If you like it, take it home to keep Mitsy company."As she spoke, she squatted down and gently stroked the back of the tabby cat.Angela hurriedly stopped her. "Don't touch it. It's a stray cat."It was already too late by the time she finished speaking. Just as Fiona was about to remove her hand, the tabby cat swiped at her with its claws. Angela quickly pushed Fiona aside. In that instant, a sharp pain struck. Angela's arm was scratched, with four vivid red marks that were shocking to see."Oh, no!" Fiona got up from the ground, her face pale at the sight. "Quick, you need—""You need to get vaccinated," Dexter abruptly said. "Otherwise, you might get rabies."Angela knew this too. Her arm stung with a burning pain. The cat had seemed so docile, but its claws were unexpectedly sharp. The deepest scratch was oozing dark blood, and the pain made her face turn pale."Let's head down the mountain," Dexter said.They had just climbed up, so their energy a
With his unchanging gentle demeanor, Finn emitted a calm and pleasant air that could put people at ease.Dexter, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was wearing a black jacket, black cargo pants, and black hiking boots.As he was clad entirely in black, he appeared brooding and intimidating, especially when he wasn't speaking or smiling—he looked like he was ready to pick a fight at any moment."What's the matter? Are you hoping I'll hurry up and divorce her so that you can take my place?" Dexter broke his silence after a pause, speaking with biting sarcasm.Finn scoffed. "Whether you divorce her or not makes no difference to me. My feelings for her aren't something you can compare to.""Oh?" Dexter smirked. "Does she know that you're that infatuated with her? Is she okay with that? Or are you just deluding yourself while she doesn't care about you at all?"It was unlike Dexter to talk this much, especially with someone he didn't care for. But today, he was unusually
"I'm over here." Fiona's voice came from behind them.Angela instinctively turned around and saw her mother-in-law in name stepping out of a black SUV, dressed in hiking attire, looking much younger than usual.However, Angela's smile quickly faded when her eyes landed on the person carrying a backpack behind Fiona.It was Dexter. Why was he everywhere?Why wasn't he in his office working overtime? Why did he have to follow them on this hike?Angela pulled Fiona aside, her tone low and questioning. "Why did you bring him here?" Fiona, usually a commanding woman who never hesitated to get things her way, looked somewhat sheepish at the moment as she forced a smile."Angela, he just happened to have the day off, and when he heard I was going to meet you all, he insisted on coming. I made him carry some food, and he can carry your bag and even drive for us. Isn't that fine?""Why would I need him to carry my bag? I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself." Angela scoffed. "Next
Lately, Angela and Dexter had been living together rather peacefully. Angela had never seen Dexter this angry before—it was entirely unlike him."Did you forget? This is my house." she sneered coldly. "You're just a guest here."Dexter was momentarily at a loss for words. His retort was caught in his throat."Angela, don't be angry anymore. Since Mr. Bamford is back, why don't we just eat together? There's no need for all this tension." Finn spoke up as he knocked lightly on the door from outside.Angela let out a disdainful huff before opening the door to step out.Finn was standing there with his signature gentle smile, his demeanor so refined that it was hard to refuse him."Mr. Bamford, would you like to join us?" Finn asked politely.Angela believed Dexter would never swallow his pride and agree."Sure."To Angela's surprise, Dexter actually headed to the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and sat down at the table.Angela was dumbfounded.Why was Dexter suddenly acting like thi
Angela's face lit up with joy before she quickly walked over."Congratulations on finally getting what you wanted," Finn said with a gentle and elegant smile.There was an indescribable warmth about him that made people feel comforted."It's also thanks to you. Let's go grab a bite. How about I treat you to some barbecue?" Angela suggested with a smile."The barbecue out here isn't good." Finn showed a slight frown.Angela replied without hesitation, "Then let's go to my place. I'll cook, but you'll have to help."The two went to the market together and bought a lot of ingredients. After some time preparing everything, they had the portable grill and ingredients ready by seven.The large living room was filled with the aroma of meat.Angela took a few oranges from the fridge to make juice and poured it into two large glasses, then handed one to Finn.He gladly accepted it. Just as the two were about to clink glasses and start eating, the door was pushed open from outside.Ang
Joanne gave a nod. "Of course. You can make any request. After all, Madam Fiona is paying me a lot.""Oh?" Angela's interest was piqued. "How much does she pay you per month? I can pay you that amount myself in the future.""20 thousand a month." Joanne then added in her usual serious tone, "Madam Fiona gave me an opportunity when I needed it most. I only follow her instructions."Joanne was obviously a person who repaid the kindness she received.Angela became even more satisfied with her. "Alright then. If you need my help with anything, feel free to ask. I only have one request—can you smile?"All morning, Joanne hadn't smiled once. She kept a serious expression, as if ready to fight someone at any moment.Joanne instinctively frowned, as if smiling was particularly difficult for her."Don't force yourself if you can't," Angela said, exasperated.She glanced at her sports watch; it was just past seven. She could still nap a bit before going to work."You should rest. I'll g
Later at the dining table, Fiona couldn't resist asking, "Why are you acting so quickly now? Before, you were always dragging your feet and holding back." Angela took a bite of food and smiled faintly. "I was waiting for the right moment. Bill is so cunning; I had to wait for him to reveal all his cards before taking action."Fiona nodded in agreement and poured her a glass of peach juice. "Not bad. It was both smart and bold. You'll be the head of Graham Group soon. If you need any help, just let me know."Angela chuckled. "Why do I feel like we're becoming more like friends instead of a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"Fiona rolled her eyes. "Whether we become in-laws or not is still up to you, isn't it? You're so heartless for deciding you don't want my son and dropping him just like that. Poor him."Angela couldn't help but laugh, but she didn't respond to the comment. Suddenly, she remembered something and asked, "Can you do me a favor?""Tell me," Fiona asked, lowering
"Back then, didn't you do the same by slowly seizing everything from Mom until you left her with nothing, making her die in despair? But unlike you, I'm not that ruthless. I won't drive you to death, nor will I harm Zack. "If you hand over the company sooner rather than later, I might even consider training Zack, turning him into a competent assistant for me in the future." Angela's tone was cold, and her gaze was fixed on Bill, filled with nothing but mockery.This man had never reflected on his mistakes. At his core, he was nothing but a selfish, despicable creature."You… you'll never get what you want!" Bill sneered through gritted teeth, his voice icy and resolute. "Even if you kill me, I'll never let you have your way!"Angela leisurely rose from her seat. "Suit yourself, then. Take care. I'll be leaving now."She truly didn't care. With Bill's doctor firmly in her grasp, she wasn't worried. This weak, pathetic man would eventually have to submit to her.…Time passed qui