Angela lowered her head, feeling curious about what kind of person Mia was. As they approached the Jewell residence, they heard people giving their congratulations in the distance. When they reached the entrance, there was a large crowd of guests. It appeared that many people were more curious than she was."Did you know that the fiancée is a horse trainer who has recently launched an equestrian club?""Really? The Jewell family is regarded as a prestigious family. How could a Jewell marry someone like her?""Could it be that they're getting engaged because she's already pregnant? So the family has no choice but to accept her?"Occasionally, a few speculative voices emerged from the crowd. Though they weren't particularly loud, Angela could hear them distinctly.In the banquet hall, many guests chatted in groups. With only a few friends in that social circle, Angela felt fine being alone. She quietly nibbled on snacks away from the crowd, planning to leave early.Out of the blu
"Ms. Spencer, you're flattering me," Angela replied calmly, though she felt a bit surprised.She wasn't sure if she was imagining things, but it seemed like Mia was paying extra attention to her. Ever since Mia had arrived, her eyes had been on Angela."I'm not. I heard you just inherited your family's business, and that's truly impressive." Mia praised again, her voice ringing out so that everyone nearby could hear.If she wanted to connect with Angela, she could have been more subtle. Angela wondered why Mia didn't choose Bella, who was standing next to her. She suppressed her suspicion and quickly changed the subject.After the newly engaged couple had moved on to toast elsewhere, Bella turned to Angela. "Did you two know each other before? It seems like she's quite interested in you.""No, we haven't met before," Angela replied, feeling confused as well.She found the party long and boring, so she told Dexter and escaped to the back garden. She found a secluded spot next to
The commotion outside abruptly ceased, and everyone turned their heads in astonishment as Angela stepped forward from the back."Well, if it isn't the legendary Mrs. Bamford? What's this? Instead of staying quietly in your corner, you've decided to meddle in other people's business?"The woman speaking was someone Angela recognized—Olivia Quimby, who used to tag along with Elena. She had striking features, was dressed head to toe in high-end brands, and exuded the air of a wealthy heiress.Beside her stood two other women Angela didn't know, but their expression mirrored hers—haughty, arrogant, and dismissive of everyone else."That's right. I am meddling," Angela said coolly, pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at Olivia's face. "If you don't come to your senses, Ms. Quimby, I'll capture this ugly side of yours and project it on the big screen for everyone to see."Olivia's face darkened instantly. She glared at Angela, her eyes brimming with fury."You! You dare threate
"Mia, are you okay?"Zayn arrived in a hurry, bringing people with him. He anxiously checked Mia from head to toe, only relaxing once he confirmed she wasn't hurt."They went too far. Don't worry; I won't let them off the hook," Zayn said, clenching his jaw in anger. Angela had no interest in listening to the two of them pour their hearts out and quickly walked away.As she stepped outside the banquet hall, she ran into Dexter. He took one look at her and immediately noticed something was off. His gaze darkened."Where were you? What happened?"Angela lowered her voice. "It doesn't feel right to stay here for too long. I'm leaving."Before Dexter could say anything, Zayn and Mia had already caught up with them.Zayn reached out and grabbed Angela's wrist. "Angela, you really helped us out just now. You can't just leave like this. Dexter, take her inside—she hasn't even had dinner yet."His enthusiasm matched Mia's. What were these two up to?Angela sighed inwardly. She had n
Angela pressed her lips together, making no comment. At that moment, one of the maids stepped forward."Ms. Graham, Mrs. Jewell Senior would like to see you. Would you please come with me?"The maid carried herself with utter professionalism and had a polite smile on her face. She seemed more like a head housekeeper than an ordinary maid.Angela frowned slightly. "Mrs. Jewell Senior?"The maid nodded.Layla Anderson, Zayn's paternal grandmother, had always been a fan of Sue's designs. Angela wondered if she had perhaps begun to suspect something.Angela's brows knitted together, but she didn't refuse.She, too, wanted to know whether Layla was doing well.Following the maid upstairs, she made several turns through the grand house before arriving at Layla's study.Downstairs, the banquet hall was still lively, but up here, the atmosphere was completely different.Layla sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly reading. The spacious study was so silent that even a pin drop w
Angela was already feeling irritated and had no patience to deal with Mia."I'm fine. I'm leaving. Ms. Spencer, don't follow me."But Mia grabbed her wrist. "Ms. Graham, if there's something bothering you, you can talk to me. This is the Jewell residence; if there's anything I can help with, I—""Ms. Spencer, you're overestimating yourself."Angela pulled her hand back, her gaze sharp."Instead of spending time trying to make friends, you should focus on improving yourself. Otherwise, even if you had a hundred friends, the people who look down on you still won't see you any differently."Her words were blunt, cutting straight through Mia's intentions and laying them bare for all to see.Mia's face paled. "I—I wasn't… I just thought, since you helped me, I—""I helped you?" Angela let out a cold chuckle."Or did you guide me into helping you? Who can really say? Tell me, as the hostess of the banquet, how did you just happen to end up in the back garden, where Olivia and her gr
Dexter stared at Angela's face for a long moment before speaking."You've been looking down these past couple of days. Is something on your mind?"Angela stared off into space, lost in her thoughts.He waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Are you okay?"Angela jolted back to reality, meeting Dexter's deep, dark gaze. Her heart trembled for a second before she quickly averted her eyes."I'm fine. I'm going to bed. Do as you please."That night, the bedroom was pitch-black. Angela tossed and turned for a long time before finally drifting into sleep."Angie… Angie…"Half-conscious, she seemed to hear someone calling her name. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure before her.She immediately sat up and bowed slightly. "Mr. Lawson."Henry was in his 50s. His expression was solemn, and he exuded an undeniable air of authority."Do you regret it now?" he asked, a cold sneer on his lips. His sharp gaze pierced straight through her, as if searching the depths of her soul.Ang
Angela told herself to let it go. She thought there was no way to figure out what was going on in a man's heart.She had already passed the message to Mia, who was over the moon when she found out Angela would be coming to the equestrian club, too.On the day of the event, Angela drove there alone. Mia was already waiting by the club's entrance. The second she spotted Angela, she dashed over."Finally! I've been waiting forever," Mia said.She was dressed in a sleek riding outfit, with her long hair tied up in a high ponytail, making her look particularly spirited."How many people are coming today? Who's going to be here?" Angela asked.What truly mattered to her was whether the person she hoped to meet would show up.After stepping into her new role, Angela had established the department of supervision and changed company policies, improving conditions for Graham Group and its employees.Yet, she hadn't secured a major project—an oversight Andrew's group wasted no time using
Zack recalled that Angela had recently mentioned her official divorce from Dexter, stating that they were no longer married. He couldn't help but question why Dexter was there, attending to her with such care and attention.He scratched his head in confusion, unable to piece it all together. Finally, he blurted out, "Dexter, Angela and you... Aren't you two..."Dexter glanced at him. "What?"Zack asked directly, "You two are divorced, yet you still have feelings for her. Are you trying to win her back now?"Dexter was stunned, feeling slightly embarrassed.Zack sat down next to him with a silly smile. "It's alright, Dexter. We're family; you don't have to be shy. In the past, I thought it was fine if you divorced her, as I believed she didn't deserve you. "But I've come to realize that Angela is truly exceptional, and you barely measure up to her. If you're serious about winning her back, I can help you. What do you say?"Dexter boldly remarked, "What assistance can you offer?
"Ms. Graham, Mr. Bamford has dispatched 50 employees, and they've already started working," Clara said excitedly on the phone.Angela was taken aback upon hearing that Dexter had sent a team to assist her. However, despite the large number of people he'd sent, the factory equipment remained insufficient."Ms. Graham, Mr. Bamford has also sent us a batch of new equipment, which is currently being unloaded," Clara added, her voice brimming with emotion. She was overwhelmed with joy and was fighting back tears.Angela stood silently in the corridor, feeling dizzy. It felt surreal that Dexter had actually stepped in to assist her and resolved the pressing issue troubling her within mere minutes. How had he suddenly become so kind? Angela found herself utterly perplexed. She was lost in thought for a long time.At that moment, an overwhelming fatigue washed over her. She felt lightheaded, and her limbs were numb. An intense drowsiness began to set in."What's going on? You're not goi
"Have you finished your work?" Dexter asked casually. He removed his sunglasses and gazed at her quietly.At that moment, Angela had yet to even wipe the dust from her face. Exhausted from a sleepless night of work and battling her anxiety, she appeared far more haggard than Dexter."I have something I need to take care of first. Please allow me to go. You should return to the hospital first. I'll visit you as soon as I'm done, alright?" Angela's tone softened as she recalled his kindness.Her tone was like a man persuading his mistress to return to the home. Dexter had become the eager mistress, waiting for her arrival. Dexter inhaled deeply and got out of his car. He approached her and commanded, "Get down first."Angela rejected anxiously. "No. I have something urgent to take care of.""Your face is so dirty. Do you want to embarrass yourself by going out like that?" Dexter sneered.In an instant, a flicker of care appeared in the depths of his eyes.Last night, after she
The doubt in Harvey's eyes vanished, replaced entirely by admiration and praise. "I didn't expect that you would have such an opportunity. I'm looking forward to it.""I won't let you down."...After Harvey left, Angela asked everyone to start buying leather again. She then held a meeting with the factory employees, urging them to work overtime and stay focused on their goals."It's impossible to finish the order. We put in so much effort, but everything ended up in ashes. Is this deal still on?""That's right. There was a big fire just now, and everyone is still panicking. How can we stay positive?""Ms. Graham is ridiculous. Does she think we're all magicians?"While Angela spoke on stage, the workers below whispered, visibly dissatisfied. Noticing this, Clara waited for Angela to pause and then informed her about their comments.Angela offered a faint smile, having fully anticipated this. It was simply a part of human nature. As she prepared to speak again, she began wit
By this time, the media had caught wind of the news and quickly gathered at the factory to capture photos. Angela took it upon herself to release a public notice detailing the incident's causes and consequences, as well as the disciplinary actions taken against those involved and the measures being implemented to support the injured.Fortunately, she acted swiftly by arriving promptly to assess the situation. She communicated clearly to the public, took responsibility for her mistakes, and committed to rebuilding the warehouse while enhancing management regulations. Her fast response effectively cut the backlash she faced by at least half.The following morning, the senior executives of Graham Group began to arrive one by one, greeted by the sight of the warehouse in ruins. They were shocked by the strange odor in the air and saw Angela efficiently directing the team in a well-organized response to the aftermath of the disaster."Ms. Graham, are you alright?" Wilbert, the head o
"Why didn't I notice you worked so hard before?" Dexter joked, enjoying a delicious dessert in the hospital.While he remained relaxed, Angela was overwhelmed by anxiety. With just five days until the deadline, they had only managed to complete 60% of the production."I never really had the opportunity to be busy before," Angela replied casually, setting her phone aside. She then rubbed her face hard, trying to dispel the fatigue that lingered.She felt unusually irritable and uneasy today, as though something was about to happen. Ultimately, she attributed it to the uncomfortable hospital bed.Outside the window, a gentle night breeze blew, making the curtains dance around. Angela awoke to her racing thoughts and sat up in bed. Just then, her phone rang. It was Clara calling. "Ms. Graham, our factory is on fire."The simple sentence shocked Angela, leaving her numb. "What's going on?"As soon as she posed the question, she tossed aside the quilt and instantly got out of bed. S
Andrew's fury was palpable. "Nonsense! You didn't even acknowledge my contribution to the company!""Didn't the company reward you appropriately? Your salary and stock dividends are the highest besides Bill's, not counting those bribes you received. "Mr. Graham, there are things I'm aware of but won't mention for the sake of your dignity. Please don't create a scene unless you want to lose what's left of your reputation."As Angela confronted Andrew, she went from seeming quiet to confident. She could even tackle problems with a sense of humor.Andrew's anger continued to grow. The harder he fought, the more he felt defeated."Uncle Andrew, Angela has been merciful. If you know what's best, leave now. If you refuse, I can take you." Zack, who had been observing the situation with amusement, chimed in.Angela remarked, "Ask Joanne to send Mr. Graham out. If he creates trouble again, don't intervene. There's no point in giving him more chances since he's being unreasonable."Afte
Angela couldn't shake off her concern for Dexter. After all, he had been injured because of her. How could she not feel anxious about it?The doctor arrived promptly and conducted a thorough checkup on Dexter. He concluded that Dexter's injury was acting up again, leading to poor blood circulation. He needed to go to the hospital for medication and injections. Angela went with him. Meanwhile, Zack stayed home to wait for Joanne."Mr. Bamford, it's best for you to stay in the hospital. Given your current health condition, it's not advisable..." the doctor advised worriedly.The nurse had assisted Dexter in changing into a hospital gown. He propped against the bed, visibly uncomfortable due to the lack of support behind him. Noticing his discomfort, Angela quickly fetched a pillow and offered him a box of tissues to wipe the cold sweat beading on his forehead. Dexter glanced at her intensely and remained silent."You should consider staying here for the next few days. There's no
The abrupt ringing of the phone shattered the stillness in the room, startling everyone present. Andrew answered impatiently, "Who is it?"On the other end of the line, Angela replied with a smirk, "It's me, Mr. Graham. The deadline I set has passed, and I still haven't heard back from you. I've asked someone to clear the COO's office for the department of supervision, which was previously cramped in the executive office."Andrew was furious. "How dare you!""Did I not inform you ahead of time? Oh, by the way, it seems you didn't select any of the options I proposed, so I've decided to take matters into my own hands. "There's a small company in Cetol that opened a few years ago. If you're okay with it, you can start working there. I've sent all the relevant information to you via email."In a moment of frustration, Andrew hurled his phone away before Angela could complete her sentence. All his life, he had enjoyed success at Graham Group, always managing to get what he desired.