Angela nodded in acknowledgment."May," Dexter called out coldly.A middle-aged woman with a slightly plump build quickly appeared from the kitchen. "Mr. Bamford, is there something you need?""Get her something to eat," Dexter said coldly.The maid, May Weasley, was quick. In about 20 minutes, she returned with a bowl of pasta. There were also two small plates of side dishes—one with meat and the other with vegetables.Angela's stomach growled at the delicious aroma. She thanked May and began eating slowly.Her eating style was somewhat unrefined, akin to a hamster nibbling on food. While she wasn't particularly graceful, it was still pleasant enough to watch her eat.Dexter observed her closely. Inexplicably, his irritation seemed to ease to some extent.After finishing her meal, Angela stood up and said, "I have some things to take care of tonight. It should be fine if I come back tomorrow morning, right?"She had only been dealing with Fiona earlier, so whether she stayed
Angela fell silent. She'd thought he said he wouldn't be angry, yet here he was, doing just that.She fought back the anger rising in her chest and said coldly, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave." She grabbed her laptop, ready to leave the space that still carried his presence."Change the bandages!" Dexter snapped.At that moment, the maid carefully approached, holding a tray with his medication."I have a strong grip. I'm afraid it'll hurt you," Angela said."Just hurry up," Dexter replied. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a plain white undershirt, his muscular arms, and a glimpse of his chest and abs.Angela's gaze lingered for a moment, and she found herself unable to look away.However, his injury was severe. This was the first time she had seen a wound so deep.As she removed the bandages, her hands trembled. Cleaning the blood around the wound was even harder with her shaking hands. Her hands wouldn't stop trembling as she applied the medicine, causing some of i
When Angela entered the CEO's office, Dexter was still tied up with work. He seemed to be in a meeting in the small conference room next door, and the atmosphere was so tense that she could feel it even through the door.Just as she was about to open the lunchbox she'd brought, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure—Elena."Hi, Ms. Graham, what a coincidence," Elena greeted with a bright smile."Are you here to deliver lunch too?" Angela asked.The large bags Elena was carrying seemed to hold a feast.Elena nodded. "I'm concerned about Dexter's health. If it weren't for him that day, I might have—""You can wait for him here. I'll leave," Angela said firmly, grabbing her bag to leave.After all, Dexter would still have his meal even without her.Just as she reached the underground parking garage, Dexter called her. His voice came through with irritation, as if he were angry. "What are you doing? Where's my food?"Angela sighed, took a moment to calm herself, and then pressed d
Angela slowly took out the meal she had brought, following the meal plan provided by Dexter's nutritionist. It consisted of a quinoa salad with roasted vegetables, grilled chicken breast with a light vinaigrette, steamed asparagus, and fresh tomato soup."Spoon and fork," Dexter said, extending his hand as if it were expected.Angela glanced at him, realizing he was seriously about to eat her food. She couldn't hold back anymore. "The food is cold. How about you heat it up before eating?"Dexter paused, staring at her. "Don't you have a brain? Why didn't you heat it up at the cafeteria before bringing it over?" His mood seemed to have soured, and his voice was sharper than usual.In the past, Angela would have immediately apologized and tried to smooth things over. But today, she slammed her spoon down onto the table, making a loud sound."Do I not have a brain? What about you?" she snapped, her frustration boiling over. "If you've got someone else bringing you food, why do you
"Oh, so this is the legendary Mrs. Bamford. It's a pleasure to meet you," the man said enthusiastically, extending his hand to Angela.Dexter gave him a pointed look. "Go heat your food," he said flatly.The man immediately looked embarrassed and turned to put his meal in the microwave.Angela kept quiet and maintained her smile. However, deep down, she was displeased with Dexter introducing her as his wife in public.Just as she was about to leave after lunch, he insisted on taking her to the nearby mall to go shopping."What are you doing?" Angela tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.Before she knew it, he'd already dragged her into the elevator, heading straight for the women's section on the third floor.They'd been married for over three years, yet she'd never had the privilege of Dexter personally taking her out to buy clothes. Her wardrobe had always been chosen by a stylist according to Dexter's preferences. Of course, the expensive custom-made gowns weren't her
Angela was left speechless. She couldn't care less about these material things. If Dexter wanted to show off his money, that was his business. "There aren't that many options, but if any of you like something, feel free to take it," she said casually, leaning back into her chair and pulling out her tablet to check on her work.The room fell silent. Everyone looked at Angela in disbelief, unsure if they had misheard her. "Angela, what did you just say?" Clara was the first to react, staring at Angela in shock."You heard me the first time." Angela shrugged. With that, she turned her chair around and leaned back as if settling in to watch the drama unfold. The next second, the women erupted into chaos. "That's mine! I want that dress!""That one's the latest design! I want it!""I want the white one! It's mine!"In mere seconds, all 12 dresses were snatched up. "If only there were some for guys…" Alan commented with a sigh. George, who had just been aggressively pushe
"How long are you planning to stay here?" Angela was fuming. It seemed that Dexter was planning to stay at her house for a while."Didn't you hear what Grandpa said? He said I can only go back when you're ready to return home." Dexter replied casually. He leaned back on the couch with a shrug and a helpless expression."Fine, you can stay! But I'm warning you, you're only allowed in the living room and the guest bedroom. Don't even think of going anywhere else, especially not the second floor!" Angela retorted coldly, the frustration clear in her voice.Dexter shrugged again. "You say it as if I want to stay here."Angela was at a loss for words. "If that's the case, why don't you just explain to Grandpa that we…"Just before she could finish her sentence, she realized that the maids hadn't left yet. So, she quickly swallowed back her words and shot a glare at Dexter.Dexter's face darkened instantly. He ordered everyone to leave in a low voice.Once they were alone, he stood up
To Angela's surprise, it was Erica who had arrived."What are you doing here?" Angela asked coldly. She maintained her grip on both sides of the door—she had no intention of letting someone she disliked into her house. Erica was also a bit surprised to see Angela. She'd thought Angela wouldn't be back until later."I'm here to deliver some documents to Mr. Bamford," Erica replied, trying to keep her irritation in check. She added in a low voice, "I see you've gotten better at your game, Ms. Graham. You've managed to get Mr. Bamford to come here—impressive."Her words were laced with mockery. Angela didn't feel the need to explain herself. Instead, she reached out for the documents. Erica immediately stopped her. "These are confidential files from Bamford Co. You're just an outsider. How dare you try to take them?" She deliberately stressed the word "outsider".Angela rolled her eyes inwardly. She couldn't care less about what Erica said.Just then, Erica pushed the door
Angela pressed her lips together, letting silence speak for itself. Judy's tears flowed instantly, her composure shattering. "You heartless bastard! How could you be so cruel? I've stayed by your side all these years, running the household, being your wife, and this is how you repay me?"Watching her break down like this, Angela felt an odd sense of satisfaction."Angie, so what's the plan now? We'll do whatever you say." Zack grinned foolishly, as if the entire mess had nothing to do with him. Both Bill and Judy froze, their heads snapping toward Zack in perfect unison. They glared at him, their shared disapproval unmistakable, but neither said a word.For now, they were like ants on a hot pan, frazzled and clueless, while Angela remained surprisingly calm."First, the two of you need to appear in public together. When people see you united, the rumors will naturally lose their power. Second, issue an official statement. Make it clear that anyone who spreads defamatory claims
"You think I wanna be here?" Angela snorted. "I'm here to tell you to move your secret family elsewhere. Make sure they don't appear in public."Bill averted his gaze, trying to grasp the meaning behind Angela's words."I'm part of the Graham family, part of the Graham Group," Angela continued, her voice sharp with frustration. "Do you really think I'd dig my own grave?""I'll call them," Bill started to say, but before he could finish, the door swung open again. This time, it was Judy and Zack. "Mom, calm down. When you were dating Dad, didn't you already know how much of a flirt he was? You're just the product of his infidelity. Now that he has a mistress, why are you so upset and angry?"Zack was good at defusing tension, spreading his arms as if to block Judy, his posture awkward but well-meaning. "Get out of my way, you traitor! How dare you help that bastard! You're not even my son anymore!" Judy was fierce and domineering. She shoved Zack aside, took a few steps for
Zack was rambling, but Angela couldn't focus on his words. Her mind was occupied with the possibility that someone else had leaked the information.She remained silent. Dexter and Fiona weren't the gossiping type either."Hey, Dad's here," Zack suddenly said, then dashed off. Before Angela could react, Bill walked in with an angry face."You're so dishonest, Angela. You're simply outrageous!" Bill's eyes were bloodshot with fury, and a cold menace radiated from him. "I didn't do it," Angela said, her expression unchanged. "You might want to check if the rumors leaked from somewhere else." "If it wasn't you, then who else could it be? You've taken the shares, and my reputation is about to be ruined. I didn't expect you to—" "I told you it wasn't me. Can you guarantee that you've kept the mother-son trio hidden so well all these years? Has no one else found out, or could they have accidentally let it slip?" Angela coldly glared at him. "It's impossible," Bill fumed, pacing
Dexter turned his head with a disgruntled expression, ignoring Fiona. At least she had been there to keep things from getting awkward; without her, he wasn't sure how things would have gone. Other people's mothers-in-law were typically considered nuisances or troublemakers, but Angela's had turned into an asset. "Mom, I must thank you this time, too. I toast to you." This time, Angela stood up steadily and respectfully raised a glass to Fiona. The atmosphere between the three of them was strange, yet oddly harmonious. On the way back, Angela slept on Fiona's shoulder the entire ride, her phone ringing constantly. Fiona grew a bit irritated and opened Angela's bag to check her phone. To her surprise, it was a voice message from Trevor. "When did she start talking to Trevor?" Fiona's voice turned cold. "Delete it," Dexter glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his gaze sharp. Fiona raised an eyebrow, quickly deleting the message. But soon, Trevor sent another message
Dexter and Fiona were two people who were not to be underestimated. With a mere snap of their fingers, they could ruin him. Bill stood no chance against them. "Angela, I'm your father. You—""The pen is here." Angela ignored his fake tears and placed the pen on top of the contract without a second glance. "You are threatening and slandering me. Angela, you are simply outrageous. Your father is alive and well, and here you are, trying to usurp the throne. How could you be so unreasonable!" Bill completely lost his composure; his finger pointed accusingly at Angela, his eyes blazing with fury. Angela nearly laughed in disbelief. Usurp the throne? Did this guy really think of himself as an emperor? "Mr. Graham, I advise you to be kind." At this moment, Dexter, who had been sitting silently by, suddenly spoke up, his tone calm and unusually soothing. Fiona chimed in as well, "Is it just a portion of the shares you're losing, or are you also losing your reputation and the compan
Bill finally snapped out of his daze, irritation clearly etched on his face. "This matter is over. After all, it was Hector's fault. Let's just move on and not stir up any more trouble," he said impatiently. Nora, as usual, was coming up with bad ideas. If it weren't for her connections and her ability to bring in business, he would have fired her long ago."This isn't acceptable! She's simply—""Enough." Bill waved his hand dismissively. "I know what I'm doing."Nora fumed with frustration, but seeing that there was nothing more she could do, she reluctantly left the office.As she reached the door, she unexpectedly ran into Angela, Dexter, and Fiona.Nora was wary of Dexter, so she hurriedly walked past them.Once she was out of earshot and in a more secluded area, she paused and glanced back at the trio's retreating figures. Something felt off. Could something be happening?Nora secretly walked back and stood behind a big plant pot by the door."Oh, Dexter, Mrs. Bamford,
Dexter sighed lightly. "Your dad arranged for her to stay in the same neighborhood as Judy, though it's a couple of buildings apart." "I can't believe it." Angela laughed bitterly in anger. "Doesn't he worry about being found out? Judy's not exactly a submissive person. If she finds out, she'll tear him to pieces.""There's also a paternity test report," Dexter said indifferently, picking up a document. "With this, you can go directly to Bill and make demands. I suggest you ask for shares, starting with 20%.""But as far as I know, Bill only owns 60%. Will he really give me a third of that?" Angela was so overwhelmed that she could barely think clearly anymore.Dexter placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking each word with determination. "I'll go with you. Even if we have to use threats or persuasion, we'll make sure to get it."The next morning, Angela got up early. In fact, she hadn't slept all night, and her eyes were swollen, dark circles heavy beneath them."You're about t
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
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