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
"Mr. Bamford?" Erica's eyes widened in disbelief.Angela was also a little confused. Nevertheless, she couldn't care less about Dexter's sudden change in attitude."300 thousand dollars. Not a penny less." Angela crossed her arms. A hint of mockery flashed across her gaze as she looked at Erica.300 thousand dollars wasn't nearly enough to compensate for the humiliation Erica had caused her in the past, but it was enough to vent her anger. "Mr. Bamford, I don't have that much money on hand right now…" Erica gritted her teeth in frustration. Under the pressure from Dexter, she could only suppress her anger and shoot Angela a sharp glare. "I'll have my sister bring the money," Erica added, drawing out each word. Luckily for her, Elena was just around the corner. She arrived at Villa Heights within 20 minutes.After hearing about the situation, Elena was slightly taken aback. "Ms. Graham, you claim that this crystal vase is worth 300 thousand dollars, but do you have any proo
"Mr. Bamford, about that event you mentioned…" "Don't even think about it!" Dexter stood up abruptly, ready to storm out, leaving Angela staring at his retreating figure. He was furious. Initially, he thought that Angela would feel angry or disappointed because he had comforted Elena. However, to his surprise, Angela was only focused on the benefits he could bring to her. Did she really think of DawnStar Design to be that important? What a joke! He'd rather invite any no-name design company to the event before allowing anyone from DawnStar to set foot into Bamford Co.!Angela's smile faded, and her expression darkened instantly. "Just so that you know, you're staying at my place for free, living off of me, and even letting others come in here to stir up trouble—and I haven't said a word about it," Angela retorted.Dexter stopped in his tracks and sneered coldly. "Then enlighten me. How much is that so-called antique crystal vase of yours actually worth?""Ten thousan
Upon hearing the news, Angela's frustration intensified further.She stood up abruptly and rushed to the nursing room. "There's no point in crying now, Celine! The data is all gone, and you were the only one here just now. How do you expect me to believe you?" Nora stood at the door of the nursing room in a commanding stance."It wasn't me! I was just here to feed my baby. My baby is still crying right now. I don't have the time or intention to touch your laptop. You're accusing me for no reason!"Celine Howe, an employee at DawnStar Design, had gotten married last year and given birth a few months ago. Due to her family's financial situation, she had chosen to breastfeed her baby. Earlier this afternoon, her mother-in-law had brought her baby over for feeding. However, a few minutes after she entered the nursing room, the door was kicked open, and Nora came barging in. She took a brief glance at her laptop and immediately accused Celine of deleting her confidential files."I
"Don't worry. We can't just let this slide." Angela reassured Celine, patting her on the back gently. Then, she turned to Nora and said, "If you think I'm being biased, let's investigate this issue together and see what really happened."Nora's expression darkened; the displeasure in her eyes grew even more evident. Her fury was at its peak, yet she could do nothing but swallow it down.Angela quickly called in the IT staff to restore the data on Nora's laptop. To everyone's surprise, Nora immediately objected. "My laptop contains confidential information. How could they look at it?"Angela was speechless. "We can have them sign a non-disclosure agreement. If anything leaks, they'll be held responsible. Do you still have a problem with that?" She shot Nora a brief glance, her gaze carried a hint of disdain. Soon, Clara brought over the non-disclosure agreement prepared by the company's legal department and politely handed them to the two technicians. The two technicians
Before Stephen came in, Angela had just sat back down at her desk. She was deep in thought about how to get tickets to Bamford Co.'s industry training event from Dexter.Suddenly, Stephen knocked on her door and entered her office. "What are you up to, Ms. Graham?"Stephen was a man in his early 30s. He was tall and slim with a calm and composed personality. He had a close relationship with Callum. Angela had a good impression of him so far. She got up from her seat and poured him some tea. "Nothing much; just thinking about a few things. What brings you here, Mr. Turner?""Ms. Graham, I came to talk about what happened earlier today. Nora acted recklessly today—it was indeed her fault. I wanted to apologize on her behalf."As soon as he started speaking, Angela immediately understood what he was there for."Don't worry about it," she said, keeping her response short. Stephen continued, "When Mr. Snowden appointed you as the head of the design department, many of us made a b
"You've all seen the rules," Angela began, her sharp, unwavering gaze sweeping across the room. "Mr. Snowden has only given us two days. This time, we must shine for ourselves! Are you confident you can do that?"The 20 people in the room exchanged hesitant glances, but none dared to voice absolute confidence.They were still haunted by the oppression they had endured under Nora's leadership.Seeing the bowed heads of her team, Angela felt a wave of frustration but tempered it with an understanding of their struggles."Ashley, we do want to win for Division 1, but Division 2 has more than 80 people, and we're only a quarter of their size. Plus…""Plus what?" Angela interrupted before Clara could finish. "Numbers don't matter if you've got the right people. So what if they have more people? Only one in eight of their members might make it. For us, it's one in every two. What's there to fear?"Her fierce gaze swept across the room, and after a brief pause, she declared boldly, "Don
Angela instinctively glanced at Fiona."Wrongdoings deserve punishment," Fiona said with a faintly grim expression, casting a cold look at the flustered Talia. "You have three days to recover all the stolen items. If not, don't expect me to show any leniency."Talia's tears flowed like a river. The stolen items had already been sold; how could she possibly get them back?"Fiona, isn't this too harsh? If her family had the money, would she have resorted to this? It's clear you have no intention of letting them off." Ursula's voice carried a cold edge, her growing frustration with Fiona evident."And if you were handling this, what would you do?" Fiona replied, her tone sharp yet faintly amused. She fixed her gaze on Ursula, her eyes unyielding. "Since you're so kind-hearted, why not pay for their medical expenses and redeem Natalie's valuables yourself?"Ursula's expression darkened, and she retorted coolly, "What does this have to do with me?"She had only come to watch the drama
Using her position, Talia had entered the room once occupied by the late Natalie, stolen valuables, and taken a few small antique vases from storage, hiding them beneath the floorboards in her room. The stolen items were discovered during the search, leaving no room for denial."She's the one, Dad," Fiona said coldly, her tone laced with anger.The servant, Talia, immediately showed fear, casting a quick, terrified glance at Fiona before lowering her head and trembling.Angela observed the scene, an uneasy feeling settling in her chest."Talia, you've worked here for over eight years. You're practically a veteran in this household. What made you do something so reckless?" Joseph asked with a heavy sigh.Talia, in her early 30s, had been working for the Bamford family alongside her husband, drawn by the generous benefits."Sir, I had no choice," Talia began, her voice breaking. "My son was diagnosed with acute leukemia. He needs money for treatment. I tried asking Madam Fiona for
Angela was nearly choked by Fiona's words.Good grief, Fiona's way of thinking was way too bold."Mom, do you have to be this blunt? Could you at least pretend to say something comforting?" Angela said, caught between laughter and exasperation."What's the point of that?" Fiona replied, unbothered. "Feelings are what they are. If they're gone, they're gone. No use clinging to something that's already lost. Look at me and Dexter's father—we haven't spoken in over a year. The last time we exchanged words was during last year's Christmas dinner, when we said 'Merry Christmas.' And yet, here I am, living just fine."Fiona's tone carried the air of someone who had already planned out Angela's future. She spoke like a seasoned veteran of life's harsh realities."How can two people live under the same roof without any affection?" Angela forced a weak smile. The thought alone left her heart feeling heavy and dull.She had only ever loved one person in her life, only to be discarded like
"Since you know your place, stop chasing after men who don't want you. Understand?" Fiona's voice cut through the tension as she entered the room, carrying several containers of food.Clad in a sharp business suit, Fiona exuded a cold and commanding presence that sent a chill through the room.Elena froze, her face stiff with embarrassment. "Aunt Fiona, I… I was just…""Dexter and Angela are a proper married couple. They have the right and duty to care for each other," Fiona said calmly, her expression unreadable. "As an outsider, a polite inquiry is more than enough. There's no need to go out of your way, and certainly no need to show up looking so elaborately dressed when Angela is sick and unwell."Elena's eyes reddened like a scolded child's. She stammered, "Aunt Fiona, you've misunderstood. I only think of Dexter as a close friend. I… I…"Halfway through, her voice faltered.Back when Dexter and Angela's relationship was on rocky ground, rumors about Elena and Dexter had cir
By the time they arrived at the hospital, Angela was trembling all over, unable to speak due to the pain."Acute appendicitis. It needs to be removed," the doctor said bluntly.Angela flinched, instinctively grabbing Dexter's large hand, her eyes filled with fear.Surgery? She was terrified of the pain."There's no other way. Leaving it untreated will hurt even more." Dexter sighed.It wasn't a major surgery, but Angela's fear was palpable. She was taken into the operating room and came out about three hours later. The night passed in a haze of antiseptic smells as she dozed on and off in the ward.Dexter stayed by her side the entire time, refusing to rest."What's going on with you and Angela? Are you two sleeping in separate rooms?" Fiona asked as she entered the room, scrutinizing Dexter.He froze for a moment."We've been arguing lately," he admitted. "She doesn't want to share a room with me."Fiona scoffed. "You're constantly seen with other women. No wonder she's fed
Nora's face was a kaleidoscope of emotions. Just moments ago, she had been vehemently defending herself, but now her mouth seemed glued shut, unable to form a single word.In the end, the matter escalated to Callum.Angela's proposed resolution was straightforward: terminate Nora's employment."This woman has nothing but ill intentions and is a constant source of trouble," Angela said coldly."I've already agreed to apologize, and you…""I don't accept it," Angela interrupted, her icy gaze cutting through Nora. "Someone as selfish as you, who is willing to jeopardize the company's interests for your own gain, is a liability. Keeping you around will only lead to bigger problems."Nora fell silent, instinctively looking to Stephen for help. He was the only one she could count on now."Mr. Snowden, Nora is under my supervision. I take responsibility for her actions," Stephen said, his voice hoarse and heavy."Then let her work at reception," Callum replied without looking up. "If
Clara froze, confused by the sudden turn of events."Angela, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you out of my mind?" Nora snapped."Enough. Be quiet." Angela rubbed her temples. "You're giving me a headache."Without another word, Angela turned to her laptop, pulled up a video with a few swift clicks, and played it for everyone.The footage showed their former colleague, Rachel Carter—a petite woman often seen in a sunflower-patterned dress. She had a delicate and pleasant appearance.In the video, Rachel accidentally bumped into Clara in passing, causing a piece of clothing to fall to the ground. Rachel was quick to pick it up, glancing at it briefly before handing it back to Clara."Hey, look at this! Doesn't she have a small knife in her hand?" Alan's sharp eyes caught the detail immediately.His comment drew everyone's attention to the screen. He paused the video, zoomed in on the frame, and pointed. "Right here, see? That's a knife!"A murmur spread through the crowd as p
Even so, Angela kept one thing in mind—she knew that Nora wouldn't let things slide so easily. They were bound to find another excuse to stir up trouble, so she waited patiently.She didn't expect it to happen so quickly."Ms. Graham, that gown cost two million dollars just to make. And yet you casually dismissed it? How am I supposed to explain this to the company?"Nora stood with her arms crossed, her expression blank but her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.Angela remained calm, seated at her desk, reviewing the submitted design drafts. Occasionally, she paused to give feedback."Nora, I hadn't planned on holding you accountable for this, but what are you doing now? Are you volunteering to take the blame?" Angela glanced at her with faint amusement, her tone as light as a feather.Over the past few days, Angela had already looked into everything she needed to know. She couldn't fathom why Nora would still try to escalate things.Nora froze, a fleeting panic flashing t