"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
Angela was taken aback. She hadn't realized that a doctor could pick up on her emotions just by checking her pulse. She couldn't help but wonder if Kenneth was trying to hint at something.She cleared her throat softly and took a quick glance at Fiona. Then, she lowered her head and remained silent. Kenneth seemed to catch on. He quickly said, "Don't worry, Angie. There's no need to hold back with me. Besides, this is about something that could directly impact your ability to have children—we need to address the problem, no matter how small it is. Understand?""That's right. Tell us what's wrong, Angie." As if she realized something, Fiona frowned slightly. Angela lifted her head, her eyes filling with tears. "Mom, I didn't want to say this at first… but for the sake of having a child with Dexter, could you please stop criticizing me and threatening divorce? As for the matter of not being good enough for him… I understand. After all, there's no one worthy enough of him in y
The next morning, Angela arrived at the office in a great mood. She couldn't wait to share the exciting news with Division One of the Design Department."In three days, we'll be heading to Bamford Co. to attend their industry training event. Let's go see for ourselves what it is that makes the event so special."With just a few words, the room went silent as everyone processed the news in disbelief.Within minutes, the announcement spread throughout the design department, and soon, even other departments in the company caught wind of it.Callum also heard about the news and called Angela into his office to confirm the details.Upon discovering that Angela had secured the opportunity through Fiona, Callum couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile."Attending such a prestigious event is great news, but could you perhaps take a few from Division Two along as well, Ms. Graham? Otherwise, I'm afraid it might stir up some tension within the team."Since Callum had now brought
"Don't worry about it," Angela replied with a faint smile. She seemed entirely unbothered.The group walked past them with a mocking expression, further infuriating everyone from Division One. "What's there to be smug about?" Clara huffed. She glared at their retreating figures, too angry to say anything else.The others felt the same—frustrated but utterly powerless.After a while, Alan chucked awkwardly to break the silence. "Ms. Graham, maybe we should just head back?""I agree. This event doesn't even seem worth attending, "George added dismissively."Exactly. What's so great about it anyway? Why do they have to be so particular about a ticket? We shouldn't have to tolerate that!" Alicia Sloan, another employee under Division One, chimed in.Angela chuckled helplessly. "Don't worry, everyone. She'll be here soon."The team exchanged puzzled looks. Although they were disheartened, they couldn't bring themselves to leave and make things difficult for Angela.Soon, the secur
As she finished speaking, Fiona shot a quick glance at the woman sitting beside Dexter. She added coldly, "You'd better keep your distance from women like her. Don't say I didn't warn you."Dexter was taken aback. What was going on?He couldn't help but wonder if Angela had cast some spell on Fiona.How did she manage to change Fiona's opinion of her so quickly?Dexter was irritated. It wasn't just Angela cozying up to Fiona—she was also working for DawnStar Design, his rival company. The owner of DawnStar Design, Callum Snowden, was the only person he truly considered a competitor in the industry. The design industry was relatively niche. Therefore, every time their names were mentioned together, it was always in a way compared against each other—one being praised at the expense of the other.So, how could he allow Angela to bring DawnStar's employees into his event? How could they sit on his turf, grinning as if they belonged?Meanwhile, Angela cleared her throat, signali
Simon called on a few participants. However, most of the answers he received were vague and filled with empty cliches.His expression gradually darkened with disappointment, and the atmosphere in the hall grew tense.Just then, Elena stood up on her own and said confidently, "Mr. Rutherford, in my opinion, design is my life." Her words were vague, sounding somewhat impressive but lacking clear substance. However, Simon only paused momentarily before giving her a faint nod.Then, he pointed at Angela, signaling for her to share her thoughts.Everyone's gaze landed on her, including Dexter, who was sitting front and center in the first row.Angela was slightly taken aback but quickly composed herself. She stood up confidently and said, "I believe design is about turning challenging circumstances into something beautiful, better, and meaningful; it's about finding the beauty in life even in the toughest of times." Her description was concise yet carried a depth that left room for
Angela's expression darkened instantly.Why did Elena always have to be so persistent? And what was with her comment? She and Alan weren't even sharing the same cookie!Angela didn't bother responding. She simply took a bite of the cookie without even turning around."Ms. Graham, I grabbed some extra pastries from the refreshments table. Would you like to try some?" Elena chimed in again. "Just ignore her. She's not worth it," Angela said to Alan.Dexter sneered coldly, his gaze piercing even though Angela's back was turned to him. Everything about her seemed to annoy him.Alan and the rest of the team watched as the scene unfolded, their curiosity piqued.Was Dexter angry, or perhaps jealous? But it didn't seem like it.His gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn a hole through her.The group couldn't help but recall the rumors about Angela and Dexter not getting along—it seemed they were true.Initially, they thought that as long as he was the man Angela chose,
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