Their family had finally earned some money in these two years, but her husband had suddenly died in a car crash. The driver hadn't even tried to run and had just waited for the police to arrive. During the interrogation, he stuck to saying that he'd been really tired and hadn't seen a person on the road. Casey's wife no doubt knew about what had happened back then and was so scared that her teeth chattered. Her husband's body was so mangled by the huge truck that she couldn't bear to look at it. Her father-in-law had also died in a car crash before, and her husband had let her listen to the voice recording. He'd just given her the pendrive, somewhat uneasily, not too long ago and told her to go to the police if anything bad happened, and now he was really dead. She couldn't think of anyone else except for Robert, who would kill to silence her husband. What terrified her even more was that the pendrive with the voice recording had gone missing.Onlookers had gathered outside the co
Diana's friends were all arrogant and self-righteous. They were easily swayed by rumors, which made them biased against people, and envy made them mock and look down on others."By the way, Diana. Is Sarah's family really in trouble?""I don't know. I wouldn't ask her.""She wouldn't have to worry even if there's trouble. The Jenners' construction company already earned a lot just by leeching off Scott Group.""I wish I could be the one that got away for some dude. I wouldn't have to worry about anything if I had a strong backer like that.""Diana, you're so smart to be close friends with Sarah for so many years. You could just ask her for help whenever you face any difficulties."Diana wasn't close to Sarah just because she wanted something from her—she really treated Sarah like her own sister. She'd explained it to her friends, but they just wouldn't believe her. She sighed and remembered that she had something to do. She left the cafe in a hurry and took a taxi to the Jenners'
"You don't have to keep bringing up things from the past," said Laurence coldly as he gripped the handle of the trolley and pursed his lips. "Okay." Laurence already knew that she wouldn't believe him. She wasn't even paying any attention and was just staring at the shelves undecidedly. Suddenly, a kid rushed up to them. The tiles were probably too slippery, and the kid couldn't stop her trolley in time, crashing right into Zoey. Zoey staggered backwards from the sudden impact, and Laurence swiftly caught her by the waist, his own hand banging hard against the shelf behind them. His hand immediately grew red. The little girl's mother hurried over and caught her daughter, apologizing fervently, "I'm so sorry. She's really too naughty. We're very sorry." Zoey glanced at the little girl, who was plump and fair. Her eyes were round and black, and Zoey found her adorable. She smiled and said, "It's okay." Then she looked at Laurence, who didn't seem angry and was staring at the litt
"Everything is difficult when you've just taken your first steps. If you don't plan on using other people for favors, then forget I ever mentioned it," said Laurence. Zoey wasn't that much of a saint. She contemplated it and said, "I'm a nobody." It wasn't as if she could gain anything just by making connections. Most people were like the director at Porters, who wanted money in exchange because they had some power and were very street smart. "I'm here, aren't I?" said Laurence. He seemed to have guessed her thoughts when she said nothing, but he didn't show that he felt slightly upset. He said, while Zoey fell into a daze, "I know you don't want to borrow my influence or show them that we know each other. Sometimes, I find you quite smart but very foolish at the same time. There is absolutely no need for you to abstain from using other people, including me. Some people are for using, and I don't mind being used right now."Zoey stayed silent for a long time after hearing what he
Zoey had noticed that when Laurence was in a good mood, they could spend time together fairly well. She couldn't help staring at him and felt relieved when she thought he didn't seem to be lying. Arguing was upsetting and a waste of energy. In the last few days, she'd tried her best to put a smile on her face around him, but if he still wasn't satisfied, then there was nothing else she could do. She could only watch him be grumpy and throw tantrums. Seeing her skeptical expression, Laurence looked down at her lazily and asked, "Am I that scary when I'm moody?" Zoey asked him back, "Do you really want to hear the truth?" He raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me the lie first then." Zoey contemplated it. "The lie is that you're not scary." She gazed at his face under the light and couldn't see any flaws even at such a close distance, but his eyes were always unfathomable. She drew back from her thoughts and said, "The truth is that you're really quite scary. Don't tell me you do
After Diana left, Katie asked curiously, "Is Miss Cole your friend?" Zoey shook her head and said no. Katie didn't have a very good impression of Diana and said, "Those ladies looked like bullies. They seemed more like they'd come to trash our studio than to show support." Zoey had a similar impression of Diana too, but she thought that Diana was quite foolish because she willingly let Sarah use her. "It's nothing. Just don't bother with her if she doesn't provoke you. If she makes your life difficult, then you don't have to be nice either."Katie blinked at Zoey and said, "Then I won't be nice, but of course, I'll still be professional when designing her villa." Zoey smiled and said, "She's just…a little spoiled, but she's very naive. I think you'll be able to deal with her." Katie had dealt with these types of rich but foolish girls at her old job, and she knew that as long as she sweet-talked them and rained exaggerated compliments on them, everything would run smoothly. "I k
Laurence went upstairs to get her medicine and quickly found the Omeprazole she wanted in the second drawer. Just as he was about to turn around and return downstairs with the bottle of pills, an inexplicable urge overcame him. He opened the lowest drawer and saw an array of colorful boxes and bottles of medicine. There were quite a shocking number of them. He crouched to read the labels on the boxes and realized that they weren't the usual kind of medicine. All the names were unfamiliar to him, and there were just so many. Why did she have so much medicine? He memorized the names on all the labels with a solemn expression and closed the drawer, going downstairs as if nothing had happened. Zoey was curled up on the couch with her hair covering most of her ashen face. Laurence poured a glass of warm water and asked, "How many pills do you need?" Zoey fought against the burning pain in her abdomen and said, "Just one is enough." Laurence popped out a pill and lifted her face ge
The word "police" drove Robert into a panic. It was an eye for an eye. What he had done back then was premeditated murder. He closed his email with shaking hands and came back to his senses. He glared at Jasmine with gritted teeth, thinking that if she hadn't given him the idea, he would never have been bold enough to order a hit on someone. He'd already had enough of the driver's son threatening him all these years! Robert no longer felt the same deep affection for Jasmine as he had last time, and he thought the saying was true. Husband and wife went their own ways when the house burned down. Not only did he hate the sight of her now, but he even blamed the whole terrible incident on her. She'd been the one to brainwash him and ask him to get rid of those people. He didn't have the balls to kill anyone. If he hadn't listened to her, then he wouldn't have someone threatening him and so many sleepless nights now. Robert asked coldly, "How much money do you have left in your bank acc