"Mr. Lee, I’ve been waiting so long to see you..." Jackson stretched out his hand, eager to establish a connection.
The bodyguards immediately blocked him: "Mr. Lee has important matters to attend to. Business talks will be tomorrow."
"It’s not business!" Jackson struggled, trying to push forward. "It’s a personal matter, a personal matter!"
The bodyguards hesitated for a moment.
Then, Chris’s voice cut through: "Who’s blocking the way? Move them aside."
Jackson knew that if he delayed Chris in finding the boss, he’d be the one held responsible!
Seeing that his initial approach wasn’t working, Jackson shouted loudly, "Mr. Lee, why is Wilson Group cutting off cooperation with Milton's Group? There was no warning at all! What should I do about all the steel I’ve stockpiled!"
The bodyguards had no patience for his shouting and immediately cov
Meanwhile, on another livestream, things weren’t going as smoothly in pretty girl's stream. The viewers were relentless, urging MrBigbro to send another 50 meteor showers. 【Love pretty girl: MrBigbro, can you really put up with this?】 【Hope it's You: MrBigbro, keep it going!】 【Take a Look: MrBigbro can't be out of steam, right?】 MrBigbro, being an internal staff member of the platform, didn’t mind sending a few gifts, but he wasn’t foolish either. With a cigarette in his mouth, he typed, 【MrBigbro: Another 50 meteor showers? Is that what Sister pretty girl wants too?】 pretty girl, though unwilling, forced a smile and replied, “Of course not, MrBigbro. Just having you come to my live stream makes me so happy! You’ve always been so generous, and you’ve already sent so much today—MrBigbro, you’re truly amazing!” The small
“Mr. Lee, this is the place.” The luxury vehicle stopped at a street corner. Chris looked skeptically at the narrow, old stone alley and furrowed his brows. “Are you sure?” How could the boss be in a place like this? Nearby, there was a vegetable market, with elderly people bargaining for produce. Chris had never set foot in a place like this since he entered the business world. Assistant Ken, who was always calm, said, “This is indeed ClearWater Alley. Or would you prefer to go to the hospital across the street to find someone?” “Hospitals? No, no.” Chris pointed to the alley. “This is fine. Let’s go in.” The boss would never go to a hospital—she hated the smell of blood. With that, Chris jumped out of the car, followed by a row of black-suited bodyguards. The scene looked
“Uncle, why are you still trying to deceive me?” The person who entered wasn’t anyone else—it was Chris, laughing heartily with a smug expression on his face. Uncle Will, startled, quickly hid behind Amelia. Amelia lifted her eyes slightly, her gaze calm and indifferent, her face still stunningly beautiful and captivating. It was impossible not to notice her. As soon as Chris entered, his eyes fell on the young girl, but he didn’t immediately recognize her as someone connected to his boss. With his bodyguards in tow, he confidently walked further inside. “Kid, is your elder around? I’m not feeling too well, and I saw your live stream online, so I thought I’d come check on you.” Chris knew how to play the game. Since the boss lived in a place like this, it was clear she preferred to keep her identity low-profile. However
Assistant Ken still couldn't believe it. His hands were still trembling as he adjusted his glasses. If Jackson ever found out the boss's true identity, he'd regret it for sure! Now, Assistant Ken understood why Mr. Will had entrusted certain projects to Milton's small company—it was all because of the big boss! Holding his glasses, Assistant Ken opened his mouth: "... Boss, you..." "It seems Assistant Ken has recognized me," Amelia said, a faint smile playing on her lips, her dark eyes gleaming. Assistant Ken quickly explained, "I didn’t know it was you back at the Milton family villa. If I had, I would have... I would have..." "I didn’t want anyone to know," Amelia casually played with her teacup, her voice calm. "You did the right thing." Chris, confused, asked, "Milton family villa? What’s this about?" Assistant Ken lowered his gaze, "Mr. Lee, I&
"I... I... this..." He really didn’t know how to explain himself anymore!In the end, it was Amelia who rescued him. She softly comforted the old lady, "Grandmother, he was introduced by the Hart family and has appeared on our LA TV station.""Appeared on TV!?" Mrs. Victoria’s attitude changed immediately. She looked at Chris, "Then he’s a distinguished guest. We must treat him well!"Chris now began to feel lucky for having appeared on television these past two days."No need for that. I—"Amelia interrupted him with a smile, "Yes, we do need to treat him well. I'll take him to a restaurant later.""Right, we should go to a restaurant," Mrs. Victoria added. People of their age may not trust much, but they certainly believed in TV recommendations, "Your Grandpa Hart still thinks about us."Chris: ... Hart? Which Hart? Who is that?Amelia gave him a look, "Our principal is always like this. You know
Jackson had his own little tricks. With such a grand entrance, it was easy for anyone to notice when Mr. Lee arrived. He could ask Uncle Will and Emma to inquire about where Mr. Lee went, and it wouldn’t be hard to find out which restaurant he was at. If that didn’t work, he would just go find the old lady! But before he could even make it inside, he saw Assistant Ken standing guard outside a copper drum hotpot restaurant. And the table by the window was none other than Chris! Jackson was stunned. He had been eating at this copper drum hotpot since he was a child, and the place was small and run-down. How could someone like Mr. Lee, such a big shot, be eating here? In reality, it was Amelia who chose the place. When Amelia did things, she prioritized convenience: "More meat, Elijah loves it." Chris, with a smile that bordered on flattery, said, "Bring 20 plates of lamb!" Eli
"Amelia!?" How could it be that girl?! Jackson stepped back in disbelief, nearly stumbling. If it weren’t for the bodyguards catching him, he might have collapsed right there. Mr. Lee, who had even canceled a business meeting just to see someone, was actually meeting with Amelia?! How could that be?! Jackson was dragged a meter away and slowly regained his composure, but by then, it was too late to rush back inside and see clearly. He couldn’t be mistaken—it was definitely Amelia! And she was sitting with the old lady, the same one who had picked up that little beggar all those years ago! But how could that girl have any connection to Mr. Lee? Jackson racked his brain, then suddenly had a flash of insight. "Live stream!" he murmured to himself. "I remember Mary said the old lady was doing live streaming with that girl!"
The elderly neighbors in the alley, just finishing their morning exercise, saw Amelia standing in front of the medical clinic, fiddling with something."Amelia, what are you up to?" someone asked, looking up at her.Amelia yawned, still looking like she hadn’t fully woken up, exuding a lazy and beautiful charm. "Streaming.""Streaming?" The neighbors were surprised! Although live streaming had become quite common these days, they typically saw it on apps like TikTok and often watched from their phones, but in real life, they had never been exposed to it. Now, they all gathered around, curious to see how she was going to do it.Amelia didn’t hide anything and chose the most popular video platform, one that was actively supporting new streamers. The platform had policies to promote new accounts, so even if she was a beginner, as long as she started streaming at a specific time, she would get a small three-minute recommendation boos
"Still, you should probably avoid talking about her and that man’s affair too much—it’s all about public perception.""Oh, I know," Carrie replied. "It’s just us chatting! Her PR team already released a statement denying everything, but the netizens aren’t buying it. Some media outlets are still camping outside the hospital, trying to confirm if she was really pregnant and got dumped. My friend has always marketed herself as pure and innocent—this scandal needs to be cleaned up ASAP!"She straightened up in her chair."If you can fix this, my friend will definitely send you a huge red envelope!"Mia hesitated for a moment, clearly tempted."No need for that," she finally said, pretending to be selfless. "I just know this has been stressing you out, so I want to help.""Mia, you’re the best!"Carrie blew several kisses into her phone."Be honest, Mia—do you read fortunes or something? Everything you say always comes true!"Mia smirked mysteriously."That’s not something I can discuss."
"They'll probably try to smooth things over and get the Crawford family to spare her.""But over time, the Cromwell family will grow tired of this constant manipulation. That girl has no idea how miserable her end will be!"The people nearby nodded in agreement."At the very least, we have to acknowledge her abilities for now," one scholar remarked. "Saving Mr.Cromwell proves that her medical skills are indeed impressive."Mr. Crawford scoffed."It was just luck."What he truly coveted was the ancient acupuncture manual his student possessed.If he could get his hands on it, his status would be solidified.After all, when he observed Mia’s needling techniques, her movements were still unrefined.But now, obtaining the book seemed nearly impossible.The Crawford family might have already gotten to it first.Mr. Crawford narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.Meanwhile, Mia rushed back to school, her face pale as a sheet.She had called Uncle Crawford many times, but he never picked up.It
In social circles, Mia had always maintained the image of an orphan—A narrative designed to highlight her talent.Even when Jackson came looking for her, she claimed he was just a distant cousin.And thanks to this daughter, Jackson managed to climb his way up to a small-time contractor.People’s impression of her was that she was simple, well-mannered, and somewhat pitiful.After all, for a young person new to New York, life wasn’t easy. Some of the older generation naturally wanted to lend her a hand.Who would have thought—she had the Crawford family backing her all along?But now, the Crawford family was clearly trying to distance themselves from the Adler family scandal, treating her like a discarded pawn.The scholars exchanged glances and subtly stepped away from her.Evelyn was still under investigation in LA.Once upon a time, Mr. Adler had been highly respected in New York’s medical circles—now, he wasn’t even allowed to leave his courtyard.And don’t think the storm has pa
Today, if Mia’s reputation collapsed, the Crawford family would have a much harder time manipulating things behind the scenes.That was why Ernest stepped forward.He glanced at Secretary Frank, then at Amelia."Since things have come to this, why not show some mercy?" He spoke with a seemingly benevolent tone. "After all, you are in the medical field too. A true healer has a compassionate heart. Just because you saved Mr.Cromwell doesn’t mean you should completely cut off another doctor’s path."Amelia was sharp.Just by looking at his face, she could immediately match him to the information she had read.Seeing that the Crawford family couldn't resist jumping out, her eyes held a hint of amusement."I was wondering who had the power to whitewash Evelyn’s apprentice," she mused, "turns out it’s the Crawford family."One sentence—Ernest’s expression turned dark."Young lady, you should speak with evidence.""Mia’s mother’s surname is Crawford," Amelia said casually. "She’s already in
Mr. Hart had never seen a young person with such a thick skin before.When he got home, he was definitely going to beat his grandson!What kind of friends was he making?!(Denis: Achoo! The weather dropped just like that. Guess it’s time to ask Grandpa for some money to buy a down jacket.)Denis had no idea that his so-called "fairy-like" Mia had just put on an entire tea ceremony performance for his grandfather in front of everyone.Given Mr. Hart’s status, it was beneath him to continue engaging with her.Pushing the issue further would be undignified.Mia had bet on this.Mr. Hart was a respected elder in the medical field, a man of scholarly integrity.In this situation, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to argue with her.That’s why she played this card.But she miscalculated one thing—And that was Amelia.It didn’t matter what kind of tea tactics Mia tried—Amelia could spill the tea right back."So, according to you, you were 'forced' to become Evelyn’s apprentice?" Amelia smi
After all, even with Mia’s impressive acupuncture skills, there were still illnesses she couldn’t treat.Sometimes, she even made mistakes.The only explanation Dave could come up with was that his old friend was exaggerating to help his disciple transfer schools.Thinking himself witty, he said, “Peter, you want to promote the younger generation, but you don’t have to go as far as giving her the credit.”"Give her credit? Secretary Frank is right here. Do you think I could just 'give' credit like that?"Mr. Hart remained upright and righteous as he turned to Mia, who was deliberately trying to lower her presence."Your student once apprenticed under Evelyn Adler. She should know exactly who saved Mr. Cromwell."Mr. Hart had never intended to put a junior on the spot.That’s why, when he first saw Mia, he had said nothing.But every single word she spoke was aimed at stepping on Amelia, belittling her as if she was worthless.He could no longer tolerate it."Amelia had the highest lev
"Secretary Frank, it’s really been a long time! The last time we met was in Mr. Cromwell’s office."Dave’s attempt to curry favor was blatantly obvious.But Secretary Frank didn’t extend his hand, only giving him a brief glance.Dave didn’t mind the cold attitude, instead eagerly trying to find a topic of conversation. "So, what brings you here?""I’m here to pick up Peter." After deciphering Amelia’s silent cue, Secretary Frank ignored the old scholar and walked straight to Mr. Hart. "Peter, Mr. Cromwell knew you were meeting an old friend today, so he specifically instructed me not to show up too early. He wanted you to finish your business first before bringing you to the Cromwell estate. Ever since parting ways in LA, Mr. Cromwell has been thinking about you."The moment these words fell—The entire room went dead silent.Secretary Frank’s demeanor was like an invisible slap, landing hard on their faces.Dave visibly stiffened.Those who had been loudly accusing Amelia and Mr. Har
"Time really spares no one, huh? Even the rule-abiding Peter finds himself in a difficult spot now."The elderly scholar patted Mr. Hart on the shoulder."Peter, we’re both getting on in years. My memory isn’t what it used to be—I completely forgot we had an appointment. And honestly, this isn’t the right place to discuss your junior’s school transfer.""Transfer?" Mia feigned surprise. "Mr. Hart, Sister’s grades wouldn’t allow for a transfer, would they? Hasn’t she always studied at your vocational school?"As soon as she said this, many scholars turned to look their way.The elderly scholar made no move to stop her.Mr. Hart instantly understood what was happening, and his heart sank.Before coming here, he had reassured Amelia that everything would be fine.But now, even an old friend had become unrecognizable.Amelia, ever perceptive, knew that anything Mr. Hart said now would only invite further ridicule. She spoke up herself:"Mr. Hart, out of old friendship, you turned down an
At the Special Cases Meeting—Several investigators were reviewing Rowan on the screen."Boss sent this guy?""Yeah, Boss said he’s special and could help with the case.""When is Boss coming back?""After stabilizing their studies.""Their studies? You’re joking, right? What does Boss need school for?""Don’t believe me? See for yourself."The room fell into silence as everyone stared at the chat logs.What kind of force could actually make their Boss go to school?No need to ask—the answer was social obligations.Meanwhile, Amelia had been waiting at the bookstore near the school with Mr. Hart.Their appointment was for 2 PM. It was already 4 PM, yet the other party still hadn’t shown up.Mr. Hart had finished his tea and was about to send a follow-up message when a group of scholarly-looking individuals entered.One elderly man at the front chuckled, "I must say, I’m very pleased with my student. Even Mr. Fisher praises her—says she’s a prodigy at acupuncture and sharp in analyzing