Jason stared at Fiora for several seconds before saying calmly, "You could have had a perfect life, but because you insist on marrying a divorced man, you made a mess of your life. Look at yourself. Isn't that bad enough?"Fiora wanted to say something but couldn't refute him. If she hadn't fallen for Stanley, her life would indeed be perfect."I've told you before, I can arrange for you to study anything at any college of your choice, but you refuse. You waste your days with that bunch of trash. Do you have any future?"As the youngest in a wealthy family, Fiora had been pampered her whole life and had never faced harsh words from Jason. She had enjoyed a life of freedom, doing as she pleased, which had only made her more spoiled."There's nothing I'm interested in learning. I'm done with school, I don't want to go back," she insisted. She simply wanted to live a carefree life.She didn't need to earn money; her family had endless wealth. There was nothing wrong with enjoying l
Donahue was speechless.What an explosive temper!Would this kind of situation become a daily occurrence?Turning to Jason in shock, he asked, "Why did you kick me? When did you become so violent? Also, that was just a strategy. Strategy, understand? I need to pretend to be Fiora's ally to get along with her. You need to be the bad guy so that we have something to talk about and bond over. You've seen her foul temper; I need to pull some tricks to placate her, or I'll have chaos every day."Jason shot him a cold glare. "Don't bullshit her."Donahue rubbed his backside while saying, "Do you want me to take you to the airport?""No need," Jason answered. He looked at Fiora's door and said, "She's innocent, so don't tell her something like that. She'll actually believe you."Donahue nodded. "Alright, alright. I'll tell my driver to take you to the airport."Jason agreed with a slight nod. When he got into the car, he suddenly remembered his phone was still in the study. "Samuel,
On the day Iris Glover was prosecuted in court by her husband, it was snowing heavily.From their courtship to their marriage, they had been together for seven years. She had always believed in his love for her; they were happy together. However, everything changed when he personally prosecuted her in court because of an accusation made by Wendy Rain.During the trial, the judge stated the case: "On November 23rd, during a drunk driving checkpoint on Westfield Road, a prohibited substance was discovered in the vehicle driven by the defendant, Ms. Iris Glover. We are here today to address these charges.""Prosecutor, please present your statement."Stanley Stein stood tall in a black suit, exuding seriousness. When he looked at his wife, there was only disappointment and indifference in his eyes. "On November 23rd, Ms. Glover drove a white car, license plate V8861, in which five grams of prohibited substance was found. Ms. Glover claims Ms. Wendy Rain had called her to pick up her i
Iris turned to Stanley.It turned out that the word divorce was not as difficult to utter as she had imagined."I won't divorce you; you know that very well," Stanley replied, his expression cold."As a lawyer, you know very well that if I was pronounced guilty, I would have gone to prison...""In light of the evidence, I had no choice...""No, you chose to believe Wendy over me," Iris pinpointed the issue. He did not believe her. Perhaps, in his heart, Wendy was more important, so he hoped Iris would be the one to go to prison rather than Wendy."Let's just go home," he said, walking down the steps.Iris adjusted her coat against the biting wind as she followed him toward the car, the chill cutting across her face.Inside the car, silence enveloped them, almost suffocating in its weight.Upon arriving home, Stanley did not get out of the car. After Iris stepped out, he simply drove away.She watched him leave without saying a word. He must be worried about Wendy's impending investi
She wasn't in the kitchen.She wasn't in the bedroom either.He pulled out his phone to call her and found that the screen was filled with transaction notifications. Because he did not want to be disturbed, he had put the phone on silent mode.He reviewed the transaction records.[XX Bank] These are the transactions made on November 29th from your account ending in 0081:15:17: Transaction of $5,03415:26: Transaction of $9,88915:45: Transaction of $5,00016:00: Transaction of $13,80016:12: Transaction of $11,000...The long list of transactions made him frown. He tried calling Iris, but there was no answer, intensifying his frustration. It wasn't the money that annoyed him; rather, her absence left him feeling empty. He tugged at his collar irritably. It felt suffocating despite not being tight.He decided to distract himself with work and headed to the study.When he entered the study, he immediately spotted the divorce agreement on the desk along with Iris' wedding rin
Iris nodded and said, "That's me."The courier replied, "I have a delivery for you." He handed her the receipt. "Please sign here."After signing, she returned the receipt and received a document envelope from him. She thanked him and closed the door.Opening the envelope, she found the divorce agreement she had drafted inside, now bearing Stanley's signature. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Setting the envelope aside, she opened her laptop.The signed agreement confirmed his consent to the property division.Property division required specific procedures, including documentation like her ID. She made copies, provided her bank card information, opened a fund account, and drafted a power of attorney, stating that due to personal reasons, she could not handle the divorce proceedings herself, so she entrusted Stanley Stein to act as her divorce lawyer to handle the proceedings on her behalf.After organizing the required documents, she packed everything back into the envelope a
Professor Aston had also reached retirement age, but he had benefited from Stanley's success."I've let Professor Sandler down," Iris said, turning to look out the window. Professor Sandler had invested so much in her, even giving her more attention than his own granddaughter, Yvonne. Yet, she had repaid his faith with disappointment, ultimately leading to his humiliation and early retirement. And it was all because she was blinded by love.Tears brimmed in her eyes."Oh, don't blame yourself. That stubborn old man and Professor Aston have always been at odds. It's been so long, so stop dwelling on it," Yvonne comforted, feeling flustered at Iris' tears.To lighten the mood, she said with a chuckle, "Besides, if we're talking about making him angry, you can't even compare to me. He wanted to groom me as his successor, but I ended up in finance. He was so upset he didn't eat for three days!"Professor Sandler had been trying to nurture Yvonne since she was young but she honestly had no
Iris hurriedly said, "Hi. I'm Professor Sandler's student."There was a brief silence on the other end. "I'm busy right now."Iris cautiously replied, "That's okay. I can meet whenever it's convenient for you.""After six o'clock. Where would you like to meet?""Up to you; I'm fine with anywhere.""After six o'clock, come to the law firm, Golden Path Law.""Okay."Click. The call ended. Iris blinked a few times. 'This guy is pretty cold,' she thought.It was still morning. With the meeting scheduled for after six, she had the entire day ahead of her. She called Yvonne to see if she could meet to discuss the investment, but Yvonne was busy and unable to meet that day. They had no choice but to schedule for another day.Iris decided to find a temporary place to live in until the apartment renovation was complete. The renovation would take three months, and staying in a hotel long-term wasn't practical.She spent the day searching online for apartment listings but couldn't fin
Donahue was speechless.What an explosive temper!Would this kind of situation become a daily occurrence?Turning to Jason in shock, he asked, "Why did you kick me? When did you become so violent? Also, that was just a strategy. Strategy, understand? I need to pretend to be Fiora's ally to get along with her. You need to be the bad guy so that we have something to talk about and bond over. You've seen her foul temper; I need to pull some tricks to placate her, or I'll have chaos every day."Jason shot him a cold glare. "Don't bullshit her."Donahue rubbed his backside while saying, "Do you want me to take you to the airport?""No need," Jason answered. He looked at Fiora's door and said, "She's innocent, so don't tell her something like that. She'll actually believe you."Donahue nodded. "Alright, alright. I'll tell my driver to take you to the airport."Jason agreed with a slight nod. When he got into the car, he suddenly remembered his phone was still in the study. "Samuel,
Jason stared at Fiora for several seconds before saying calmly, "You could have had a perfect life, but because you insist on marrying a divorced man, you made a mess of your life. Look at yourself. Isn't that bad enough?"Fiora wanted to say something but couldn't refute him. If she hadn't fallen for Stanley, her life would indeed be perfect."I've told you before, I can arrange for you to study anything at any college of your choice, but you refuse. You waste your days with that bunch of trash. Do you have any future?"As the youngest in a wealthy family, Fiora had been pampered her whole life and had never faced harsh words from Jason. She had enjoyed a life of freedom, doing as she pleased, which had only made her more spoiled."There's nothing I'm interested in learning. I'm done with school, I don't want to go back," she insisted. She simply wanted to live a carefree life.She didn't need to earn money; her family had endless wealth. There was nothing wrong with enjoying l
Samuel blocked her way. "Mr. Just is in a meeting with Mr. Goldberg.""What are they talking about? Why can't I hear it?" Fiora glared at him. "They've been in there for over an hour. Are they talking or having sex? Step aside and let me in!" she insisted.Samuel sighed, "Miss Fiora, I'm just following orders."Fiora bit her lip in frustration. "He wouldn't let me go out for a walk and have people following me around all the time. Am I being confined?"Samuel remained silent. He didn't know if she was being confined. He was just following orders.Inside the room, Donahue teased Jason, "I'm so curious. What kind of woman would cause you to confine your own sister?""I'm not confining her. I just want you to keep an eye on her," Jason retorted."You want me to watch her 24/7. Does she have any freedom left? Why are you doing this, anyway?" Donahue asked, curiosity piqued.He knew Jason had a girlfriend now, but he had never seen her. He only knew about her existence because Samue
Stanley stepped aside, allowing Iris to pass. Iris walked past him without looking at him.He stared at her back as she walked away. The familiar neighborhood reminded him of the sweet memories they once shared there. They loved each other back then.How had he lost her and ruined his own life?"Iris, I'm sorry," he murmured softly.He walked over to a flower pond and sat down by the pond, staring blankly ahead with an unfocused gaze.He had parked his car illegally, and when the traffic police called him, he ignored the call. He watched his car getting towed away without a care.He felt drained, as if life had been sucked out of him, leaving him indifferent to everything around him. He felt like a walking corpse. He had lost the woman he loved and was trapped in a marriage he despised.At the thought of Wendy, his hands clenched tight. He must find a way to end their marriage.…When Iris reached home, she immediately called the police station for updates. She was informe
Once, her eyes held only love for him; now, they reflected deep disdain. And it was all his fault. He was the one who drove her away.He slowly released her hand, and Iris walked away firmly.Stanley stood frozen. He slowly lowered his gaze, masking the regret in his eyes. Yes, he regretted it, but it was already too late. She wouldn't take him back anymore.He smiled self-deprecatingly."Stanley..." Lester, wanting to comfort him, was met with Stanley's dismissive wave.No words could console his broken heart."Let's go," Stanley said, but he couldn't stop himself from looking back.Iris had already disappeared through the door.Lester sighed. "Stanley, why did you suddenly marry Wendy? You never told us the reason.""I don't want to talk about her," Stanley said, his voice filled with resentment.He had only married Wendy because Renee forced him to. Renee used to dislike Wendy, but for some reason, she suddenly changed her mind.Renee wouldn't tell him why, but Stanle
With a frown, Yvonne came over holding the hem of the wedding dress and kicked Henry on the calf. "Didn't I tell you to sever ties with them if you want to marry me?!"Henry quickly stood up to calm her. "I'm on it, I'm on it. But just like a breakup, cutting ties takes time. Give me some time, alright?""You better be doing it," Yvonne crossed her arms, scrutinizing him."I swear, if I lie to you, I'm a dog," Henry said, raising his palm.Iris stood up. "Stop arguing. I'm leaving." She indeed wanted to avoid running into Stanley.Yvonne nodded. "Go ahead."Feeling embarrassed, Henry added, "I'm sorry, Iris. I'll buy you dinner to make up for this.""No, it's okay, it's no big deal," Iris said, unbothered. After all, Henry was kind enough to notify her in advance."Take your time choosing," Iris told Yvonne before picking up her bag and heading downstairs.The spiral staircase required her to hold onto the railing.Unfortunately, while she was descending the stairs, Lester an
When she opened the door, she found Brad still outside. His dull eyes lit up the moment he saw her."Iris, I know you wouldn't be so cruel to me. You're not gonna let me freeze in the cold wind, right? I know you still care about me..."Iris cut him short, "You misunderstood. I came out to pick up a delivery." She then closed the door behind her and headed to the community gate.Brad felt the sting of her rejection again.When she was almost at the gate, a voice called out from behind her, "Excuse me, please wait."Iris turned back."Why are you so ruthless to Master Brad?" an elderly servant from the Vassell family confronted her. The servant watched Brad grow up and had never seen Brad being treated like this. "You should thank your lucky star that he likes you. Don't you think you're being ungrateful hurting him like this?"Raising her eyebrows, Iris retorted, "Why don't you marry him instead?"The servant blushed. "You...""What?" Iris couldn't believe a servant would ta
Iris replied, "It's my house, I can change the passcode whenever I want. I don't need your permission."Brad had no retort."Why are you here instead of recovering in the hospital?" Iris asked. "Is your leg not hurting anymore?"Brad felt aggrieved. "I came to see you because you didn't go to see me, and yet you're yelling at me."Feigning a cold attitude, Iris said, "Do I have to visit you everyday? I'm just your superior. I've already shown the necessary courtesy by visiting you the other day. You shouldn't expect more than that."Brad stared at her in disbelief, his pupils shaking. He couldn't believe how coldly Iris was treating him. It pained him."Iris..." His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Why are you being so mean to me?"Turning away to avoid his hurt expression, Iris said, "Go back to the hospital. I have a court appearance tomorrow, so I need a good night's rest."As she opened the door to enter her house, Brad called out, "Iris, I came out of the hospital just t
Iris shook her head, "I took a cab.""Oh, then you can drink. But I know you can't handle alcohol, so don't drink too much," Vince said, pouring her half a glass of wine. Iris clinked glasses with him. "Enjoy the meal. I hope you like the food," Vince said.Iris laughed, "Congratulations again on your first child.""By the way, I have something to ask you. Rachel wants to go abroad; apparently her friend has a company there and offered her a high-paying job. But I'm worried she might get scammed. You're a lawyer with broad experience, do you think it's safe?" Vince asked, pulling up a chair next to her.Iris had indeed dealt with similar cases before. "Which country is Rachel's friend's company based in?" she inquired."Canadia.""My advice for her is not to go. Although it's not as dangerous as Northern Burrma, many victims are actually transferred there from other countries. Once they reach Northern Burrma, it's hard to come back. You must have seen the news about that plac