Celeste managed to arrive in Lagona around 11 am. She stated her identity as Lawrence's assistant. So it was easy for her to enter the construction site where the Radcliffe Group was building a new property. Thousands of construction workers were hard at work. Celeste wore a safety hat and a white cashmere coat. She walked past everyone in her three-inch tall heels. Anyone passing by would check her out. The project was still in the initial stage of design. There were only a few men in charge and architects from the York family. They were standing around the site to take measurements and draft. Celeste recognized their uniform. And so, she walked around the construction site once and took some pictures as information. She pretended to be calm as she greeted them. "When will the project start?" "Pretty soon. The latest should be early next month." Not many knew of the relationship between Celeste and the York family. Those people only thought that she was a representative fr
Celeste didn't expect her to be able to get things done in just an afternoon after planning a three-day trip. After lunch, Celeste was wondering if she should change her flight. Someone with an unfamiliar number texted her. "Hello, I am Mason Cooper. We met earlier today. Are you free to have a chat with me?" Celeste had a feeling that this was the man who stared at her earlier. "Sure. What time will you be getting off work?" "Five in the afternoon." "I'll see you at Bon Cafe then." Celeste told him the location of the nearest cafe to her. …"I know who you are. You're not Shelby Longman. You're Celeste York." Mason changed out of his work uniform. He was now wearing a black cap and shirt. After taking a seat, he went straight to the point. "Okay." He didn't expose her in the afternoon. He was probably here to ask for hush money. It'd be simple if that was his intention. Celeste was thinking about how much money would she have to pay him to keep it a secret, and how
Killing people before they could retract their confession sounded like something Henry and Hannah would do. Henry destroyed three families just like that. Thinking of what he did to her mother, herself, and Caleb sent shivers down Celeste's spine. "How long have you been working for the York Group?" "More than a year. I've been waiting for an opportunity." Celeste nodded. She didn't say anything to reassure him. Everyone had their own troubles in life. She felt that nothing she said would mean much to him. She also believed that someone who could endure so much pain like Mason would be able to overcome this. Not long after the two had a chat, her phone rang. It was Damon. "Hello, darling." Celeste gestured for Mason to give her a few minutes. She walked outside after answering the call. Damon's heart went soft when he heard her call him "darling". "Hello. I have to visit the Sullivan residence at night for Mr. Sullivan's birthday celebration," he said. "Oh, okay." C
Not long after he drove away from the Sullivan residence, a blue Bugatti followed behind. It zoomed over and made a sharp turn to stop right in front of Damon's car. "Leah, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Damon hit the brake hard. His car swayed a little. "I won't let you leave my house just like that!" Leah got out of her car and stood in front of his car. It was as if she was ready to die. Frowning, Damon left his car. He lit a cigarette impatiently. "Leah, let's not make things difficult here. You can't force someone into a relationship." "But Damon, I'm the one you liked in the past! Celeste is just an evil schemer. You're way out of her league!" Leah dashed over stubbornly and tugged at Damon's sleeve. Her eyes were red. Standing here in the cold wind of late autumn, she seemed pitiful. "That's in the past. People change." Damon sighed. "No, you're just fooled by Celeste! That bitch!" Leah started to say things in an unfiltered way. She was about to leap in
For a long time, Celeste couldn't return to her senses. She thought that she just had to marry Damon, and she wouldn't care about how much he fooled around with other women. But after all these incidents, she knew that she couldn't accept such a relationship at all. Relationship? Celeste was taken aback by her own thoughts. She thought that she just had a simple goal when she got married to Damon. How could feelings be involved now? The one who fell first would lose. Of course, Celeste understood this well enough. "Son of a bitch, what's the point of him pretending to tell me where he'd be going?" She snickered and called Megan. "Are you free? I'm back from Lagona." At the Regalia Club, Megan opened a bottle of vodka for Celeste. Watching her add a huge ice cube and different drinks in there, Megan couldn't help but laugh. "Don't blame me if you get alcohol poisoning. I'm worried that your husband will come over and destroy my whole club." "Don't talk to me about that s
"Are you going back with him?" Megan asked her tipsily. What she meant was that Celeste would be dumb to go back with him after he sat so close to another woman while taking a picture. "I guess so." Unbothered, Celeste stood up. She opened her arms wide at Damon. "Carry me." She had too many drinks and was too lazy to walk. Only then did Damon's eyebrows relax. He reached out to scoop her up into his arms. "You dummy." Although he was complaining, his eyes were gentle and loving. "Hmph," Celeste answered him with a snort. "She said that she'd cut him off. I bet they're going to stick together forever." Seeing how Damon carefully carried Celeste up and left, Megan mumbled. "Is there someone you're in love with?" Winston suddenly asked. "Ah, no." Winston was handsome and mature-looking. He had deep-set eyes, a tall nose, and distinctive facial features. For some reason, Megam felt as if she lost her ability to speak when he stared at her like that. …John had helpe
"Damon, did you hear what I said?" Celeste was still throwing a fit, but her tone was weaker. The Regalia Club wasn't far from their villa. After just 20 minutes, Damon already had her pressed into the bed.His deep eyes were transfixed on hers as he hovered over her body. Celeste sank into the soft bed. She was no longer drunk. "Sorry, I shouldn't have interfered with your private life." She turned her head away sadly. Damon was clearly upset. She must have said something wrong. She was lucky to be able to marry him. How dare she control the way he lived his life and handled his relationships? At that moment, the sadness in her eyes hurt Damon. Damn it! What was she thinking about this time? "Look at me!" Damon said loudly. He tilted her chin up with one hand. He flipped her over to look straight at him. "Why do you think I'm angry, Celeste?" What was this woman thinking about? Why did she look so hurt? "I shouldn't have interfered with your life." Celeste felt wron
"No, you haven't eaten enough food." Damon reached out to press Celeste back down on her seat. "But I'm full!" Celeste was still mad at him. She rolled her eyes at Damon. "Finish the toast. Don't make me feed you." He purposely put on a cold face. "Do you enjoy forcing others to do things? Is there something wrong with you?" Celeste glared at him angrily. That made Damon recall the amazing experience he had just a few hours ago. He burst out laughing. Seeing him laugh, Celeste instantly realized what he was thinking about. Her face turned red. Unbeknownst to them, Edna had already left them alone a while ago. Damon pulled her onto his lap. "Good girl, I'll feed you." He tore off some of the toast and put it into his mouth. It did not taste bad at all. He then tore off some more and stuffed it into her mouth. Damon force-fed half of the toast to her. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. The only thing she wanted to do was to go back to the bedroom and sl