Celeste didn't question why Damon would be in the ward at night. However, she still reached out to hug him. If it wasn't for this nightmare, their marriage might've been on the verge of breaking down. But Celeste was fated to have a nightmare right at that moment, and Damon happened to be there too. After the sky turned bright, Celeste was discharged, and they headed back home together. Because of her injury, Celeste requested a leave to work from home from Sylvie. She'd still earn the commissions, but her base salary would be cut by half. "Taking good care of yourself would be the best thing you could do for Prestige. After all, we won't be having it easy if the shareholders get upset." Sylvie had gotten used to the culture and people in Taverdale over the past few months, so she could freely joke with Celeste. Meanwhile, Celeste and Damon decided to not mention about what happened, but Celeste knew that the matter wasn't resolved yet. In her diary, she noted this as the f
"I can't be bothered by that anymore. I'll just be careful." Although Celeste wasn't loud, she sounded determined. "If you utilize a fixer well, he'd be of great help to you. But if not, everything would be over for you if you get dragged into it and go to jail." "Didn't you mention that there's a fixer called Kenny Lewis who's really good at the job? Give me his contact number." Celeste decided to ignore the second half of Megan's words. Megan sighed. "Kenny retired from the industry a long while ago. In his early days, he accomplished some great things and made a lot of money. He might not even want to take up a minor deal like yours." "Where is he now?" "He's in Marksville." …After a thorough investigation, Celeste learned about Kenny's background briefly. Kenny was already in his 50s. When he was young, he was kept by a renowned wealthy woman in Taverdale for a while. After that, he was intelligent enough to be the woman's assistant and did some work. Then, for so
Of course Kenny didn't agree to that. However, Celeste wasn't in a hurry either. She ordered another plate of crabs and took her time to eat. At the same time, she came up with another idea. The next morning, the two met at the card table. Celeste looked up and smiled at him. "Mr. Lewis." "So, you know who I am. Why didn't you come over yesterday, then?" Kenny raised an eyebrow. If she knew him, it was clear that she turned him down yesterday on purpose. She probably just wanted to play hard to get and show that she was different from the other women. There was mockery in Kenny's eyes when he thought about this. Celeste caught the condescending look on his face as she casually played with the chips in her hands. She said, "If I didn't play hard to get, how would you think that I'm different from the others?" "You're honest." After she spoke her mind, Kenny felt more relaxed around her. Celeste needed his help, so she didn't dare to show off when she played cards wi
"I do need to ask you for help." Celeste sipped on her wine to regain her composure. "I thought that I could ask for your help at any price you ask for. But judging from the current situation, I'm afraid that any amount of money wouldn't be able to convince you. I could only take the harder route to persuade you." There was frustration in Kenny's eyes. He said, "How are your actions any different from talking about a brothel with a courtesan who has left the industry? Ah, there is a difference. I've worked both as a courtesan and a fixer." Kenny then sneered and stood up. "Although you're a smart woman, you show no mercy in rubbing salt in another's wound. Please leave!" Kenny's dark past had always been something that bothered him deeply. Now that he was in the upper class of the society, nobody dared to bring it up. "That's not what I meant, Mr. Lewis!" Celeste stood up to explain, but Kenny had already left. Now that her plan had failed, Celeste couldn't process what
Kenny left in a fury. After being turned away, Celeste remained where she was. The wine was made by the restaurant staff themselves, and they'd brought a full bottle of wine over. Celeste was disappointed, so she didn't hold back when she drank. She drank from 5 pm till 9 pm at night. She'd finished a whole 34-ounce bottle of wine and was a little drunk. "It's so hard to finish a task." Celeste felt weak as she lay across the table. "You're still here?" She suddenly heard someone speaking from above her head. "Kenny? Why're you back here again?" After drinking, Celeste's mind was all over the place. She even forgot to call Kenny "Mr. Lewis". Instead, she called him by his first name. Kenny was expressionless. "I promised to treat you to a meal. So, I'm back to pay the bill." Celeste didn't say a word. She simply watched as Kenny went to the front desk and swiped his card. Then, he walked back over and looked at her from above. "Now that you've failed to persuade me,
Celeste couldn't sleep for the whole night. The next morning, she called the hotel's front desk to send a cup of espresso to her room. Speaking of which, Celeste was someone who used to stay in youth hostels whenever she traveled in the past. She suddenly felt lonely and thought that she should thank Damon for being able to lead a worriless life now. After everything he provided for her, she hadn't expressed her gratitude to him. In fact, she complained that he didn't love her enough. She was greedy to have thought that way. It's not like Damon owed her anything. Not to mention, she wouldn't have been troubled by such an issue if she had stopped herself from falling for him. If she had played hard to get just like how it was from the start, she wouldn't mind if he cheated on her with other women. If that went on, it was a given that they'd divorce. And by then, she'd definitely return the pink diamond and building back to him. Suddenly, Celeste felt a pain in her ch
Phillip looked more energetic in real life than how he appeared on the TV. He wore a brilliant purple suit and sat in the middle of the room with a cigarette between his lips. Did Lewis just call Phillip by his first name? Could Phillip be his godfather? Celeste knew that this couldn't be just a simple family dinner. But she remained calm as she walked over. Phillips sized Celeste up as he watched Celeste walk up to him. He joked, "The Queen of Cards is here." He had briefly heard about what she had done in the past few days. "Thanks for having me, Mr. Moore." Celeste was a little embarrassed, but she remained outwardly composed."Even Damon calls me Grandpa just like how Nicholas does. What? Do you feel pressured to do the same?" Phillip released a puff of smoke and said in dissatisfaction. He was Nicholas' grandfather? Celeste tried to make sense of the relationships between Phillip and the others. She then quickly said, "Hello, Grandpa." Only then did Phillip smile.
Damon let out a low grunt. He pressed Celeste against the wall in the elevator. He kissed her hard till her face turned into a deep shade of red. She clutched onto his chest and whimpered softly. Damon didn't stop her from scratching his chest. He bent his knee and placed it in between Celeste's legs. They pressed tightly against each other. Their breathing quickened. If someone entered the elevator at this moment, they would've felt the overwhelming hormones in the narrow and small space. "Breathe. Be a good girl." He was worried that Celeste might faint if he didn't remind her to do so. The elevator reached the top floor of the building, but the two were making out so intensely that they didn't realize it. The door opened and closed. Using his last bit of willpower, Damon pressed the door open again and carried Celeste out. When he reached the door to their room, he pulled out the room card from her bag with just one hand. As the electronic lock made a clicking sound, they