Celeste last met Jonah when he tried to sleep with her. It had been almost half a year since then. Back then, he looked a little younger than his actual age. But he had now aged so much. He became much thinner. His cheeks and eyes were sunken. Although he had dyed his hair, he seemed much older. For a man in his 50s, people would believe it even if he said he was 70 years old. "Long time no see, Ms. York." Jonah was in a suit while holding a cross necklace. He watched Celeste with a half-smile. Celeste was untied. She tried to regain her composure. "It's been a while, Mr. Radcliffe." She looked around. They were in a courtyard surrounded by gardens. She wondered if this was where Jonah stayed regularly. Now that they had taken her phone away, she couldn't call the police. Thankfully, Jonah was castrated. He wouldn't be able to sleep with her. Celeste tried to think in a positive light. "The reason why I invited you over was to confirm something." Playing with his necklace
It was Lawrence! After knowing him for so long, it was the first time Celeste thought Lawrence looked dashing. With his back against the light, he looked godly at the garden's gate. "Lawrence, why are you here?" Celeste was surprised as she ran toward Lawrence. "Don't be scared," Lawrence said. He grabbed Celeste's hand naturally and walked out of the place. "Where's your father?" When they reached Lawrence's car, Celeste subtly removed her hand. "I drugged him, and he passed out. He wouldn't wake for some time," Lawrence said. He led Celeste to his car. He even bent down to buckle the seatbelt for her. Instinctively, Celeste avoided him because of how intimate his action was. "I'll do it myself." "Sorry," Lawrence said. Celeste was silent. She then thought about how Jonah had said he wanted to talk to Damon. She sent a WhatsApp text to him. "I'm safe now. If Jonah contacts you, he just wants to use me to threaten you to give him that piece of land. You can ignore h
Damon didn't say a word, his expression cold. Liam quickly came over to explain. "I'll talk to Mr. Radcliffe about the damages. Why don't Mr. and Mrs. Bishop find somewhere to chat?" Celeste wanted to say that she wasn't Mrs. Bishop anymore and that Liam shouldn't call her that. But seeing the murderous look in Damon's eyes, words were stuck in her throat. "Why don't we have a chat upstairs?" The pressure she felt at present was much worse than when she faced Jonah earlier. Damon was silent. But he took the lead and walked to the apartment's entrance. Celeste scanned her card and obediently led him into the lift. They went up. Opening her door, she bent down to change into house slippers. At the same time, she told Damon, "I only have slippers for Caleb. You don't have to change into them. Do you want a drink? I think I only have coffee and water." Damon didn't answer her. Confused, Celeste turned her head. She was caught off guard when Damon pressed her against the shoe
Damon slammed the door closed as he left. Sitting on the couch, Celeste heard how hard the door banged. Helpless, she covered her ears. Why did he look at her that way? Did he want to kill her? It'd be difficult to calculate how much favor she owed Damon. That was why the least she could do was to calculate all the money she owed him. Since they had loved each other before, she hoped they could part ways without owing each other anything. …Celeste was at the finance department of the Bishop Group. "Ms. York, this is how much Mr. Bishop spent on you throughout your marriage. Mr. Bishop ignored all the expenses below a million dollars. So all the significant expenses are listed on this sheet." Theo Jennings, the head of Bishop Group's finance department, was dealing with Celeste. He knew nothing about what happened between the two. When he was doing all the calculations yesterday, he sighed to himself. What was good about marrying a rich man? After divorcing him, they'd c
"Aren't you afraid that she'll—" Liam didn't finish his sentence. He felt that he shouldn't be the one mentioning this matter, so he kept quiet. "Are you saying she might think of weird ways to get what she wants?" Damon glanced at Liam. "Mrs. Bishop is a smart woman, after all." And she'd get what she wanted by any necessary means. Liam didn't say the latter part to Damon. "Anyone who dares to give her money right now will be an enemy of mine!" Damon's face was still hard and cold. He was expressionless. Of course, he knew that people were willing to give Celeste money. People like Megan, Winston, and Lawrence could easily pay off her 60 million dollars. But apart from taking this gamble, Damon had no other choice. …"In the hospital, wasn't he angry when he couldn't transfer his shares in Prestige to you? He changed his mind in such a short time. What a piece of trash." Megan flipped through Celeste's VAM agreement and rolled her eyes. "I'll give you 60 million dollars.
When Damon reached home, Celeste had already left. The Himalayan bag and half the set of poker cards were thrown onto his office desk. She even left a note. Her words looked just as angry as she probably was. "I hope you lose every game of poker from now on." She took all the good cards in the poker. Although the box containing the cards wasn't made of pure gold, it looked like gold alloy. She even found a screwdriver to remove all the gold from the box and took them away. "What a childish woman!" Damon couldn't help but want to laugh. He sent a text to Liam on WhatsApp. "Keep an eye on the latest market of second-hand luxury goods." "What do you want to buy?" "That would depend on what Celeste is planning to sell?" Damon was right. Celeste took these things away, intending to sell them as second-hand goods. The poker cards were made of pure gold and worthed a lot. As for her bags, they were all rare items being sold discreetly in the luxury stores under the casino
"Celeste York, do you think I've never shopped for bags like these before? I'd believe it if they set up such purchase policies for the Kelly and Saddle bag. But this bag can be sold anywhere on the street, and you're saying it has a purchase policy? "And this bag, I can buy this anywhere. Since you say they were bought under the same purchase policies, where are their accessories?" Leah scoffed at Celeste's casual attempt at lying to her. "Oh? It was Damon who told me all that. Someone born into a poor family like me wouldn't understand it anyway. You should get new bags then, Ms. Sullivan." Celeste pretended to look awkward. She was about to keep the bags away. "I'll pay you two million dollars. You'll earn a profit of 300 thousand." Leah gritted her teeth. Celeste shook her head. "It's okay, Ms. Sullivan. I'm not selling them to you anymore. You should get new ones." Leah had plans to buy the bags, but she didn't want to be scammed this way. After some thinking, she notice
The headquarters of Leo Jewels was far from Celeste's place. She wrongly got out of the train twice. After that, only she managed to find the location. Celeste submitted her resume a week ago. After seeing and talking to someone from the human resources department, she thought she'd have to return and wait for the news. To her surprise, she was told to meet up with Spencer. Spencer wasn't very tall. He seemed to be at a height of five feet and eight inches. He had long hair and wore a white shirt under his black suit. Other than that, he wore a pair of men's skirt pants.His appearance and clothing made him appear androgynous. He also wore a pair of feminine pearl earrings. Many men in this industry had similar fashion tastes, so Celeste wasn't surprised. But the look on Spencer's face was arrogant and cold. It was enough to make anyone terrified. Celeste's heart thumped hard as it was her first time meeting her idol. "Hello, Leo. I'm Celeste York." She introduced herself in