"You're handsome and elegant. There's something extraordinary about you." Celeste was scared. But she quietly backed away. She lied to praise him. "Will you sleep with me then? Hehehe." The man tried to grab her hand. Celeste had nowhere to hide anymore. There was a plastic chair for visitors to rest near the cashier. She seized it and was ready to hit him when he lunged toward her. The man did charge at her. But before he could touch her, someone locked his neck from behind and threw him over the shoulder. The man crashed onto the floor in front of everyone. "Mr. Bishop has said that although they're divorced, he still cares about Mrs. Bishop. Anyone who dares to trouble Mrs. Bishop would be an enemy of the Bishop Group." Two bodyguards in black with heavy builds stood in front of Celeste like saviors. Celeste still remembered the one who spoke up. When Damon grounded her, he hired these two to watch the door. Everyone who was watching the drama didn't dare to offend the B
After three days, an essay titled "Perhaps this is the Celeste York you didn't know about" appeared out of nowhere. It became a trending search on Twitter. "I don't want to defend Celeste York or talk about her relationships. After all, only those who are involved would know what happened the best. But I can objectively talk about things Celeste has done." The person who wrote this claimed at the start of the paragraph that they had worked with Celeste before. "Celeste was the top scorer in the high school final exams of Taverdale. After her mother died, she ended her studies and came back to Taverdale to take care of her brother, who was born with heart disease. "She sold alcohol just so that she could afford her brother's heart transplant surgery. This in itself could be a motivating story already." "But I want to talk about what she did after marrying Damon. What did she do? Two things. First, she built a highway in Womington, one of the poorest towns in the country. It co
In this modern age of technology, the news spread rapidly. Coupled with Damon's manipulation, it wasn't long before various entertainers dominated Twitter. They were all about celebrities who were getting married, divorced, having affairs, or even soliciting prostitutes. The most shocking news of them all was about a renowned male singer exposed by his friend with benefits for raping an underage fan abroad. He was also accused of engaging in group debauchery. At first, someone paid to suppress the news. But Damon then spent a lot more money to bring the issue back to light, offering the girl a chance to launch a fierce attack against the male idol. All major social media platforms, such as Twitter and TikTok, were flooded with this kind of news for two weeks straight. When the male idol was sentenced to prison, everyone jumped in to defend women and discuss how the idol should be disqualified. It lasted for nearly a month. In contrast, nobody would remember a trivial issue like
It was the familiar smell of neroli oil. "Let me go." Celeste pushed him away. The voice-controlled light illuminated. The man she hadn't seen for nearly a month stood in front of her with bloodshot eyes. He grew much thinner than before, and his eyes seemed larger. His right hand was still in a soft cast as it hung limply by his side. "Why are you here?" Celeste suppressed the heartache in her. She lifted her head to look at him. "Are you and Spencer really dating each other?" Damon stared right at her. His voice was hoarse. Damon was a dominant man. But for some reason, the look in his eyes at that moment made him appear like a huge, abandoned dog. Celeste didn't look at the news. But she figured out what happened after some thinking. Her heart went soft as she took a deep breath. "Come inside, and we'll talk about it." She entered the house with her fingerprint and let Damon in. Damon leaned against the couch. Eyes on her, he spaced out. Celeste turned on the water d
"What's wrong?" Only then did Damon realize something was off. He stopped halfway as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. "Get away from me." Clutching her stomach, Celeste sounded weak. She looked like she was in great pain. Damon checked her lower body. The color of the fluid on the floor seemed weird. Had her period arrived? "Isn't your period only going to arrive at the end of the month?" They once lived together before. Damon was even more attentive about these than Celeste back then. It was just the middle of the month, and yet her period came suddenly. It could only mean that the miscarriage, suicidal attempt, and fever in the detention center had affected her health. Guilt woke Damon up from jealousy. He carried her up onto the bed. "Where are your things?" he asked in a low voice. Celeste was feeling uncomfortable and didn't want to move. She jutted her chin at the closet. Celeste's pads and sanitary panties were in the drawer underneath the closet. Damon
Celeste naturally wouldn't listen to Damon and quit her job just like that. But it'd happen soon enough. Winston invested in a factory manufacturing women's outfits in the suburbs. It wasn't large, just several dozens of acres of land. There were around 30 workers and two production lines. The total investment in the factory didn't exceed 50 million dollars. The first launch of the production lines was a success, so they were now at the stage of recruiting workers and expanding. Celeste thought of investing her ten million dollars into this. Winston then proposed a term to her. "How about you manage the factory when the time comes? And I'll give you 51% of shares." "Aren't you worried that I might lose all your deposit?" After all, Celeste was inexperienced and wasn't confident she would succeed in that role. Winston smiled. "I'll just treat it as a lost gamble then. If we earn some profits, I'll pay you a portion. If we suffer losses, I'll bear all of the cost." After know
Celeste had always been a vengeful person. Now that Carly was charging at her, she wouldn't back down either. The two didn't care about how they looked and started to pull each other's hair or scratch the other's face. It lasted till the security called the police. They were brought to the police station. The person in charge at the station knew Carly but not Celeste. He called Damon and said, "Mr. Bishop, someone beat your sister up. They're both at the Northroad police station now. Please come and have a look." What kind of slave was he? Celeste watched as that man talked to Damon pleasingly and felt nauseous. She had a look of disdain on her face. When Damon arrived at the station, it was already midnight. He became even thinner recently. He probably made some time in his busy schedule to come over. Dressed in a black suit, his white shirt was buttoned up to his neck. He exuded a cold demeanor. Celeste glanced icily at Damon as he walked into the interrogation room. The te
Spencer pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket. He went over to Celeste. Celeste wasn't used to people touching her, so she leaned slightly away. But she still allowed Spencer to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips. His action was provocative in Damon's eyes. Damon wasn't surprised by any of Spencer's behavior. He was just angry that Celeste didn't hide away from Spencer at all. She didn't seem to be bothered by Spencer's touch. Of course, she wasn't bothered. She even sounded cheerful after he entered! "You lost to someone like that? Celeste, you're such a weakling." Although Spencer was mocking her, his tone was soft. His action was gentle as well. "I didn't lose." There were bruises on her face, but she felt Carly didn't manage to take advantage of her at all. The only thing was that she was too careless and allowed Carly to take the lead to hit her. "Alright, you didn't. You're the most powerful woman in the world." Spencer spoke so lovingly. Perhaps Cel