Before Celeste could even dodge her, the burly nurses sitting to the side had already dashed over and held her back.Celeste pulled Leah's hair and slapped her cheeks over and over. "Shut up, you mad woman!" Leah eventually backed down. All the fury in her eyes turned into hopelessness. As the daughter of a prestigious family, she had always been pampered and loved—but this was how she ended up in life. "Leah, do you still think that you've done nothing wrong?" "Of course I haven't! It's all your fault, you demon!" Leah howled. She was someone who ceased her own father's treatment just so she could distract Damon and end the lives of Celeste's child as well as two other people. She thought that the only mistake she made was getting caught.Damon had clearly told Brenda about the whole story. If not, Brenda wouldn't have suffered a stroke almost immediately. At this moment, Brenda could barely take care of herself. But even if she could, she wouldn't dare ask Damon to
It's not that Celeste never thought of aiming higher. She had always been ambitious and wanted to do everything well. That said, her idea of "aiming higher" was different from Winston's concept. Two billion dollars was an unimaginable sum for Celeste. She grew up in a household where she had to cut back on other expenses just to have a glass of milk. Even when Damon gifted her a building worth over 100 million dollars, she didn't truly feel it was hers. But now, the net profit of two billion dollars was a result of her own intelligence and hard work. She was deeply astonished by the unexpected success. "You should make good use of your intelligence. Everyone has their own strengths, and you happen to be good at making money. Instead of being controlled by capitalism, why not become the capital yourself and take control?" Winston suggested. "Maybe I was just lucky to make this profit," Celeste said. "If you can make two billion dollars, it means you can make 200 billion—
With Damon's help, the physical stores of Opulence Prowl were opened soon enough. It only took two to three months to complete the renovation and open large-scale outlets in several big cities across the country. Transitioning her business from online to offline, and from being in the spotlight to working behind the scenes—everything went unusually smoothly for Celeste. Shannon had escaped abroad, Leah was trapped in a mental asylum, and even Carly—who always caused Celeste trouble—was immediately sent out of the country after the incident. There were hardly any obstacles left around Celeste. It was only natural that things fell into place. She was busy with work from late autumn till winter. Before Christmas arrived, Celeste had already inaugurated over ten stores. Meanwhile, there had been new progress in the relationship between Megan and Winston. Celeste had seen Winston's personal belongings at Megan's place on more than one occasion.Sometimes, there would be a man
The white-haired woman, who looked remarkable from the back, had a face that showed signs of aging. When she smiled, wrinkles appeared around her lips and eyes. Her white hair was natural, it wasn't dyed as a fashionable choice. She looked to be about 60 years old. But a woman who could drive a Ferrari and take such good care of her skin only suggested that she was even older than that. Megan and Celeste looked surprised momentarily, but they quickly regained their composure. "Ma'am, why are you changing tires by yourself? You can call for roadside assistance," Celeste said. She crouched down to help her fix the jack under the car. "There's no need for that; I can manage," the old lady replied. Still, she allowed Megan and Celeste to help her change the flat tire while she stood to the side with her hands folded. With a contented smile on her face, she watched the two girls. An elegant old lady and two pretty young women were changing the tire of a Ferrari on the roadside
Although they found out that Jane was Wish's grandmother, Celeste and Megan chose not to bring it up again. They just regarded Jane's invitation as a polite gesture and didn't think much about it. However, Jane sent them the address separately on Saturday morning. "My son is home today, so he can cook for you," she texted. Megan sent a screenshot of the text to Celeste. "What should we do?" She sounded nervous. "What can we do? You know Winston anyway. Why are you so nervous about visiting his place?" Celeste replied nonchalantly. "But what if Mr. Belasco thinks that I schemed and helped his mother out just to get closer to him?" Celeste was speechless. "Don't you think you're being overly cautious?" She's a young and affluent girl in her twenties. Yet, she was worrying about a man who was twenty years older than her. Although Winston was undoubtedly outstanding and handsome, Megan was certainly deserving of him.Celeste felt sorry for Megan, but she had never oppose
After learning that the three of them knew each other and were also business partners, Jane couldn't help but marvel at the twist of fate. "I felt a deep connection with these girls the moment I met them. I never expected that you were already friends," Jane exclaimed. She held Celeste and Megan's hands. "It seems that my son and I share the same perception toward people." Celeste smiled. "I heard from Wish last year that you'd be visiting when the weather turned warmer. I've been wanting to meet you ever since." "I was supposed to come over last spring, but Lily fell sick and had to recuperate in Southlake for a while. I was worried, so I didn't come over until I was sure she'd be fine on her own," Jane explained. Celeste didn't know who Lily was, so she didn't interrupt. "Mom sees Lily as her granddaughter. Her name is Lilian Gibson. She's been living with my mother, and she's coming over in a few days," Winston explained. "She's the same age as you two, and she's very
On the other hand, Megan was sent to the kitchen by Jane to help Winston out. She hesitated at the door. "I… Your mom asked me to help you," she said softly as she stood at the kitchen door. Winston turned to look at her. He smiled in response. "Okay." Since she was meeting Winston's mother today, Megan wore a simple outfit. She put on a pair of pearl earrings, applied light makeup, and wore a modest, long-sleeved, collared dress that reached her calves. She paired it with black heels, making her appear elegant, albeit slightly conservative.She looked shy and obedient when she stood at the door. Megan was a lovely young lady who was just a few years older than Winston's own son. She was a little conservative, yet she did the wildest thing by mingling with an old man like him. She wasn't even looking for status or favors. Winston suddenly felt a pang of heartache. "I'll wash the vegetables," Megan said as she walked in, not daring to meet Winston's eyes. "Okay." Wins
Winston's house was spacious. The kitchen was quite a distance away from the living room. Their housekeepers were disciplined enough to be available when needed but would never intrude on the family's privacy when they weren't required. Even so, when Megan was held by Winston and seated on the kitchen counter, she still held her breath. She bit her lip carefully, afraid to make a sound. She was conservative and reserved by nature. Doing something like this outside of the bedroom was too stimulating for her. "Don't…" Megan murmured softly, fearing that someone might hear them from the outside. "Don't you want me?" Leaning closer, Winston fixed his eyes on hers, leaving her nowhere to hide. "I do." Megan gave up. "Good girl," Winston whispered as he leaned in. Parting her legs, he silenced her with his lips before she could protest. Before this, they had kissed many times. But it was their first time having a passionate French kiss. Winston's tongue forcefully entered h