Juelz's face was pale. He stood in the room and smoked cigarettes one after the other. He stood there for a long time, until the smell of nicotine filled his throat. It was so thick that he couldn't help but cough. Even he had never thought that he would one day scheme against Dorothy. He had loved her for many years. He would do anything for more, give everything up for her, even his own life. He had never thought that they'd one day be on opposing teams. After smoking the last cigarette, Juelz felt a chill in his heart. The scene where Dorothy was forcefully taken away kept replaying in his mind. She had stubbornly turned her head to gaze at him as she was taken away. In the past, her gaze was filled with warmth and trust whenever she looked at him. In their place now was disappointment and hurt. It was simple to imagine just how badly he had hurt her. Juelz threw away the cigarette between his fingers, and slowly walked towards the dining
Dorothy's mouth had been taped shut. As she gazed out of the car window, she realized that she had already left the city, and was headed for the suburbs. After many twists and turns, she was finally transported to a shabby and abandoned warehouse. It was pitch-black, and she could not see anything. The ground was dusty, dirty, and damp. She was tied to a rusty pillar with her hands behind her back. She couldn't move at all. The men before her were silent. They left the same way they came, in silence. The silence made her fall into despair. Dorothy stayed in the dark room for a long period of time. Apart from struggling and screaming, she could do nothing else. She did not know who Juelz had handed her over to. However, since the other party was cruel enough to leave her in such a dark and damp place, she could tell that they were not good people. As time passed by, Dorothy became increasingly panicked. The men who brought her here had not returned si
"Get away from me, don't touch me!" Dorothy shouted hoarsely. She tried her best to escape from Hugo, but she could not free herself from the rope that restrained her no matter how hard she tried. She was filled with panic. Because of her anxiety, she unconsciously bit down on her lips so hard that it bled. "Dorothy, as long as you are obedient, I won't be so hard on you." When he noticed that she was gritting her teeth hard and refusing to give in, Hugo laughed out loud. He felt a sudden urge of desire. He held his phone in one hand and pointed the camera at Dorothy's face and body, his other hand tugging at her chiffon blouse. The thin chiffon tore easily, and her torso exposed. Her delicate collarbone and fair chest were exposed to Hugo's eyes. Her skin was so fair that she was almost glowing. This was especially so when Hugo's eyes fell on her beautiful breasts, wrapped up in her lingerie. His eyes couldn't help burning with lust.
The call was still connected, but the other end of the line remained silent for a long time. Jeremy's smile became bigger and bigger with every passing second. The more beautiful his smile was, the more dangerous it was. He was completely different from the noble, reserved Credence, but he too was outstandingly handsome. Seemingly bewitched, Rosalie walked up to him in a daze and put her arm in his. She smiled coyly, "Mr. Sherman, care to share with me what is it that's so amusing?" Jeremy turned his head and shoved her away. As he drew on his cigarette, he looked at her condescendingly and sneered, "Don't forget that you're a fugitive wanted in Talco City. Stay away from me unless you want to die a premature death!" "What's there to be afraid of? With your protection, I should be able to stay alive for a few more decades." Rosalie's insides churned, but she still smiled. "Mr. Sherman, I predict that you'll be in great need for me!" Sure enough, Jere
While Credence and Marvin led a large number of people to search for Dorothy everywhere in the distant suburbs of Talco City, Dorothy had been taken to the villa at the south of the city that Wilson had arranged. Wilson didn't show up. He'd instructed his men to bring Dorothy to a room at the top floor and arranged for someone to stand guard outside her door round the clock. The top floor was about seven or eight meters away from the ground, so there was no need to worry that Dorothy could escape. Upon Wilson's summon, Hugo quietly looked at Wilson's face, which was darker than ink. He smiled uneasily. "Mr. Wilson, you can't blame me for all of this. That person who was supposed to do that was not feeling well, and since it was urgent, he asked me to take his place." "Dorothy was just too beautiful. I couldn't control myself and I went up to have a taste of her." "Mr. Wilson, can you spare me this time for the sake of how loyal I was to you?" "If I s
Dorothy was dizzy, and her hands were still tightly bound. Her wrists had been rubbed raw, and they burned every time the ropes rubbed against them. It had been a long time since she'd had any food or water, and she didn't have the strength to struggle. Hugo dragged her into a car and slid into traffic. With all the twists and turns, she couldn't tell where they were headed. Perhaps it had been two hours, or even three. The car suddenly stopped and the door was pulled open. Hugo dragged her out by the wrists and kicked her to the ground. The back of her head hit a hard rock, and Dorothy gasped from the pain. The next second, Hugo squatted down and put his hands around her neck. He smiled sinisterly. "Dorothy, you like seducing men, don't you? This time, I'll let you have all the fun you want! Do you like my present to you?" After that, while Dorothy was still gazed, Hugo took out something black from his pocket and stuck it onto her hair. It was concealed
Juelz stepped into the Sherman Group tower at half-past nine that night. This tower belonged to Sherman family. It was originally under the control of Juelz's grandfather, Gordon. After he suffered from a stroke and became paralysed, he could no longer attend to the company's matters, and Jeremy took over the Sherman family. Yet Juelz, who had originally been the likeliest to inherit the Sherman family became an outsider. Juelz was infuriated when the security guards stopped him at the main entrance. He quickly called Jeremy. "I have something urgent to ask you. Are you going to come down or do you want me to go up?" At the other end of the line, Jeremy was a little surprised. He soon returned to his senses and replied indifferently, "You may come up." With Jeremy's order, the security guards let Juelz pass. Juelz scoffed. He didn't bother with the guards, hurried into an elevator and headed towards the president's office. As soon as he opened
Dorothy did not know where Hugo had thrown her off to, but when she saw the dilapidated houses on both sides of the streets, the crowded shops, and figures of prostitutes from time to time, she immediately knew that this was far from the bustling city centre. It was most likely Talco City's slums. Even though she grew up in Talco City, she had never set her foot in such a place before. She was overwhelmed with fear as the footsteps of the four men chasing her came closer. In this wretched place, it was normal for things like r*pe and murder to happen. Even when some pedestrians noticed her being chased by thugs, none of them stopped to help her, what more call the police. There were times when one would truly experience the harshness of reality. Dorothy ran desperately. It had been close to a day since she'd eaten, and she was at her limit. As she ran, her breathing became more and more ragged. The road was full of potholes. As she ran, her heels dug
Dorothy and the group didn't buy plane tickets. Instead, Credence used his insane wealth to charter a private jet for them to fly straight to Monticello. Ten hours later, Dorothy and the others arrived at a warm city in the south of Monticello from Talco City, where the north wind whistled past. When she got off the plane, Dorothy felt dizzy. Credence held her in his arms as he gently guided her forward. When she turned around, he saw Yezoo's kind smile, as well as Ysabelle's cold, fake smile. Dorothy suddenly felt uneasey. She lowered her head, pulled back her hair that was hanging from her ear, and asked Credence, "If we really expose her true intentions, do you... do you think that my father... wouldn't be able to accept it?" After getting along with each other for the past few weeks, Dorothy could tell that Yezoo really loved Ysabelle wholeheartedly. He didn't detest her for having worked in nightclubs before this. She concluded that Yezoo was very att
Dorothy looked at Ysabelle, who was standing by the door. She had a bad feeling. She felt that Ysabelle gave off a different vibe compared to Yezoo's kindness. This seemingly noble lady may be her biological mother, but she still felt that something was off about her for some reason. Credence noticed that Dorothy's expression had suddenly soured. He followed her gaze and saw Ysabelle standing with a group of ladies. He immediately pushed the wheelchair to the door and spoke politely but in a somewhat distant manner, "Ysabelle, how long have you been there?" "Not long! Credence, as you can see, Yezoo has hired these nannies for Dorothy. I'm here to see if you need anything else." Ysabelle smiled. The smile on her face was somewhat ambiguous. "I have already arranged for some other people to take care of my wife!" Credence frowned and continued, "However, I've yet to call them over for the time being because Dorothy is still weak." "Well, since you 've already arr
Dorothy recognized this woman who had a sexy body and a pleasant face. She had a good impression of Minnie. She heard Credence mention her a few times from time to time. It seemed like Jonathan was pursuing her. She didn't know how that was going. However, seeing as Jonathan liked to tease Minnie and call her names, she guessed he had little to no chance of winning her over at all. Dorothy slowly turned her head and looked outside the door. She said softly, "I'm fine. I don't need your help right now. My child was only three pounds heavy when he was born. I want to know how he's doing now, and my daughter as well. Her name is Belle. Yesterday, she had a bone marrow transplant operation. The doctor told me that the operation was successful, but I fainted after giving birth to my baby. I don't know how my daughter is doing." Minnie hadn't slept all night. Not only was she looking after Dorothy, she had a hunch that Dorothy would ask these questions right after she woke
Jonathan had a hunch about what was going on. He had been following Credence closely. He stared at Credence's every move with his burning eyes, waiting for the first sign of his weakening. The special drug from Monticello that had been injected into him would last for five hours at most. Credence's body was strong enough to hold on until now. He was able to last for the full five hours. At that moment, Jonathan saw Credence's hands slowly let go of the bed's railings. He was falling backward, Jonathan quickly ran towards him like a gust of wind. He frowned and supported Credence's back. "Credence, hold on, you need to hold on! You mustn't be a cause of concern right now. Dorothy has just given birth. She's so weak that a gust of wind is enough to make her collapse. If she still needs to worry about you, how long do you think she'll last?" The moment he made contact with Credence, Jonathan keenly examined his hands. Credence's muscles and bones seemed to be falling apa
"What's the matter? Why isn't the baby crying?" Dorothy's voice was hoarse, and she looked very worried. She remembered when Belle was born, she wasn't as quiet as this. Her cries were so loud it almost caused the delivery room to collapse. When they heard her loud cries, almost everyone assumed that Belle was a naughty little boy. Instead, she was an adorable and naughty girl. Perhaps she had suffered too much pain and torment when she divorced Credence, and all that despair had affected her in the womb. As a result, when Belle was born, her body was in a poor condition, and she often had to go to the hospital for medicine and infusions. Later, she was diagnosed with leukemia. Fortunately, in the end, Jeremy was kind enough to hand Rosalie, who had matching bone marrow to Belle's, over to them so that they could save her life. Dorothy was elated at the thought that Belle was going to recover. Since Belle's illness could be cured, this little b
Inside the delivery room, Dorothy was given an anesthetic. However, she didn't know whether it was because her nerves were too thick or if the anesthetic didn't have much of an effect on her body. She was still very conscious, and she could very clearly feel the pain. Her stomach felt heavy and was in extreme pain. She felt as though the injection was given to someone else and not her. After struggling for over an hour, she was in so much pain that she had almost turned mad, her mind was in a chaotic state. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper, and she was lying on the delivery bed with sweat all over her body. Her breathing was weak. Sometimes she could breathe properly, sometimes it was difficult. The smell of blood lingered in the air. The attending female doctor continued to cheer her on, "Mrs. Scott, the child hasn't come out yet. Hold on, hold on for a little while longer." Dorothy nodded. As soon as she responded, she suddenly felt her stomach b
When she saw a familiar man rushing inside, Dorothy, who was sweating profusely, and was in so much pain that her vision had gone blurry, thought that she was dreaming. Her pale lips trembled greatly, and her eyes were dull as she looked straight ahead. "Credence, why, why are you here? Your injuries..." Before she fainted, she clearly remembered hearing Jonathan shouting loudly at him, telling him that his body was on the verge of collapse. Where was his wheelchair? Why wasn't anyone helping him push his wheelchair in? He should have gone back to his wheelchair, but why was he suddenly standing in front of her again with such a straight and domineering posture? Dorothy's heart became anxious. She was worried about Credence's body, as well as the child in her womb. Her face turned extremely pale as if she had been thrown into an ice cellar. Her entire body was cold. She was wrapped in two thick quilts as she dealt with the immense pain and shivering cold. The te
Credence raised his hand and massaged his stiff neck. He held that posture for a long time as he stared at the white wall that was connected to the delivery room. His neck was as stiff as a board. It felt numb, sore, and was quite painful. But the pain was nothing to him. He could tolerate it. But on this day, the strain from the gruesome rehabilitation training had begun to spread from his arms to his thighs, torso, and gradually, his entire body. It felt like his muscles were being stabbed with a knife. It was so painful that he, a man who used to train in the special forces, almost couldn't bear it. It was especially painful now that he was standing firmly beside Dorothy as they waited for Belle's bone marrow transplant surgery to end. At 6:30 in the morning, he forced Jonathan to inject him with a stimulant. It was an extremely strong one that could revert his body back to a normal state for a short period of time. However, there were certain rules to
Germaine grabbed the frame of the door and slowly walked out of the toilet. Her face was pale and her body was covered in a cold sweat. She looked like she had just stepped out of a swimming pool. She was wet and sticky all over. During the past month, she had been so worried about Dorothy and Belle's health. She hadn't eaten or slept well for several days, which caused her to have stomach pain and constipation. Every time she went to the toilet, she would be constipated for over half an hour. She tried out all kinds of solutions such as holding her breath, which nearly cost her life. A while ago, while she was waiting outside Belle's operating room, she felt unbearable pain in her stomach and rushed to the bathroom. After over half an hour of torment, she was finally done. Just as she was about to pull up her trousers and leave, she heard someone walk in with high-heels. Then, the woman who walked in closed the door and made a phone call. As soon as the woman s