Third People's POV
Seeing that Troy had finally accepted this fact, Nick was in a better mood. "Alright, keep an eye on the market here. Also, since I have made my decision, I will set up the branch company as soon as possible. See if there is any building suitable for my office." "Okay, Nick. Trust me. I will keep an eye on it for you." After Nick finished speaking, he took out a card from his wallet. "There's 1 million in it. You can use it to socialize and build some connections for me." As he heard this, Troy's eyes lit up. He hadn't seen so much money for a long time. "You..." Although Troy wanted to take the money, he hesitated. He knew that he couldn't take this money so easily. "Take it. You'll work for the company, and I'm counting on you." Nick knew how to buy people off, so he easily persuaded Troy. "Okay, thank you, Nick. If you need my help in the future, just tell me." Only then did Troy smile as he accepted the card.Catherine's POV As soon as I returned to Mountaintop Villa, I heard Patricia muttering while holding Noah and Hedwig's school bags, "Nick moved out. I am really worried that he can't take care of himself." I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that. Nick had finally left. It was such a relief for me. "Patricia, don't worry about him. He will take care of himself." I comforted her in a low voice. "You're right. Nick said that he would stay here for a few more days. I'll see what he needs and prepare them for him," Patricia said. Yet I smiled and said nothing more. "Patricia, my classmate asked me today why my daddy's surname was Chavez, while my surname is Wyatt. Why is that?" Hedwig suddenly asked after handing the schoolbag to Patricia. Patricia's face froze. She looked up at me. "The children still have your surname. This is a bit inappropriate. How about changing their surnames?" I had never thought about this before. I was stu
Catherine's POV It was a rare leisure time on the weekend. Blake had promised Hedwig that he would spare time to bring her out for some fun. Therefore, early in the morning, he went to the company to deal with his work first. The two children and I were waiting at home for him. At noon, Blake came back. This time, he took a large MPV and was followed by several black SUVs, which were filled with guards of the Chavez Pack. Recently, Blake had been stricter with his travel safety. "Daddy..." Seeing Blake walk out of the car, Hedwig rushed over happily. Noah and she were no longer in the mood to play with the toys. They sat in the living room, waiting patiently for their daddy to take them out. Blake bent over and picked up Hedwig. Then he smiled at me. "Have you packed everything? Let's go now." "Yes, we are ready," I replied softly. Noah and Hedwig brought a large bag of toys because Blake said that we would spend the night in
Catherine's POV The next morning, I felt something rubbing against my face. I opened my eyes and saw Hedwig's little head. I quickly sat up. I smiled, "Hedwig, get up!" Hedwig stretched. "Mommy, where are we? I don't want to study. Is it okay?" I laughed. Was the little guy dreaming? She was thinking about studying in her dream. "Today is a holiday. We are at the resort. You don't have to study!" I said with a smile. "Really?" Hedwig sat up immediately. She observed the surroundings and then smiled. "I don't need to study. I'm so happy!" Noah woke up and covered his ears, murmuring, "So noisy!" "Noah, don't sleep anymore. Get up!" I said gently. Noah nodded. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then, he took a small sweater beside him and began to put it on. I put on a thick down jacket for Hedwig. We were going out later and she had to stay warm. When I led the two little guys downstairs, Blake was standing at
Third People's POV In the dining room, Nick leaned lazily against the back of the chair. Sitting opposite him was Catherine's adoptive father, Troy. With a new career, Troy cheered up, and his expression was no longer anxious. He respectfully handed a glass of red wine to Nick. "Is Catherine really Halsey's daughter? Are you sure?" Nick asked coldly. Troy quickly nodded and replied in an extremely certain tone, "Yes, Halsey came to my place and admitted that Catherine was his daughter who he lost twenty years ago. At that time, I was mad and told him to leave." To confirm whether it was the truth, Nick took out his phone and found a photo of Halsey. "This man?" As Troy saw the photo, he immediately nodded. "Yes, it's him. I didn't expect that Catherine's biological father was Halsey. If I had known earlier, I would have asked him to compensate me." "You can ask him for compensation now. Halsey is very rich!" Nick smiled maliciously.
Catherine's POV After the weekend, I decided to return to work. Blake cared deeply about me and didn't want me to go back to work. But I slept with him for a night and satisfied him. So, he finally agreed. He knew me well. I couldn't just sit around and do nothing. I would go crazy if I stayed at home. The next morning, at the breakfast table, Patricia was telling the two kids to hurry up. I put on my business outfit. When Patricia saw me, she immediately asked, "Cathy, are you going out, too?" Blake answered for me, "She is going back to work today!" "So soon? Is your wound healed?" Patricia was more concerned about me. She felt that I had to rest at home for at least half a year before going back to work. But I only rested for a month and was in a hurry to resume my work. Patricia frowned and looked at me disapprovingly. "I'm fine. The doctor said that with Blake by my side, I would recover quickly. I can go back to work," I repli
Catherine's POV Looking at Blake, I felt lucky to be loved by him so deeply, but at the thought of his strength and energy that exceeded those of ordinary werewolves last night, I couldn't help thinking shyly, 'His love is also a little overwhelming.' My office was next to Melinda's. It was spacious, bright, and well-decorated. Blake accompanied me into the office and gently straightened the collar of my shirt. He whispered, "Remember, don't draw any drafts recently. Just stay and rest here. I won't blame you whether you are watching movies or sleeping. In short, don't get tired, or I will be distressed. Understand?" I didn't expect Blake, such an overbearing and cold man, would be so considerate. I smiled, "Alright. I love to slack off the most." Blake pinched my chin. Then, he lowered his head and kissed me on my pink lips. "I'm leaving. I want you to think of me often." I should be used to it. When he sweet-talked me, he was completely differen
Catherine's POV At half past five, I took Blake's car back to the Mountaintop Villa. I came back alone since Blake had to work overtime tonight. Once back, I saw Nick sitting leisurely on the sofa in the living room. Nick sat up straight when he saw me coming in. I was wearing a beige suit today and a long coat of the same color, my long hair hanging down smoothly. "Catherine, you are back." Nick looked at me with a strange gaze. For some reason, his eyes posed a certain threat to me, and I could not help but take a step back to keep a distance from him. "Yes." Nick and I didn't have much to talk about. I just wanted to leave quickly. "Did you go to work today? I heard from Patricia that you are a designer. You must be very talented," Nick said with a smile. "I'm flattered. I'm just an average designer and not talented." My answer was very perfunctory. "Do you design men's clothing?" Nick asked. "No, I ma
Blake's POV During this period, I reorganized the company's personnel. Although I couldn't kick out all the traitors, at least, I wouldn't let Richard have the opportunity to plant new people into the company. Investigating the pack and the company was a very troublesome matter. At present, I had only made a small victory. The future confrontation would be even crueler. I was prepared. Next, I would talk to Richard in person. Dowen had already arranged my schedule for me. I would take the plane tomorrow afternoon to meet Richard. It was dark. In the blink of an eye, it was already past eleven at night. Snow covered the entire city. On the way home, I looked through the car window quietly. At this time, most people must have fallen asleep. I remembered that not long ago, my attitude towards marriage was still very negative. I always felt that it would waste my precious time, and it would wear down my willpower to work hard. Yet I had