Simon’s face darkened. “What did you just say?”“You heard me right!” Adrian said nonchalantly. “You were disrespectful to the female employees of this company. And we will no longer be collaborating with you. There are thousands of piano compositions in the world. It should be easy to find another pianist.”As Clara gazed at Adrian’s broad back, her eyes sparkled with gratitude.He was so classy. His wife was a lucky woman.Simon’s mouth gaped open, and he looked utterly embarrassed. The next second, he lost his temper. He jumped to his feet, stormed out, and slammed the door shut.The other employees left their desks and craned their necks to look at the meeting room door.As Adrian walked out, he reprimanded Sheina in front of the others. “Don’t you know that you should have conducted a background check on Simon Alexander before offering to work with him? As a PR professional, you should know that every wrong step can lead to disaster and can come back to haunt this company.”With
Clara returned from the restroom and saw that her husband, Jordan, still hadn’t arrived. As she returned to the table, she saw her boss.She greeted her boss, but noticed that his eyes seemed gloomy.Adrian answered briefly, “I’m here to meet a business partner.”“Oh, okay.” Feeling that he wasn’t in the mood to talk, Clara didn’t continue the conversation.Adrian turned and left without looking back. Clara returned to the table and checked her watch. It was already seven forty. Jordan was half an hour late.Frowning, she took out her phone and reread the message she had sent him earlier.There were no errors in the address and time.Why hadn’t he come yet after agreeing to come? Was he letting her down again?What was the matter? Did he not want to meet the woman he married? Did he already hate her before they met?As her mind was filled with various questions, Clara felt a little sad.The steak she was eating tasted bland in her mouth. After swallowing a piece forcefully, she put do
"Alright, that's all for this meeting. I'll expect the next report next week."For some reason, Clara felt like Adrian's smile was forced."The boss seems down today. What's wrong with him? Did he just have a fight with his wife?"Apparently, a few staff members shared Clara's thought, as whispers started to fill the room as everyone started leaving.Clara sighed as she was left alone to tidy up the files and laptop from the meeting. Her current situation, added to her disappointment with Jordan last night, made her mind even more muddled. But Clara didn't want her personal problems to affect her work, so she decided to find a solution on her own when she was finished.Back in her office, Clara leaned back in her chair, gazing out the large window with its sheer curtains. 'What should I do?'The ringing of her phone diverted her attention."Yes...""Lara, I have some brands calling, asking if you'd be interested in modeling for their new product launch, which happens in two days."
"I knew you'd be here, Adrian."Clara was taken aback as an elegant woman approached her boss, her lips curving into a knowing smile.However, Adrian's reaction was starkly different as she extended her hand toward him. “It's nice to see you again. How are you?”Oddly, the CEO ignored her and walked away, searching for an empty table."I’ve reserved a VIP room over there –""No need, I’ll stay here."Drawing a breath, feeling ignored, the woman glanced briefly at Clara before pulling something out of her purse. "You're his assistant, Adrian? Could you please order drinks from the front?"Who was this woman?Clara stared at the exclusive VIP card she was handed. Owners Clarissa!Clara felt a sense of familiarity. She planned to search for her on Baidu once she had the card.'No way! Clarissa is a gold mining entrepreneur and owner of a globally famous app. If that's the case, she's probably very close to Adrian.'After putting her phone away, Clara bought the best drinks in the caf
Adrian scratched his head, feeling the pressure from his grandmother's threats. He went to the bathroom, hoping to clear his head. Once he felt a bit more composed, he sat down on his bed, leaning back against the pillows, replaying his grandmother's words in his mind. If all his privileges were stripped away, it meant he would no longer be the CEO of his company. A text message arrived, distracting him from his thoughts. It was from his wife, asking about their next meeting. Adrian didn't reply immediately. He was debating what to say. Should he apologize? "No, no! Why should I be afraid of her? But, should I listen to what Grandma said?" He pondered, trying to answer his own questions. Finally, he typed a few words and scheduled their next meeting. "I have to make sure everything goes smoothly so this issue gets resolved," he murmured. He opened his photo gallery, finding a picture of Clara, and stared at it intently. "I'll conquer you after I handle my family problems," Adr
Adrian, Joanne, and Gerald were anxiously awaiting the results of the surgery when Adrian's assistant suddenly approached them."Excuse me, Mr. Halle," he began, "could we talk for a moment? It's about the CCTV footage of Ms. Lara's accident."Joanne lifted her head. "Speak your mind," she commanded, her voice cold.Mark, the assistant, glanced at Adrian for a moment, as if seeking his approval."The surveillance footage from the road seems to have been deliberately tampered with," he continued, "likely, the perpetrator managed to cover their tracks and erase any existing evidence. However, the police are still investigating the matter thoroughly."Adrian furrowed his brow. "Who could have done this?"Gerald and Joanne completely ignored Adrian's question as the operating room door creaked open. The doctor who performed the surgery emerged, his expression strangely puzzling.Adrian rose from his seat and approached the doctor, awaiting his verdict."The operation... was a success," t
"Clara, if you open your eyes while I'm not here, I hope you give me a chance to make things right." With that, Adrian turned and left the unconscious woman alone.But moments after Adrian left, Clara opened her eyes, her gaze vacant. She remembered clearly the time she waited for Jordan to say goodbye before he left for Norway. But when he decided to leave abruptly, filled with disappointment, she was hit by two cars that had lost their brakes."But my condition now..." She looked at her hand, which was hooked up to an IV drip. Reflexively, she sat up, causing the IV to disconnect and blood to seep out."Lara! What are you doing? You're not fully recovered yet." Gerald rushed over to his granddaughter's bed in a panic."Grandpa?" Clara looked at the old man in bewilderment. "Why are you here?"Gerald lifted his head after successfully stopping the bleeding. "You're in this condition, and you're still asking? Isn't this all because of Jordan? Besides, I've already taken care of you
"Why have you suddenly changed your mind? Have you been bewitched by Jordan?" Gerald asked, his gaze cold as he sipped the coffee he had brewed after making Clara a drink. "Grandpa, I want to save his life, which is in danger. Can't you let me go again?" Clara pleaded. Gerald's gaze darkened. "Lara, are you seeking death? What if it has a negative impact on you, especially in your current condition?" Clara knew she was being watched, but her stubbornness remained, angering Gerald. "Do you think I'll let you go? Clara, now that you're thinking about him so much, are you sure he'll think about you? What if he doesn't, won't you be disappointed?" Clara didn't want to argue or force her will. She was afraid her grandfather's emotions would worsen and become ferocious, so she decided to lower her head. "Why aren't you saying anything? My words just now weren't wrong, were they?" "It's not like that, Grandpa, but-" Clara's words
Louis’s words hung in the air, sharp as a threat. Mischa wondered if the woman with the long nails and platinum blonde hair was deliberately trying to drive a wedge between them. Giselle watched the woman discreetly. When Louis excused himself to make a call, Mischa casually pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it, the acrid smell of tobacco instantly filling the room. Giselle coughed. "Excuse me, but this is a non-smoking area. There's a sign right over there."Mischa glanced at the sign Giselle indicated, then rolled her eyes. "And I care?"Giselle took a deep breath, composing herself. Just as Louis returned, Netty's doctor emerged from the room. "Doctor, how is my sister-in-law?" Giselle asked anxiously."She's still unconscious. We'll be monitoring her hourly. Please, try to stay calm."Louis was about to enter Netty's room, but Mischa stopped him. "Can't we just go home? You've already done so much…" Her plea hung unspoken in the air."No! Can't you see someone's life is
TimeBack at his apartment, Mischa tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She glanced at the clock. "It's 2:00 AM."She sat up, leaning against the pillows, blinking sleepily, then checked her phone – still dark. Her breath hitched. Louis was going to see Netty. "I have to make sure Netty stays away from my husband," she muttered, a knot tightening in her stomach.She picked up her phone, intending to distract herself with social media. A post stopped her cold. Her husband was at the hospital!"This is weird. I need to find out what he's doing there."***2:05 AM"Ms. Netty needs type B blood. We're looking for donors…" Louis remembered the doctor's words to his sister, Giselle. He decided then and there to donate."Excuse me, doctor, I'm here to donate blood…" Louis knocked before entering the doctor's office."Come in…"He was calm, but worry etched his face."Your name?""Louis Halle.""Since you're close to the patient, are you willing to donate?" the doctor asked, observing
Frustration, anger, and pent-up emotions boiled over after a failed plan. Louis vanished without a trace after that day, disappearing from circulation and ignoring all calls, both business-related and from his parents.His mind was consumed by the desire to apologize to Netty. If he went to her house and asked her family about her, would they tell him? But what if Netty wasn't home?He could barely imagine what would happen if he found out Netty wasn't home. Although he had called her several times, there was only a forwarding message.He spent his days alone, exhausted, without a confidante to vent the frustrations that had been building for days.Today, Louis unknowingly stopped near Mischa's family home. Before getting out of the car, he sat contemplating, murmuring, "I wonder how Mischa's doing?"Suddenly, he thought about the woman he admitted he didn't love at all. His expression was somber. Should he see Mischa now? Doubt clouded his eyes, but what would he say if he did?It
Frustration, anger, and pent-up emotions boiled over after a failed plan. Louis vanished without a trace after that day, disappearing from circulation and ignoring all calls, both business-related and from his parents.His mind was consumed by the desire to apologize to Netty. If he went to her house and asked her family about her, would they tell him? But what if Netty wasn't home?He could barely imagine what would happen if he found out Netty wasn't home. Although he had called her several times, there was only a forwarding message.He spent his days alone, exhausted, without a confidante to vent the frustrations that had been building for days.Today, Louis unknowingly stopped near Mischa's family home. Before getting out of the car, he sat contemplating, murmuring, "I wonder how Mischa's doing?"Suddenly, he thought about the woman he admitted he didn't love at all. His expression was somber. Should he see Mischa now? Doubt clouded his eyes, but what would he say if he did?It
The whispers followed Giselle like a shadow. "They say she never got her mother's love, not even as a baby," one voice hissed. Another chimed in, "Really? Where'd you hear that?" Giselle’s cheeks burned. The judging stares felt like knives. But the whispers died down abruptly as a figure appeared – Alessandro, her husband. "Al-Alessandro..." breathed the gossips. Their attention shifted back to their shopping, the initial purpose of their visit to Giselle’s grocery store. Alessandro’s arrival transformed Giselle's frown into a radiant smile. Serving her customers, she was noticeably more relaxed. Alessandro, however, watched her with a tender gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. Netty, noticing this exchange, chuckled softly. Despite the storms they’d weathered, Giselle felt incredibly fortunate to have him. And now, cradled in her arms, their beautiful baby boy, Leon, completed their picture. Once the last customer left, Giselle
"I'm sorry Louis, let me think for a while longer, and if that time comes, I'll see you soon..."The next day, Netty prepared for her departure. However, she still believed that the only place for her to calm down was her family. "Netty, you have to take care of yourself there. I feel like an irresponsible person for letting you go alone. You must understand my situation right now, right?" Louis could not leave the company at that time, especially since his parents were so adamant about keeping him in the company. "Louis, why has your expression changed? Lucas suddenly appeared to awaken the man from his reverie. But Louis was still silent, so Lucas continued. "You and Netty were already considered to look like lovers, but why did you let her go?" His gaze turned cold at his twin brother. "Stay out of my business, you don't deserve it!" Finished speaking, Louis immediately left there with the burden of thoughts that were stuck in his mind about last night's incident. He acciden
"Taraa…!" A little boy presented Netty with a bunch of fresh, beautiful lilies. His offering coaxed a smile from her, and she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, sweetie. Who told you to give me these?"The boy flashed a gap-toothed grin, then produced a beautifully packaged food box with a little note attached. (Don't forget to eat the food right away!)Reading the note, Netty looked back at the boy—but he was gone! Poof!Where did he go?She searched the immediate area, but the little guy had vanished. Weird!Shrugging it off, Netty prepared to leave. That's when Louis appeared, a smirk playing on his lips. "So? Did you get your bouquet?"Netty frowned, looking down at the flowers in her hand. "So, this was your doing?"Louis nodded slowly. "Do you like them?"He started to respond, but then—bam!—a near-identical version of himself materialized, greeting Louis with, "Long time no see, Louis. How's it going?"But his face was sour. Louis clearly wasn't thrilled about this guy'
A suspicious figure was seen driving a car and stopping at the end of the road, acting strangely.The driver then steered the vehicle towards a dilapidated warehouse. A small telescope was in their hand, a smirk playing on their lips. This was seriously shady!The driver got out of the car, removed their glasses, and stood in a hidden corner, producing a wad of cash from atop the car's hood. "Here's your payment, as agreed. Five million should be enough. Count it yourself."The hired man opened the bag containing the money. Seeing the bundle intact, the bald man with a tattooed arm smiled contentedly. "Alright, I guess I don't need to count it. I trust you, anyway." He grabbed the bag with a jarring laugh, quickly silenced."Cut it out, unless you want to get us both busted," the driver threatened.The hired man gave a thumbs-up. "Then I'm outta here. You should scram too."A harsh grunt was heard—Mischa. After recognizing Netty, she'd investigated the girl's background, digging th
"Alessandro, I need to talk to you for a bit." Alessandro couldn't refuse the request, so he nodded. The siblings left the police station together.Netty was still half-believing, but she had to investigate and uncover the truth behind her parents' past troubles.After a short chat, Netty excused herself."I'm sure there's something fishy hidden in my family's and Alessandro's family background. I can't rest easy until I know for sure."Wait! She suddenly remembered something. "I heard Mom had an old house in this city. I have to find out about it."Netty immediately went home and ransacked her mother's jewelry box, the one she'd pilfered earlier. A smile spread across her face as she found the address she was looking for."I have to go there now." Without delay, Netty got ready to leave. But her steps halted as she saw her brother arrive and stand behind the fence of her house. "Bro Alessandro, how did you know I live here?""Your location was tracked. Didn't you check your phone?"