Jacob originally planned to discuss this matter with Andrew when the family was gathered yesterday, but under everyone's pressure, even if he didn't agree, he had to agree. However, he didn't go back, not giving Jacob a chance to speak at all. After Jacob got angry, he felt somewhat helpless and could only make a trip to the company himself. "Andrew, when you took over the company, we had an agreement. If you manage the company for three years, I'll give you 10% of the company's shares. As you know, the eldest son inherits the company, which is the Turner family tradition, and now that Henry is back..." "So, I have to step down?" Andrew's lips curved into a cold smile, his deep blue eyes were inscrutable like gemstones. His father was typical of burning bridges after crossing them. Initially, when Thomas managed the company, he was, at most, a steward of the status quo. There was a serious issue of favoritism within the company, even his wife Stella had her hands in the company a
Asher couldn't get enough of the new bubble machine. Even after playing outside, he continued at home, spraying bubbles all over the floor. Isabella was at her wit's end. Despite coaxing and deceiving, she couldn't get the bubble machine away. "You should talk less. If you're so capable, why don't you take the bubble machine away?" Isabella vented her frustration at Andrew. Thoughts ran through her mind: "If you're capable, go ahead. Your son not making a fuss would be strange." However, all she saw was Andrew walking up to Asher, his handsome face slightly stern, extending his palm, and simply saying, "Hand it over." Asher obediently surrendered the bubble machine, although he pouted, indicating his displeasure, yet he didn't cry or make a scene. Isabella watched with wide eyes. It seemed her son only bullied her; he surely was selective with his targets. In frustration, she jumped off the couch, rolled up her sleeves, thinking, "Today, I must teach this brat a lesson." Yet wh
"Last time, we already had a private chat at the police station. Isn't it unreasonable for you to bring this up now?" Isabella frowned. But dealing with these thugs, expecting reason from them was futile. "At that time, you weren't a super star. Aren't you actors very wealthy? Last time, you tried to brush me off with a little money? How about giving me a hundred thousand or eighty thousand now?" The bald man shamelessly demanded. Though a hundred thousand or eighty thousand might not be a trivial amount, for Isabella, it was a drop in the bucket. She wasn't naive; she knew these people were bottomless pits. Giving them once meant giving them again. She didn't owe them anything. Last time, she compensated for the reasonable medical expenses and compensation for the injuries caused by her. Seeing that she wasn't swayed, the bald man attempted to touch her face. He grinned obscenely. "If you won't give money, then let's use your body." However, before his hand could touch her, she
When the doctor stitched Andrew's wound with seven stitches, Isabella sat beside, her hands propping up her chin, gazing at him with a look of admiration.Her mind replayed the recent scenes over and over.He smiled and said, "A kiss, and I'll handle those people for you."After dealing with those people, he stood under the dim streetlight, lowered his head, and kissed her, asking for his reward.Just the thought of his gentle yet domineering kiss, the cool touch of his lips, and his slippery tongue made her cheeks flush."Does it hurt?" She looked at his blurry wound, pouting slightly as she asked."I had anesthesia. Do you think it hurts?" He raised an eyebrow in response. In truth, this slight pain meant nothing to him. Moreover, a werewolf's healing ability was swift.Isabella wished she could knock herself out; what a ridiculous question she had asked.Andrew and Isabella returned to the apartment, already past midnight.As he opened the door to the master bedroom, she eagerly fo
Isabella was completely confused, not knowing which play they were acting out. However, out of politeness, she respectfully greeted the couple, considering their seniority.Mrs. Miller seemed particularly enthusiastic, grasping Isabella's hands and meticulously scanning her from head to toe, satisfied with her manners and appearance. She smiled and said, "You can call me Auntie, and I'll call you Isabella. It'll make things feel more familiar."She forced a smile, tugging at the corners of her lips, thinking, "What Auntie? What Isabella? How well do we even know each other?"Subsequently, Victoria and Isabella took their seats.Isabella was seated next to Mrs. Miller, who bombarded her with questions, asking about her age, school graduation, hobbies, and more. She patiently answered each one.Victoria occasionally chimed in, "Isabella is the brightest star in our family. Dad spoils her; even Mom pays more attention to her than to me. I often feel envious of her."Charlotte, on the sid
She was already tired of pretending with Charlotte, bluntly pushing her hand away and saying in an indifferent tone, 'Thank you for your kindness, Auntie and elder sister, but, Mr. Luke and I are not quite compatible.' By saying this, Isabella had already drawn a clear line. After speaking, she took off the white jade bracelet from her wrist and thrust it into Charlotte's hand. "Please trouble my sister to return the bracelet. No work, no gain. I can't dare to accept such a precious gift." Victoria hadn't expected her refusal at all. Even though she was adept at disguising her emotions, her face immediately changed. She thought Isabella, a woman who had been used by others, had even given birth to an illegitimate child. Being able to marry into the Miller family was already a miraculous opportunity earned over several lifetimes. How dare she refuse! "What did you say?" Even Caleb was surprised, raising his eyebrows. "Are your ears working fine? Do I need to repeat myself? You bro
At the same time, Isabella's car was smoothly cruising on the road, with Olivia behind the wheel. Olivia knew about her blind date with Luke, which made her jealous and envious. She slapped the steering wheel in frustration, “What a waste, what a waste! If you don’t want it, just give it to me.” “I would if I could, but unfortunately, Luke's ownership doesn't belong to me,”she replied with a smile. 'You can still laugh about it? Missing out on the movie king, doesn't it bother you?' Olivia asked. At Olivia's words, Isabella seemed to seriously ponder for a moment, then pretended to nod, 'It's a pity.' 'Actually, you and Luke are really suitable for each other. Handsome guy and beautiful girl, comparable family background. Why not just marry him?' Olivia suggested, genuinely thinking that Isabella and Luke looked good together. 'If I really follow their wishes to marry Luke, that's me being sold off, happily helping to count the money,' Isabella self-mockingly laughed. Olivia lo
She grabbed a bottle of mineral water and, whether intentionally or not, struggled to open it. She nearly used all her strength until the cap finally came off, but her hand slipped, causing the liquid to spill onto the floor, soaking her legs and the bandages wrapped around her ankles. She couldn't get any unluckier. Isabella was on the verge of tears; even a bottle of water was bullying her now. It felt like life was getting unbearable. She was struggling with the wet leg when the doorbell rang at that exact moment. Isabella instinctively thought it might be Olivia returning, so she bounced over to open the door. However, what met her eyes was a handsome man. "Andrew?" Isabella stared at him, wide-eyed, looking baffled. It takes over two hours to fly from Ithaca town to New York; Superman couldn't make it that fast. She instinctively thought she might be hallucinating and rubbed her eyes forcefully with her hand. Andrew's blue eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and amusemen