This was the opportunity Clay had been waiting for. When he saw Lydia step out onto the balcony alone for some fresh air, he knew his moment had come. Even the "accidental" spill of red wine on Andrew had been orchestrated by him through a minor celebrity he had enlisted.The time had come!Lydia, on the other hand, was desperately searching for a way to escape. She had few options at hand, except… a glass of red wine. Perhaps, she could make use of it.Suppressing the nausea in her stomach, Lydia forced a smile at Clay. "Clay, what a chance encounter. Since you're so eager to spend time with me, I wouldn’t want to spoil the mood. But don’t you think doing something like this in such a public place might be a bit… inappropriate?"Her voice was deliberately ambiguous, not outright rejecting Clay’s advances.Clay’s eyes flashed with disdain. No wonder she quickly hooked up with the heir of the SAC Group after her divorce. So, she wasn’t some untouchable ice queen, but a seductive poppy
Lydia gently pushed Lambert's hand away and said, "I'm fine now. Thank you for today. I'll handle the rest on my own. Your girlfriend is here, so you should go take care of whatever you need to."At this point, Verna had also noticed that something was off. She caught a glimpse of a person lying on the balcony and, seeing Lambert's grim expression, immediately understood what had happened. Without another glance, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look around anymore.Lambert frowned, turned to Verna, and noticed that her figure was similar to Lydia's. He asked, "Do you have a spare dress?"Verna snapped out of her thoughts. "Ah, yes!"Lambert then gently pushed Lydia towards Verna. "Take her to change.""Oh."Verna, still reeling, suddenly realized how she had just behaved like Lambert's lackey. She was his current girlfriend, wasn’t she? She needed to be put in her proper place!After giving his orders, Lambert immediately called Bob. "There's an old man on the balcony. Tak
"Okay, take care of yourself. Remember to call me when you get there, understood?""Got it!"Wythe hung up the phone, eager to call Lambert next. Receiving the call lifted Lambert's spirits significantly, and the frustration he had felt earlier began to dissipate. His son had reached out to him, which made him very happy.Lambert immediately decided to leave the banquet and bid farewell to a few friends before hurrying home.Watching Lambert rush off, Horace couldn't help but tease, "Seeing Lambert being such a devoted father, it's making me want to have a son of my own soon."Lennon glanced at him, "It seems your girlfriend is still hiding somewhere, though!""Well, we're all in the same boat, so don't bring that up. But how's Verna going to get home?"Indeed, because Lambert left in such a hurry, he missed Verna, who had gone to the restroom. When Verna came out, she found her companion had vanished!Verna was speechless, feeling utterly ignored. At the very least, he could have tol
Wythe's small body blended into the darkness as he quickly made his way to Odgen's room. The door was ajar, and the room remained shrouded in darkness. After a moment, Odgen came hurrying toward the room.Wythe's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid in a corner, taking advantage of the shadows. He was extremely nervous but also felt a strange thrill, as if he was about to uncover some wrongdoing and expose it himself.In his haste, Odgen failed to notice Wythe hiding in the corner and walked straight into the room. Moments later, voices started to come from inside."Odgen, is it done? When should I go over?" a delicate female voice reached Wythe's ears."Don't be in a hurry. I've already given him the drug. I'll check on him later, and when the effects kick in, I'll have someone notify you. But I won't be coming back. Let me remind you one more time, once the child is born, you take the money and leave. There will be no further contact with our family
"Miss, the master sent me to inform you that the young master is ready for you. You can head over now—it's the second room on the left on this floor. Make sure you don’t go to the wrong room! Also, the master ordered that you’re not allowed to turn on the lights.""I understand!"Heloise adjusted her robe before opening the door and heading toward the room she was instructed to enter. As soon as she pushed the door open, she was enveloped in darkness. However, with the faint moonlight streaming through the window, she quickly adjusted to the dimness. In the distance, she could make out the figure of someone lying on a large European-style bed. Though she couldn’t see the person's face clearly, she noticed that they were in visible discomfort, tossing and turning on the bed.Heloise sneered to herself. It seemed Mr. Halsey was particularly harsh on his son, drugging him so heavily. But this was none of her concern—her task was simply
After Lambert finished speaking, he took Wythe's hand and led him downstairs. A moment later, he heard Wythe giggle.“Ha ha ha, Daddy, Grandpa’s expression just now was so funny!”Lambert reached out to pat Wythe’s head, still maintaining his stoic expression. His feelings were complicated; his father’s actions had deeply hurt him, and right now, facing his father was the last thing he wanted to do.Twenty minutes later, in the villa’s living room, Lambert and Wythe were seated on the sofa, with Odgen sitting across from them. Odgen had tidied himself up and still carried himself with that insincere dignity.Heloise had already been dismissed by Odgen. After all, since the seeds had been sown in the wrong place, there was no point in sticking around.Lambert’s cold gaze swept across Odgen’s face. “Father, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”“What do I need to exp
“That’s a good idea. Alright, just be careful,” Andrew said.Lydia smiled, “I’m not a child, you know!”Andrew’s mood brightened at her smile. These days, he thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Lydia. Their relationship had settled into a comfortable familiarity, much like a long-married couple. It wasn’t a passionate love, but the warmth of their connection had quietly woven itself into their daily lives. Andrew thought that even if Lydia never agreed to marry him, having her by his side like this might be enough.Unbeknownst to him, Lydia was clear about their relationship. She constantly reminded herself that she was merely playing a role—she had only agreed to this arrangement to ensure Clara's surgery went smoothly. One day, she would leave, and she knew she had to find the right opportunity to do so.For now, though, both Andrew and Lydia maintained the status quo, each keeping their thoughts t
As a fashion designer, Lydia never confines herself to past achievements. Even though she has gained significant recognition abroad, she sees herself as a sponge, always eager to absorb new knowledge. The more she learns, the more perfect her designs can become.Lydia and Thera strolled through the exhibition hall, admiring the various outfits, some of which were bizarre, others creative. Lydia was particularly captivated by some of the new materials used in the designs.“I never thought there were so many alternatives to traditional fabrics. This is really an eye-opener for me,” Thera said, her voice filled with wonder. “Look at that dress on the model—it’s made of balloons! How many balloons did they use? The flowers on it look so realistic!”Lydia smiled, “Yes, it’s an excellent example of creative design. This designer not only has a unique perspective on fashion but is also highly skilled in balloon art.”As Lydia explained the details, she was also amazed by the level of creativ