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
Especially the woman beside Lydia—who exactly is she, and how could she be so arrogant?Verna, though not as well-connected as the Arliss family, had grown up in luxury and had never suffered such humiliation. She immediately tugged at Lambert's arm, "Lambert, who is this person? They say a good dog doesn’t block the way, even dogs know that. How come some people don’t get it? The world is truly going downhill!"Lambert was left speechless. He had intended to keep the peace, but this girl was only adding fuel to the fire.Upon hearing Verna's words, Thera’s pretty face instantly turned cold. “Some people must’ve been raised on crap, or maybe they forgot to brush their teeth before stepping out. Such filthy language—what excellent upbringing!”“Hmph, my upbringing might not be perfect, but it’s certainly better than blocking someone’s way. Ma’am, at your age, you should stay home and relax, lest menopause hits, and you start biting people randomly!”“Seems like Lambert’s taste is getti
Lydia suddenly calmed down. She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, they were clear, but the sparkle had vanished, leaving only compromise and emptiness. “Whatever you say. We’re not involved anymore, right? Surely, the esteemed CEO of Universal Conglomerate wouldn’t dwell on past mistakes?”Lambert, hearing her acknowledgment, felt as if a gaping hole had been torn in his chest, leaving him with an unbearable emptiness. Hatred spread from deep within him—she had really admitted it!Just as Lambert, burning with rage, took a step towards Lydia, not knowing what he might do to her, a sharp voice rang out, “Lambert! Stop it! Are you even a man? How dare you raise a hand against a woman!”Immediately after, a high heel flew straight towards Lambert’s face!Lambert tilted his head and dodged it, his gaze as sharp as ice as he looked over. Thera was limping toward him, her beautiful eyes ablaze with anger.Apparently, while Thera and Verna were arguing, they suddenly realized that
The room fell silent, the heated discussions among the executives coming to an abrupt halt. Lydia's headache intensified."Director, I have a suggestion," one manager spoke up. "Regardless of why our competitors are suppressing us, we need to showcase superior work. There's an upcoming high-fashion design competition. I believe this is an opportunity. If our company can place well, those who canceled contracts with us will regret it."Lydia's eyes brightened. Strength speaks louder than words; if they could prove their capability, why worry about others' schemes?She shot an approving look at the design manager. "Good. I'll leave this to you. Contact the organizers and select some talented designers to represent us."The design manager beamed with pride. "Rest assured, Director. I will handle it well."Not wanting to be outdone, the business manager chimed in, "Director, I'd like another chance. Allow me to visit the companies that canceled contracts and try to win them back."With bo
"Lydia, are you really sure there's anything left between us? Wasn't it you who said we should go our separate ways, bridge by bridge, road by road, never to cross paths again? Besides, aren't you already engaged to Andrew?""Lambert, when did you become so unprofessional? I remember you weren't always like this. Moreover, wouldn't it be better for the studio's long-term growth if it became independent?"Lambert curled his lips into a smile. "You're not wrong. For a design studio to grow stronger, it's best to operate independently and create its own brand. But why should I do that? You know I don't lack money, so there's no reason for me to sell off a studio with potential."Lambert's firm stance left Lydia momentarily at a loss. She had come here brimming with confidence, assuming that a large company like Universal Conglomerate wouldn't care about a small studio, especially since they were divorced, and there was no need for further entanglement. But now, Lydia realized she had ove