Ron felt he had turned the tide and was extremely pleased with himself. So what if Lydia inherited the G Group now?She would still be a woman scorned by many, wouldn't she? The media was always the best tool.Just thinking about his performance on TV not long ago, he himself felt deeply emotional.A cold gleam flashed beneath his gold-rimmed glasses.Ron refused to believe it. If he could corner Lydia six years ago, how could she still have him under control six years later? Hmph!After parking the car in the underground garage, Ron checked the time.As a token of appreciation for the help from the director earlier, he had made a dinner appointment with him today.Stepping out of the car, Ron straightened his clothes and walked confidently towards the exit of the parking lot.Suddenly, several burly men got out of a Hummer, each one tall and muscular with fierce expressions.Ron glanced at them and quickened his pace. These guys looked like trouble, and he didn't want any part of it.
Emotional interviews could quickly be brought to an end, with no further broadcasts, and even the host apologizing for their words – all thanks to Lambert.Although this left him owing his friend Lennon a favor, hearing from Wythe's call that Lydia's mood had improved greatly also brought him a sense of satisfaction.As for Lydia, though unaware of all this, she didn't continue to focus her energy on the scoundrel Ron.As for remarriage, Lydia expressed complete indifference, stating she could just as well sue Ron for bigamy!Meanwhile, Lambert hadn't called during this time, leaving Lydia feeling unsettled. Despite her earlier request for no contact, she couldn't help but secretly resent his absence.Wythe noticed Lydia's mixed feelings and thus, on the same day, when he and Lambert were video calling, he deliberately called Lydia over.Seeing Lambert's dazzling dark eyes on the screen, Lydia couldn't help but blush. Suddenly, all those little bumps in their relationship seemed to va
Lydia's gaze swept over the recently completed sample clothes and the precious design sketches, a hint of heartache flickering in her eyes, but anger soon replaced it.Seeing Lydia appear, the madness in Maggie's eyes gradually subsided a bit. "You finally decided to show up! I'm asking you, did you arrange for someone to hurt Ron? I know you're wealthy and powerful now, but don't forget, all of this was supposed to be ours!"Lydia looked at the hysterical Maggie, her angry gaze gradually cooling into pity.She slowly curved her lips into a smirk. "Maggie, it seems it's you who hasn't figured things out! Last week, I officially acquired ownership of the G Group. Moreover, these things were all left to me by my mother. They have nothing to do with you!""Bah! Let's not talk about property matters. How do you explain Ron's injury?" Maggie knew the property issue was settled, so she moved on to the matter of Ron being hurt.Lydia frowned. "What happened to Ron?""Don't play dumb with me!
Lydia dialed Maggie's number first. Maggie sounded startled when she answered, then her tone turned sour. "Why are you calling me?""It's nothing. I just wanted to thank you for the compensation. Harlan has already given the money. Since that's settled, those crazy videos I have of you are useless now. So, I've decided to give them back to you." Lydia's tone remained calm."You're being so generous?" Maggie frowned, clearly not believing Lydia's words."Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Since I'm short on time, you better make up your mind quickly. Today at 1 PM, Queen Hotel, second floor. Whether you come or not is your choice." Lydia hung up the phone, feeling confident that Maggie would show up. Even if it wasn't for the videos, she would come to see what Lydia was up to.Indeed, Lydia's guess was correct. Maggie did plan to check the situation. Moreover, she intended to use this incident to tarnish Lydia's reputation, portraying her as a seemingly innocent but internally
Maggie's footsteps staggered. Eight years of love couldn't compare to Lydia?Or perhaps, it couldn't compare to Lydia's position in the G Corporation! She couldn't bear to listen anymore!Especially when Ron blamed her for all the things they did to Lydia back then, Maggie felt like her heart was plunged into an ice cellar, trembling with cold!This man! This man she had been with for eight years, investing her youth and emotions in, was he really speaking ill of her like this?Moreover, for the sake of gaining Lydia's forgiveness, he wanted to divorce her?Maggie's eyes turned red, flames of anger almost engulfing her whole being. She looked squarely at Lydia.It was all because of this woman! It was because of this woman that Ron would say such things!Maggie gritted her teeth and took a step forward. "Lydia! You wicked woman! Go to hell!"As she spoke, she picked up the coffee cup from the table and hurled it towards Lydia.Fortunately, Lydia was prepared. She quickly got up and av
In the hospital room, permeated by the smell of disinfectant, Maggie lay pale on the bed.Outside, Ron sat on a bench, several cigarette butts scattered at his feet.He held another cigarette in his hand, smoke curling around him, darkening his genteel face, giving it a somber air.His clothes bore traces of blood, and his hair was disheveled from the earlier press scrum, making him look disheveled.After a moment, hurried footsteps approached, and Harlan rushed with Mildred towards the direction of the ward.Seeing Ron sitting there, Mildred hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Where's Maggie?"Ron stubbed out his cigarette. "She's inside.""What exactly happened?" Mildred was on the verge of breaking down.Ron paused. "They said she had a miscarriage.""What?" Mildred's eyes widened, and she stepped forward, grabbing Ron's collar. "What are you saying? When did Maggie get pregnant? How could she suddenly have a miscarriage? Did you do this?"Why were they both present when things went
Early the next morning, Lydia got up before six. She couldn't sleep well, even though today's schedule had long been set. She was feeling nervous.So, Lydia went to Wythe's room and nudged him, still in the midst of dreaming. "Wythe, what do you think about me staying home today? You can go with your dad alone, okay?"Wythe, half-awake, bolted up from the bed at her words. "Mom, how can you say something like that?"Lydia lowered her head, looking troubled. She never quite knew how to interact with elders.After her mother's death, she grew more distant from Harlan, and as for Mildred, her stepmother, they barely communicated beyond material matters.Suddenly facing two elders, especially those who had shown obvious dislike towards her before, Lydia felt truly unsure. She hesitated for a moment.Wythe's expression softened, and he stepped forward to hug Lydia. "Mom, do you really trust me to go with Dad alone? What if they don't let me come back?"With Wythe's words, Lydia hesitated.
On the wide road, a black Maybach raced past, traversing a long stretch of forest before arriving at an estate.Flanking the estate were attendants dressed neatly, their demeanor respectful. As the Maybach passed, they all bowed in unison.Lydia couldn't help but feel astonished.Although she knew of the Halsey family's illustrious lineage, seeing it firsthand left her at a loss for words.The Halsey family was a century-old family, and even the estate exuded an inexplicable air of opulent grandeur. This was the ancestral home of the Halseys, where their parents resided.After her initial surprise, Lydia felt increasingly nervous. She knew their impression of her hadn't been favorable, and she hoped today might change that.Finally, the car came to a stop. Before Lydia could move, someone outside opened the door.The person who emerged was in their forties or fifties, impeccably dressed in a suit, hair neatly combed back, with a stern expression—a clear indication that he was the esta