Ten minutes later, Lambert emerged from the bathroom, catching Lydia's gaze.His jet-black, thick hair was tousled and dripping with water, a stark contrast to its usual meticulousness.He was shirtless, revealing a perfectly sculpted physique, despite years spent in an office chair.His wheat-colored skin was adorned with a thin layer of muscle, defined yet not exaggerated, with a sexy V-line extending from his eight-pack abs, partially obscured by the towel wrapped around his waist. Despite this, Lydia could sense tension emanating from him.Glancing downward, she observed his long, powerful legs standing firmly.Lydia shyly lowered her eyes, swallowing nervously.The thought of his sensual body about to embrace her made her heart race uncontrollably, a strange heat rising within her, causing her to awkwardly adjust her neckline.Lambert smirked slightly, taking deliberate steps toward her.Just as he stopped in front of her, preparing to embrace her, Lydia felt a sudden panic in he
Five minutes later, Lambert was already tidied up, standing impeccably in his suit at the entrance, waiting for Lydia.Meanwhile, Lydia was staring blankly at a wardrobe full of clothes.As a fashion designer, she had plenty of options, but today she couldn't decide what to wear. Lambert had left several bright-colored kiss marks on her neck, and annoyingly, not a single item in her wardrobe had a high neckline.She couldn't possibly wear a winter sweater, could she?It was May now, and though there was still a chill in the air at times, wearing a high-neck sweater was out of the question!Lydia was frustrated, wishing she could just go out and bite Lambert back on the neck.Seeing Lydia taking so long to come out, Lambert walked over, only to be met with a glare for no apparent reason."What's wrong?" Lambert asked, puzzled.Lydia pointed to the marks on her neck. "Look at this! It looks like a dog chewed on me. Concealer can't even cover it. How am I supposed to go out like this?"L
In a suburban villa, the sound of shattering glass shattered the morning tranquility, followed by a piercing scream."Get out! Ron, just get out!"In the room, Maggie sat pale-faced on the bed, her long black hair veiling her resentful eyes, resembling a demon straight from hell.The shattered glass and spilled milk on the floor turned the once tidy room into a mess.Ron, with a grim expression and traces of scratched skin around his mouth, didn't utter a word, simply turned and left.In the downstairs living room, Harlan was reading the newspaper while Mildred instructed the maid to set the breakfast table.Seeing Ron coming down, Mildred's expression changed. "Is Maggie throwing another fit?"Ron nodded slightly, sitting silently beside Harlan. Mildred refrained from scolding upon noticing the bloodstains on Ron's lips, instead rising from her seat. "I'll go check on her."Ron lowered his gaze, masking his impatience.Since the miscarriage incident, Maggie's temper had become increa
Lydia had barely stepped out of the company gates with the prosecutors when she was surrounded by a swarm of reporters."Miss Gilford, we heard that you obtained the management rights of the G Group through bribery of high officials. Is it true?""Miss Gilford, you just concluded one lawsuit not long ago, and now you're being reported again. What exactly is the reason? Can you tell us the truth?""Miss Gilford, with your frequent involvement in various lawsuits, is it because of your unethical behavior?"...Throughout the barrage of questions, Lydia remained silent.The lead prosecutor gestured for the reporters to step back and stated impartially, "We're just requesting her cooperation for the investigation. It hasn't been confirmed that she's guilty. Please choose your words carefully."Observing coldly, Lydia understood that this matter was far from simple.Having recently taken over the company, she hadn't offended anyone. So what was the motive behind this report?A thought flas
When Lydia turned to face Gordon, his slightly chubby face showed no sign of embarrassment; instead, he spoke candidly, "Lydia, although I want to support you, just take a look at what has happened since you returned to the country? The company has already undergone restructuring once and can't afford any more turmoil. This is a time when we need to maintain steady growth, yet your actions during this period have disappointed me greatly."Lydia's face paled at his words, but she tightly pursed her lips, though her eyes sparkled unusually bright, seemingly unaffected.Gordon continued, "Lydia, although we didn't discuss this matter with you beforehand, our intention was also for the sake of the company. So, I believe you should understand our decision."Taking a deep breath, Lydia remained calm as she replied, "What exactly is this 'decision' you speak of? As the company's ultimate decision-maker, I have the right to know, don't I?""Ha-ha-ha!" Harlan suddenly laughed, "Ultimate decisi
Harlan remained seated on the ground, wailing, while Ron wanted to go help him but hesitated, not knowing what to do.He silently retreated a few steps, lowering his presence.He knew it wasn't a good idea to speak up at a time like this; it was wiser to protect oneself!Lambert didn't bother with them anymore. He reached out and pulled Lydia's shoulder into his grasp, furrowing his brows as he looked at her slightly swollen face. "Are you okay?"Lydia shook her head gently. "It's nothing serious. Why are you here?"Lambert snorted, "Knowing that there are some pests with no sense of shame! Of course, I have to come to help you!"Lydia smiled at his words, but the movement of her lips caused pain from the wound, making her gasp, "Ah..."Lambert's face immediately darkened to the extreme.He stepped forward, raising a foot to stomp down on Harlan, who was trying to get up from the ground, looking down at him like he was seeing a lowly ant."If you continue to challenge my bottom line,
Lydia wasn't sure how long she had been crying.All she knew was that she eventually drifted off to sleep in Lambert's arms, and when she woke up again, she was back in her rented apartment.The soft sunlight gently coaxed Lydia's eyes open. Perhaps from crying for too long, her eyes still felt sore.She shielded them from the slightly harsh light with her hand and turned her head, only to find Wythe looking at her with a worried expression, his big eyes blinking anxiously."Mom..." Lydia's voice came out hoarse.Rarely, Wythe's nose tingled, and he leaned in, asking with concern, "Mom! Are you feeling better?"Lydia instinctively wrapped her arm around Wythe's small head and kissed his soft black hair. "I'm fine now.""Mom, you shouldn't cry for unrelated people in the future. I've heard about what happened. It's just a company, not worth you worrying so much!" Wythe's dissatisfaction was evident.He thought Lydia must have cried because someone at work had bullied her, but he was re
Inside the Gilford mansion, Harlan sat on the sofa with his hands bandaged, his face full of gloom.Mildred peeled oranges for him, muttering, "I told you, Lydia has no conscience. No matter what, you're her biological father. Yet, she let an outsider publicly beat you like this. It's simply outrageous!""Yeah, Dad, we can't just let this go! We must ruin that bitch!" Maggie's thin face twisted with resentment, while Ron sat next to her, lost in thought.Although their marital relationship seemed distant, they had to temporarily set aside their differences and unite against Lydia.After all, Maggie still had feelings for this man, and she had devoted so many years of her youth to him. If she let him leave so easily, it would be unfair to herself.Getting off track, they were now discussing how to deal with Lydia."Well, I have an idea!" Ron, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up, drawing the attention of the other three present.Harlan frowned, "Just spit it out! No need