The director was dumbstruck when he heard that and quickly defended himself, "We follow the rules and regulations closely. There is absolutely no favoritism, Miss Nolan!""Enough! Are you guys not going to join the show anymore?"The loud voice of the crowd drowned out Melody's voice. It was impossible to draw their attention.Albert immediately helped clear the way for her. While pulling them apart, he shouted, "Make way, the boss is here!"Melody was figuring out a plan when someone who seemed to enjoy watching the fight shouted, "Don't just gab on the matter, fight if you can!"The moment he said that a few boys were aroused.Calvert winked at his partner. He quickly immobilized the security guards and quickly broke through the crowd.In a flash, Calvert stood in front of Oliver. This was when the fight started!Oliver was a hot-tempered boy who could be provoked easily. His punches became heavier every time he swung his hand. Nigel, who was still sensible, immediately pulle
The news about Oliver and Calvert's disqualification from the program quickly became widespread.Nolan Enterprise reached out to both of their companies, requesting that they send someone to take the two away.Luke was the first to receive this news. He frowned upon hearing it, asking, "How did this happen? Okay, I got it."After hanging up, Luke looked at Christopher and found that he was deeply engrossed in his work and hesitated to interrupt.He decided to approach with a cup of freshly brewed tea. He chose his words wisely and cautiously, beginning, "Mr. Bolton, there's an update from the team at Nolan Enterprise."Christopher looked up, signaling for him to continue.Observing Luke's reluctance, he prompted, "Go on.""Oliver and an Altair Corporation trainee got into a fight and broke the program's rules. They've been disqualified, and I've dispatched someone to collect him.""Once he's back," Christopher scowled and commanded, "have him reflect on his actions."Luke then
Christopher had no reason to stay any longer at this point.Jasmine trailed behind him, and as they neared the door, she cast a cold glance back at Melody. What Melody had done to her today will stick with her.When there was another knock, Melody assumed it was Jenson returning.As she looked up, her mind had glimpses of fragmented memories. She spied a man's profile, somehow familiar but whose identity she could not place.She rubbed the aching point between her brows, ignoring the headache, and said, "Come in."The door opened from the outside, and Albert entered with an ice pack in hand.Melody questioned him softly, "Didn't I ask you to concentrate on your filming? Why are you back here?""Don't worry, Mel," he said cheerfully as he sat alongside her. "I'm on a break right now, and there's no need for me in the current game segment. I'm worried about you and want to see how you are doing."He placed the ice pack gently on her forehead, thoughtfully wrapping it in a towel t
The photo depicted a young couple in matching outfits, their eyes sparkling with affection as they gazed into the camera.On the back were the initials "P" and "M", written with elegant flair.The man in the photo was the one that frequently appeared in her dreams. He was the one who had taught her hacking skills and who had selflessly given his life to save her during the cruise ship disaster.This was her Philip.Her fingers trembled as they traced over the photo, and she could not restrain her tears any longer.Piece by piece, the scattered fragmented memories formed a logical narrative.All her memories of Philip came back to her in a flood.Philip Scott, the Scott family's eldest son, was a distinguished student at Copious College and Melody's senior. They had met at a dance, where their mutual attraction blossomed into love.They were each other's first love, a wonderful chapter in their youth that occupied an important part of their lives.Melody now understood why Sama
As a gentle drizzle began to fall, the atmosphere in the car was heavy with silence.Albert drove the car in silence, pondering what to say as Melody reclined back in her seat, staring blankly out the window at the passing scenery.The two were usually bubbly and happy when together. However, today, a shared, unspoken sorrow took its place.Upon arriving at the stately graveyard, Albert courteously held an umbrella over Melody, leading her through the solemn grounds."This way."Their path wound along a narrow trail, opening into a broad, straight walkway of slate, leading to a beautifully carved white marble grave.Irises were blooming beside the tombstone, which bore an inscription, "In Loving Memory of Philip Scott, The Distinguished Eldest Son of the Scott Family's Thirteenth Generation."There was a monochrome photo of Philip from his university days, framed by delicate pink roses. His image, brimming with life and youthful vigor, seemed almost as if he were still present.
Talia addressed Christopher directly, unconcerned by the awkward situation."Didn't I tell you? I'm also worried about Nat. You haven't responded to any of my messages recently, so I decided to visit you in person."Luke, unable to help but cut in, said, "Mr. Bolton has been occupied with pressing corporate matters. He's too busy to check messages from outsiders."His comment subtly positioned Talia as an outsider, further distancing her relationship with his boss.Talia was visibly irked and cast a spiteful glare at Luke. His continuous interference was a thorn in her side.Choosing to overlook Luke's remark, she held up the thermos and stated, "Nat and I are friends too. Given the tragedy that befell her, of course, I'm worried about her. I cooked her some soup. It'll help her wake up faster."Christopher, gently yet firmly, declined her offer, "You don't have to do that."His disinterest in extending their dialogue was apparent.The buzzing of his phone interrupted him as he
Olivia flung the pillow aside furiously and gasped for breath. After addressing Talia, she turned her attention to the pressing issue at hand."What's wrong with Nat? Why isn't she reacting to anything now?"Observing Natasha's unusual condition, Christopher called the hospital's dean promptly.The dean, deeply concerned about Natasha's well-being, arrived within ten minutes of being contacted.He reviewed Natasha's medical records thoroughly and made several attempts to communicate with her. Eventually, he diagnosed her with a semi-catatonic state.Regrettably, he informed her, "Ms. Bolton is awake, but the trauma she endured was too much for her mental state. Currently, she might be experiencing some brain damage."Olivia stood up abruptly, her voice laced with anxiety, "What are you implying? Are you suggesting that my daughter has gone insane?"The dean tried to explain as gently as he could, "This appears to be a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. The duration of this
Luke hesitated momentarily, recalling that "Andersen" was the pseudonym Christopher had used overseas, but the voice on the other end of the line was unfamiliar to him."Karl, thank you so much for personally inviting me," Christopher remarked softly."No, no, Andersen. As I told you in Ciginia, drop the formalities. We're classmates and buddies, okay?" Karl's voice was lively over the phone. "Did you receive the invitation? I wrote it by hand. You have to come!"The company's affairs had piled up since Christopher was busy looking into his sister's affair and making sporadic trips to the hospital.Christopher was preoccupied with investigating his sister's situation and managing hospital visits, so it led to the neglect of his business responsibilities.Though he wanted to join, his schedule was full."Regrettably, Karl, I'm too busy these days, but I appreciate the gesture."Karl's reaction was a loud, mournful cry."Really, Andersen? After three long years, you're treating y