"Mr. Slater, our cash flow has been reduced due to the company's recent disbursements," Darell's assistant reported warily, studying his boss's despairing look."The others are urgently requesting payment transfers, and some are even demanding large amounts of compensation," the assistant added with caution.Darell was enraged. He hurled a pile of documents onto the floor, creating a chaotic mess.His eyes burned with fury as he exclaimed, "These motherfuckers are opportunists!"Slamming his fist on the table, he vented, "I never imagined that dealing with these people would be this challenging."The rest of the business partners, shrewd and calculating, had held off on resuming their collaborations with Bolton Enterprise. They aimed to extract more profits from him.Darell realized that his strategy had backfired."Just keep them appeased for now and make sure that this doesn't get out," he ordered sharply.His assistant acknowledged him and promptly exited the room....Els
The look in Melody's eyes wavered ever so slightly. Her demeanor was cold, and she remarked, "Is there anything to discuss besides work-related topics?"Her words were like ice-cold daggers piercing Christopher's heart, chilling him to the bone.He managed a forced smile and conceded, "I call for a work discussion."…Melody descended the steps and climbed into a Lincoln Limousine an hour later.Christopher was watching her in the back seat. He spoke with a touch of melancholy, asking, "Are you treating me like your limousine driver?""Well, not just anyone gets to sit in the passenger seat," Melody replied indifferently.Christopher looked at her more intently. His eyes gleamed subtly in the low light."You're the only one who belongs there," he said in a raspy voice, his tone tinged with warmth.Melody felt a stir from his words. She pressed her lips together and looked out the window, ignoring his comment.Christopher sighed internally, recognizing that he was looking fo
Hearing this, Melody's face stiffened briefly as she lowered her gaze slightly.Jonathan had always treated her as if she were his own granddaughter, and she found it difficult to say no.So, gently extracting herself from his hold, she whispered, "Okay."With her consent, Christopher's face, which had been filled with disappointment, brightened with a victorious smile.He touched his fingers fondly, still warm from her touch, and said contentedly, "Well then, let's head back.""I agreed to see Grandpa, but I didn't agree to go with you," Melody quickly clarified, throwing him a glance.Her words drew a clear line between them, leaving him unable to argue.Christopher's smile vanished, caught off guard by her statement.Tension filled the room.He gazed at Melody without blinking, his face blank for a moment before showing a reaction."You're not coming with me?" he asked, his voice straining as he uttered the words, a hint of disbelief in his tone."I'm visiting Grandpa. Pl
His eyes were filled with astonishment. He had lost all traces of his previous arrogance and confidence.Melody's expression was icy as she turned away without a word, ignoring him.The sound of a snack bag being opened resonated in the car. Melody began enjoying her biscuits with pleasure.She intentionally ate the "junk food" that Christopher had scorned. As she ate, she made it a point to remark, "Delicious."Hearing this, Philip looked at her with a smile."Glad you're enjoying it." His voice was soft and gentle, saying, "I'll make sure to keep more in the car for you."Melody acknowledged with a nod.Suddenly shifting the topic, Philip mentioned, "About that web project we're collaborating on with Sol Group, they're ready to start now."Melody responded thoughtfully, "I'll assign a team to survey the market and ensure speedy progress on this project."They started discussing Nolan Enterprise's business, effectively excluding Christopher, who was sitting in the back feel
They both gazed up at each other as their conversation came to a close.Despite the noise in the corridor and a cool wind passing through, their eyes only saw each other at that time.Melody lifted her head slightly to see Christopher's well-defined jawline that led up to his deep, captivating eyes.She looked into those eyes softly, as if sucked into a vortex that caused mysterious ripples that swallowed her.The air around them became charged with a volatile tension, wildly and uncontrollably developing, as if the air were tinged with a bewitching quality.Eventually, the loud noises in the corridor stopped.Melody's rambling thoughts suddenly brought her back to reality. She quickly diverted her gaze and pulled away from Christopher's embrace.Her heart was beating erratically, likely a result of the shock she had just experienced.Regaining her composure, she noticed a large bloodstain on Christopher's suit, and her voice rose involuntarily, "You're hurt?"Christopher then
Christopher expressed his annoyance with a click of his tongue and took off his shirt reluctantly.His light complexion was now exposed to the cool air, and the slight smell of antiseptics lingered in the air.Philip kept a neutral expression on his face as he poured hydrogen peroxide over the wound, which fizzed with small white bubbles."Melody's defense of you just now was for purely professional reasons," Christopher frowned and pointed out, "Don't delude yourself into thinking it was more."This comment seemed to affect Philip. His movements were noticeably rougher after hearing that. He pressed the wound so hard that he tore it, causing Christopher excruciating pain.Biting back his discomfort, Christopher endured it in silence, internally criticizing Philip's pettiness and tendency to hold grudges."Are you being bitter because you couldn't have what you wanted?" Philip asked, and his normally soft features became icy.Despite the harsh remarks, he continued to heal Chris
Thanks to Melody's words, the employees recovered from the panic of the failed experiments."Ms. Nolan right. We're in here, so we'd be the ones who get hit first if an accident happens.""Don't worry. I will strictly follow the procedure from now on to ensure there are zero mistakes!"As the other employees nodded in agreement, Melody strode toward the woman standing near the wall, her rosy lips parting to breathe the icy words, "Who sent you?"It was a short question, but her cold demeanor could not be more obvious—the woman actually felt a chill down her spine!At the same time, everyone else was staring in shock at both women, surprised that their boss would ask such a question.The woman's already pale face turned even paler, but she quickly lowered her gaze to hide her panic.At the doorway, Christopher raised his brow, not surprised by Melody's abrupt question.Reasonably speaking, a demonstration was sufficient to enlighten the employees on the hazards of lab errors, b
Philip breathed a long sigh, as if making a monumental choice.He respected Melody's choices—he would protect her no matter what happened and definitely prevent Christopher from hurting her again.He watched as they disappeared from sight before slowly turning to drive away.-In the drawing room, Jonathan Bolton was sitting on the brown couch. He had his eyes closed, though he was holding onto his cane, which was embedded with an emerald that symbolized his status and authority."Mr. Bolton, Mr. Christopher has returned with Ms. Nolan," a servant reported respectfully just then.Jonathan promptly opened his eyes, his usually stern expression showing delight.Melody and Christopher had entered just as he rose to his feet, and his turbid eyes flashed in delight and surprise. "Long time no see, Mel… I'll have the chef cook your favorites right away!"As he turned to tell the servants to get to work, Melody came to a realization that Jonathan was not the one who invited her over f