"Is Max actually sick?" "Yes, it's true."During the trial, Max suddenly collapsed and was immediately rushed to the hospital, abruptly ending the proceedings that had just begun.Stephen informed us that Max had suffered from an allergic reaction and was still unconscious.Max was cunning, and although I didn't want to believe it, the hospital's diagnosis couldn't be faked.Given his condition, it was uncertain when the next trial would take place.While Max was being transported to the hospital, Wendy and I waited for news at a nearby coffee shop. I absentmindedly stirred my oat milk latte."I hope he never wakes up! Hopefully, he'll be trapped in locked-in syndrome, conscious but confined to bed forever. That would be worse than death.""He's broke now. Keeping him in the hospital would just waste public resources.""True. Every breath he takes is a waste, considering the kind of person he is." Wendy's phone rang. She glanced at it and said, "Jen, let's change the subject
I turned towards the sound and it was a white luxury car. The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing Luke's sharp profile. The dim streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, softening his typically cold demeanor.Memories of the courtroom flashed in my mind as I forced myself to stay calm. "Mr. Walker," I greeted him and hurried away."Wait.""Mr. Walker, is there something else?""It's not office hours. You don't need to call me that.""Alright, Luke," I corrected myself, sensing the subtle yet undeniable pressure in his tone.He leaned over and grabbed a shopping bag from the passenger seat, handing it to me through the window.I glanced at the bag. "What's this?""Teuscher. Your father asked me to bring back a few boxes before his accident. I didn't have time to buy them before I returned.""My dad is no longer here."Luke was a man of his word. The box he gave me earlier contained Teuscher chocolates—my favorite truffle chocolates. They were always a staple in
When I entered the living room, I saw Luke's black suit jacket and tie draped over the armrest of the sofa. He came out of the kitchen holding a bottle of water, casually unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. The simple act was so effortlessly graceful that I couldn't help but steal a few glances.I used to be completely focused on Max. People often said that Luke and Max were equally matched, but I believed Max was sunny, gentle, and approachable, far more perfect than the aloof and unattainable Luke.However, once Max's facade was torn away, revealing his dark, violent, and selfish nature, I realized that comparing Luke to him was an insult."Mr. Walker, I'm here to pick up some things for Marianne," I said, explaining my presence when Luke looked at me.Luke unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. "Calvin told you the password. Remember it. In the future, if you need anything, you can come in directly without ringing the doorbell."Was Luke implying that I cou
I must stay awake. I still need to inform Luke about tomorrow's schedule. I attempted to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Despite my efforts, I eventually succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and drifted off to sleep.When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I lazily rolled around in bed, hugging the blanket. It felt so satisfying to be well-rested!With my face buried in the blanket, I reached for the alarm clock on the bedside table to check the time. But where was the alarm clock?I fumbled around the bedside table, unable to find it. Confused, I lifted my head."Why is my bedside table black?"My old bedroom had a warm color scheme, with a light pink bedside table adorned with three small plush toys. The table in front of me was bare and unfamiliar.I froze for a moment, noticing the matching dark wooden floor. Suddenly, I sat up straight.Last night, I had fallen asleep before reporting the work schedule to Luke. With a secretary as unreliable
"Let me see your hand," Luke said.A few minutes later, Luke returned to the kitchen with a tube of ointment. He reached over to turn off the faucet."My finger doesn't hurt anymore," I said.Based on my experience, the small, one-centimeter burn on my finger wouldn't leave a scar even without the ointment."Dry your hand," Luke insisted, handing me a dark blue checkered handkerchief.Luke's seriousness about this made me smile wryly as I took the handkerchief."The professor said you used to be afraid of pain and would cry over a small scratch.""That was in the past."Back then, I was spoiled by my parents and loved to act cute around them. Now, the only person who will spoil me is Wendy. No one else will coddle or protect me."Max is really impressive indeed, turning someone who used to cry over a scratch into a tough person who can even cook."I understood the underlying meaning of Luke's words and lowered my head. "Mr. Walker, you're impressive too. You've shown me that
In the morning, the Greenfield Building buzzed with activity. To avoid adding fuel to the gossip fire, I decided to have Luke drop me off two blocks away. I eagerly grabbed my bag and exited the car.Just as I stepped out, my phone buzzed with a message from Wendy. She had sent me a video. I opened it to find footage of two staff members from Johnsonville Business School removing Max's photo from the wall of distinguished alumni.Right after the video ended, Wendy called."Jen, the school took down Max's photo! They're practically crucifying him. He'll never be seen on the same level as Luke again!""When did Luke's image become so grand in your eyes?"Max's photo used to hang next to Luke's on the wall. Every time Max stood there, he would sneer at Luke's picture, mocking him."He's always been great. I've always looked up to him. Today is a victory. I'm going to post this video on social media and the school forum.""I'll make sure to create a fake account to watch.""Just wa
"She's not doing charity! She's causing trouble. That idiot Max, so clever that he's outsmarted himself, doesn't even have evidence of Cindy using him.""Someday, she will pay for what she's done."Cindy manipulated me like a toy, planning everything from the beginning. She kept provoking me, confident that I couldn't touch her. But no plan is foolproof. I just have to wait patiently for her downfall."Absolutely! Max is terrible, but Cindy is even worse. If it weren't for the fact that Old Mrs. Lansworth is in poor health, I would have already gone to her to expose Cindy."Old Mrs. Lansworth, Lucy, doesn't like Cindy. With her poor health, any stress could worsen it and deepen the rift between the Lansworth and Smith families."Calm down, Wendy. We'll find another way.""Jen, are you okay?"Wendy asked with concern in her voice."I'm not your favorite anymore, Wendy. You only just now remembered to ask how I'm feeling?"Feigning a pout, I glanced at the TV screen, took a bite
I ignored the call, put my phone on silent, tossed it into my bag, and headed to meet Wendy.I took a cab to in99 and had just gotten out when someone bumped into me, spilling the contents of her bag all over the ground."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she stammered, quickly bending down to gather her things.Her voice sounded familiar. "It's okay," I said, crouching to help her."Jen?" Sharon asked, looking up in surprise as she zipped her bag closed."What happened? You look so upset," I asked. Sharon, unlike Cindy, had a good character, and I had a favorable impression of her."It's Cindy... she's missing!" Sharon's eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry."She can't just disappear," I replied, skeptical."I really can't find her," Sharon insisted, her voice frantic. "We were shopping, and she was trying on clothes. I ran into an old friend and chatted for a bit. When I went back, Cindy was gone.""Maybe she went home.""No," Sharon shook her head, pointing
Due to jet lag, I was already exhausted though it wasn't dark yet.Ian was drooping too, suddenly slumping against me.Worried he'd fall, I quickly steadied him.He glanced at me before contentedly closing his eyes again.He was completely worn out.Mr. Lloyd, who had been chatting with the director, noticed this and quickly wrapped up his conversation to join us.Still half-awake, Ian instinctively held onto my arm when his father reached for him."It's your Dad."At my words, Ian let go.Mr. Lloyd picked him up and strode toward the car, while I gathered Ian's things and followed.On the way back, I offered to drive.Mr. Lloyd was quiet. I turned on the car's music system, and soft music filled the space.Having debuted overseas as a trainee, Mr. Lloyd's fingers unconsciously tapped along to the rhythm on his leg.At a red light, I caught this movement in the rearview mirror.Mr. Lloyd had been an all rounder superstar - consistently among the top three highest-earning
Since Penelope was mid-flight and unreachable, I sent her a message and forwarded Sara's letter."Are you okay, Jen? You seem worried," Ian asked."Just blown away by your amazing performance. I'm still thinking about it."Ian was a natural - his acting could really move people."I might be cocky,” Ian grinned.He looked proud, and I ruffled his hair. "No chance of that."For a four-year-old, he'd shown remarkable composure during the preschool incident.Even after being cleared, he hadn't played the victim. That kind of emotional strength showed real character.A few compliments wouldn't change that.Ian's smile lit up his whole face, showing perfect baby teeth."When do you start filming your scenes?"The director was clearly impressed - Ian's role was locked in."Not sure yet."Ian looked up at his father."Soon," Mr. Lloyd said, clearly proud of Ian's performance. "I'll stay on set with Ian these next few days. Jen, feel free to explore the city. I'll call if we need
Just when they thought they'd found hope, the bad guys caught up with them.During their escape, his best friend fell off a cliff. When Bobby was finally rescued and led them back, they found his friend's body, mangled beyond recognition. He was devastated."I'll start now!"In an instant, Ian transformed. He walked heavily toward a chair, his expression gradually filling with pain.Kneeling beside the chair, he reached out as if to touch "him" but couldn't bring himself to do it. Tears silently rolled down his face.The director checked the script and signaled his assistant to remove the chair, simulating the scene where the friend's body would be placed in a body bag.At this, Ian broke into heart-wrenching sobs.His emotional outburst impressed everyone watching on set.Mr. Lloyd looked proud, and the director, as if discovering a treasure, praised Ian after his performance: "Your acting reminds me of your father in his prime.""If I'm as good as Dad was at my age, imagine
I'd dug my own grave, hadn't I?I swallowed my food, took a sip of water, and kept my head down while eating.Luke pushed the mild seafood soup toward me. "This is less spicy."Stubborn as I was, I ignored him.Luke called the server over, trying to order milder versions of the fish and pork."Don't bother, I love extra spicy food."Even though I needed water after every bite, I was determined to finish what I'd ordered.Seeing my stubbornness, Luke apologized to the server and let her go."Jen...""Don't talk while eating."By now, my soul had practically left my body from the spice. I wasn't in the mood for conversation.My throat felt like it was on fire as I gulped down more water.Luke quietly refilled my empty glass. He'd barely touched his seafood soup, his elegant movements making me feel even more ungraceful.I was suffering from my own spite!I wanted to throw down my chopsticks and leave.No, stay calm!I tried to maintain my composure, fighting the urge to d
Just as I finished speaking, my stomach let out an embarrassing growl."There's an excellent Chinese place around the corner," Luke said."You've been here before?""No.""..." Then how did he know about a good restaurant?Did he research every place this thoroughly?He'd make a perfect travel companion.I later learned he'd researched local restaurants knowing my passion for food.I'd only had water since waking up. The film crew would have finished lunch by now, with no leftovers available. I needed to find something on the way.Being in a bad mood lately, I hadn't researched any local restaurants before coming here.Craving authentic Chinese food, I decided to take Luke's suggestion.It was an upscale Chinese restaurant specializing in spicy cuisine. As soon as we sat down, a cheerful server brought out place settings and started listing their specialties."Our portions are generous. For a couple, I'd recommend one appetizer and a soup to start.""We're not a couple," I
Luke came to search for his birth mother himself?As I looked at him, he noticed me too.I greeted him and was about to get a taxi to the set."If you have time, can you show me where you saw her yesterday?""I... okay."Mr. Lloyd and Ian would be fine - finding Luke's mother was more urgent.After weighing the pros and cons, I agreed.Luke hadn't brought an assistant. I waited outside while he took his luggage to his hotel room, then we walked to where I'd seen his mother yesterday.It wasn't far from the hotel, so we went on foot.Without thinking, I kept about three feet between us.Luke: "Do I look like some kind of monster?"With his model-like features that made you want to break rules just looking at him, how could he possibly look like a monster?I shook my head."Then why are you keeping such a distance?""..." So that's what he meant...Though I'd decided to stay just friends, my heart - already full of him - still skipped beats when we were together.He was t
"If you can't find her, Luke can! Now that he has a general area, he can track her down quickly.""I'll let him know."Mrs. Walker was also searching for her, planning to use her to manipulate Luke. We needed to contact her before Mrs. Walker did.After hanging up with Wendy, I looked at Luke’s number on my phone. Several times I almost called him, but kept backing out.After hesitating, I tried calling Emily, but hung up just before it connected.Although Emily had been open with me, I couldn't be sure if she was genuinely helping Luke.To be safe, I called Luke instead. He answered on the first ring.Luke stayed silent."Mr. Walker, this is Jen.""I wasn't planning to cut you out of my life completely. I kept your number."Me: ...There he went again with his sharp tongue. I almost hung up, but remembering how much he'd helped me, and that I could finally do something for him, I told him about possibly seeing his birth mother near the hotel.After a moment of silence, Luk
"Dad, he's a bad guy!" Ian pointed at the man who was already several yards away.The robber was huge - well over 6'2", wearing a denim vest that showed off his muscular arms. Mr. Lloyd probably couldn't take many punches from him, and we didn't know if he was armed. It wasn't worth the risk.I ruffled Ian's hair. "Let's go get something to eat.""Help! Stop the robber!"A woman was running after him, desperately grabbing passersby for help, out of breath.Following the 'better safe than sorry' principle, no one stepped forward to help.She reached us, and seeing we were Asian, her eyes lit up with hope. "Please help me, I have something very important in my bag."Mr. Lloyd looked down at his arm where she was clutching it. "I'm sorry, we're new here and unfamiliar with the area. We can't help."She let go, disappointed, staring dejectedly in the direction the robber had disappeared.Ian said in his sweet voice, "When you're in trouble, find a police officer."The woman was a
His stern look only made Penelope more nervous.When Director Nolan called "Cut!", she was already drenched in cold sweat.She quickly apologized to the director.Director Nolan watched the playback with a grave expression.As the makeup artist touched up Penelope's makeup, I went to her side and encouraged her: "It gets easier after the first try. You'll do better in the next take.""Jen..." Penelope glanced at the crew members around us. "This is my first time on such a major production.""You'll have many more opportunities like this."One Entertainment had been investing most of its resources in Penelope lately, and with her connection to Jethro, her popularity wasn't waning.One hit was all she needed to skyrocket to stardom."Jen..."Penelope's voice trembled with worry.George was particularly anxious too. "You've done well in other productions. We can't mess up at this crucial moment!"A good performance in Director Nolan's film could lead to future collaborations,