Mindy's naivety was so extreme that I felt the urge to shake some sense into her."With Mr. Jennings here, he'll find a way to help us escape," I said, disbelieving the nonsense Max had fed her, which had made her blindly loyal."Mindy trusts me. It's pointless to try and turn her against me," Max said smugly."He's right," Mindy added. "When you were with him, I had no chance. But now that you've left him, he's mine. I'll never leave him."This was absurd. I wanted to shake her and see if there was any sense left in her.The pain in my body lessened slightly, and I pushed myself up, searching for an opportunity to escape. Max shifted his position, and I tensed, fearing he might strike.Max relished my reaction, savoring it like a hunter toying with its prey. I was no match for him in terms of strength, and my anger was futile.Max gestured towards the sofa. There, tied to a black wooden chair, was a person covered in blood. Long hair obscured their face. I hadn't noticed the me
"I was wrong, Max. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. Please, don't hurt me anymore," Cindy pleaded, her body covered in wounds, wishing she could faint from the pain."Didn't you always want to know who entered Jen's room at the Waldorf Hotel that night? I'll tell you now," Max said, leaning close to Cindy."I... I don't want to know anymore," Cindy whimpered, terrified of Max. As he approached, she tried to move away, despite her injuries, desperate to increase the distance between them.Max ignored her attempts to escape, leaning in close to her ear, his lips curling in a mocking smile."Max, was it you who arranged for that man to be there that night?" I asked, feeling a surge of anger and betrayal. Max had previously denied knowing who the man was, leading me to believe Cindy was behind it."Just assume it was me," Max said, looking down at Cindy. "Did you hear that clearly?""That's not true. You're lying!" Cindy's disbelief turned to resentment.I was
A phone call had just come in moments ago, but now the call had ended and the phone was locked. Max tried several times to unlock it without success. He grabbed my hand and demanded, "Unlock it.""What are you going to do with my phone?" I clenched my hand tightly, refusing to cooperate.Max attempted to unlock the phone using facial recognition, but I quickly shut my eyes. "Jen, I don't have the patience for this," he said, waving the knife in front of me.Realizing that my life was in immediate danger, I reluctantly opened my eyes, and the phone unlocked. Max quickly navigated through the phone. "Looks like the police already noticed I left the hospital. If you had seen the messages or answered the calls earlier, you wouldn't be in this mess. Bad luck for you."I regretted setting my phone to silent to avoid Cindy's calls. Missing those alerts had indeed brought me to this point. I needed to buy time, hoping the police would find us before it was too late.I caught sight of Mind
"Enough!" Max growled, irritated by Mindy shaking his arm. His eyes burned with anger."You're yelling at me! I can't believe it," Mindy said in disbelief. She clung to Max's arm, refusing to let go. "I broke the law for you! You promised to marry me, have children with me, and give me a beautiful future. You can't go back on your word.""He only said those sweet things because he could use you. Look at me—I'm living proof!" I scoffed. Despite what had happened to me, Mindy still naively walked into the trap. Did she even have a brain?To provoke Mindy further, I added fuel to the fire. "Men lie to get what they want. He'll say anything to make you believe him. Only you two idiots believe his every word, thinking he can't live without you."Cindy, always quick to attack me, unexpectedly became my ally. She had often pointed out how Max had deceived me, leading to my family's downfall. Her words now served my purpose. "You two sound like you're performing a duet," Max said, catching
Mindy seemed oblivious to Max's words, continuing to swing the stool violently. "I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to lose my freedom. You have to take me away now!""Alright, alright, I'll take you. Just put the stool down first."In her agitated state, Mindy was surprisingly strong. Max attempted to block and disarm her twice, but was unsuccessful. To calm her down, he pretended to agree to her demands."If I put down the stool, you'll take me away?" Mindy paused and looked at him expectantly, still holding onto a glimmer of hope."Yes, behave. Put down the stool, and I'll take you away."Seeing her hesitancy, Max softened his tone and cautiously approached her, searching for an opportunity to snatch the stool.Everything happened so suddenly that I barely had time to process it. Max had been forced back by Mindy, now five or six meters away from me. I wanted to warn Mindy to be cautious, but her infatuation with Max rendered her blind to reason. Any trace of hope would
"Mindy, I'm taking you with me. Stop clinging to me," Max said irritably as Mindy stuck to him like glue, muttering incessantly."You need to behave. If you keep this up, I'll leave you behind," Max warned."You can't leave me! I've lost everything for you. I won't let you abandon me!" Mindy's already fragile mental state crumbled further at his words. She clung tightly to Max's arm, shaking him desperately."Let go of me, Mindy!" Max yelled, noticing that I had already pushed open the stairwell door. He shoved her aside."You yelled at me again. You can't treat me like this," Mindy sobbed, gripping Max's coat even tighter."Let go!" Max struggled as Mindy continued to cry and cling to him, making it hard for him to move. In her desperation, she tried to grab the knife from his hand.Max wasn't about to hand over the knife to a ticking time bomb like Mindy. He quickly lifted his arm to keep it out of her reach."Give me the knife! If you don't take me, I won't let you go either,
Max had not expected Luke's quick movement. Before he could catch me, he thrust the knife towards Luke."Watch out, Luke!" I shouted from a few steps above, seeing Max's actions clearly. My heart leapt into my throat.Luke's reflexes were even better than I had imagined. He quickly sidestepped, then kicked Max in the chest. "Jen, move to the side!" he instructed.Luke's kick sent Max tumbling down the stairs like a kite with a broken string. He screamed in pain as he rolled down. Following Luke's warning, I pressed myself against the stair rail, avoiding Max as he fell past me.As Max rolled by, he reached out to grab my pant leg. But in the next moment, Luke lifted me up a step, and Max's hand merely brushed against my pants before he crashed onto the landing below.Despite his fall, Max wasn't gravely injured. He quickly stood up, picked up the knife that had fallen beside him, and glared menacingly at Luke and me."He doesn't want to escape, he wants to kill me," I whispered,
The police arrived just as Max was being thrown onto the landing. They quickly moved forward to confirm his identity.Right behind them came Wendy, who pushed past the officers and rushed towards me with a worried look on her face."Wendy, why are you here?" I asked."How could I not come when you're in trouble! You must have a death wish, going to confront Max alone!"She checked my arms and legs to make sure they were intact, then reached out to wipe the blood off my face. "Sweetie, your face is covered in blood. It's scary.""Don't touch her. Jen's face is injured," Luke said, pulling me back to avoid Wendy's hands.Upon hearing that I was hurt, Wendy's eyes reddened. "Jen's face is injured? Let me see how bad it is.""She seems to think she's immortal. This is nothing to her," Luke retorted.I had injuries on my face, hand, and shoulder. The extreme fear and tension I felt while facing Max alone momentarily made me forget the pain. But now that the danger had passed, the wo
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.“I gave birth to him in circumstances I couldn’t control,” Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. “I used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldn’t afford to lose everything.”She hesitated, her gaze dropping. “There are things from back then that I just can’t bring myself to tell him.”When I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.“Mrs. Walker couldn’t have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,” Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didn’t exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, “Miss, the juice is sweet and sour—it’s so good!”“Drink it up, and I’ll pour you some more,” Molly offered.Luke interjected, “It’s almost time to rest. Don’t drink too much juice.”“I’m sorry, I don’t have experience taking care of kids,” Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”She was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. “Excuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.”As I stood, I grabbed Ian’s wrist.Ian caught on quickly. “Jen is a girl. She’ll get scared going back alone—I have to go with her.”Not giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, “Mr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.”In the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasn’t the type to make things difficult for others. She didn’t give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. “Thank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.”Luke glanced at her but didn’t say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. “You don’t have to thank us. We didn’t really do much.”“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, who’d been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go!”I sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Luke’s arms. “And who’s this?”“I’m Ian Lloyd,” he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Molly’s face, he let out a small “Huh?” and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes met—a silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever he’d been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel he’d booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Luke’s, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didn’t acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasn’t there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Molly’s room.Our room was on the same floor as Molly’s. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for her—a thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the company’s resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloyd’s return wasn’t just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the company’s artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, she’d get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amy’s tactics wouldn’t change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.“Jen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!”Luke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.“I’m really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!”“I’ve already finished most of it!” Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.“Jen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyone’s preferences and suggestions.”“So, you want to get my input to finalize it?”“Exactly.”“Well, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, I’ll leave the planning to you.”Luke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didn’t want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, I’d grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadn’t said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.“She’s already in Sharonville,” Luke said.“Hasn’t she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?”He was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.“He’s as brilliant as ever,” Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. “As long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.”“He has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,” she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didn’t interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ian’s progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.“Waiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,” he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. “Waiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are fresh—crisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit