Joey was shocked. "How can a young graduate with a monthly salary of just a few thousand save so much in just a few years?"Even if Penelope didn't spend any money, it would be impossible for her to save that much!My uncle and aunt were treating Penelope like a source of money."It doesn't matter if she hasn't saved two hundred thousand. Once we find her, we'll bring her home for an arranged marriage. The bride price will be an additional income. We have ways to make her come up with two hundred thousand.""Is Penelope really your biological daughter?" Joey began to doubt whether calling my uncle and aunt to Johnsonville was the right decision."Daughters are not profitable assets. Once she's married, she'll have nothing to do with us. We can only get as much as we can before she marries. Either you compensate us for her, or tell us her address."My uncle's shameless words made Wendy curse several times. "Is your uncle genetically mutated? What about Penelope? Tell her to run! L
It was lunchtime, and the area around First Media's office was bustling with activity. Some passersby stopped to take photos with their phones, and snippets of conversation could be heard all around."How could she treat her parents like that? She's heartless!""She's the editor-in-chief of First Media. With such a cold-hearted boss, how can they produce any good content?""She just became editor-in-chief and already disowns her own parents. If her career advances further, will she look down on everyone?""You don't know anything. They're not my parents!" Joey tried to explain."Sweetie, don't worry. We'll leave right now. We won't embarrass you anymore," Paul said, helping Karen up from the ground, and they hurriedly left."Her parents are so considerate, how can she be so cold-blooded!""Her parents look like such decent folk. How did they raise such an ungrateful child?""Having a daughter like that, it's like they wasted all those years!"After Paul and Karen left, the onl
"Parents cannot be chosen, it is simply fate! Why should I feel guilty?" Joey's eyes flickered with unease."If you're not guilty, then why haven't you given them Penelope's address?""Because..." Joey gripped the steering wheel. "She has already left Johnsonville. I do not know where she has gone.""I knew you were not that kind-hearted."Didn't she claim that her vast network could find Penelope in any city?I wanted to throw some sarcastic remarks her way, but upon seeing her start the car, I simply said, "From what I know about them, if they cannot find Penelope, they will pester you non-stop. Your days will not be easy.""They will bother you too, their blood relative! Let us see how you handle it!""Just take care of yourself. My affairs are none of your concern."The car started moving slowly. I took a step back, standing straight. "If their harassment becomes too much and you cannot handle it, you can come to me.""You want me to beg you for a solution? After all the t
Joey always acted arrogant when she was around me. Even when she needed something from me, she consistently refused to speak softly. The more she behaved this way, the less I wanted to deal with her. It wasn't me who was desperate, it was her. If she wanted to wait, I would wait with her.Our cars were parked at the small entrance, blocking other residents from entering the complex. The entrance soon became congested, with some people honking and others stepping out of their cars to see what was happening. The security guard also rushed over to maintain order.Joey called out to the guard, "It's my fault for parking in the wrong spot and causing trouble. Can you help me back the car out?"Joey's attitude changed in an instant. Just a moment ago, she was glaring at me, but now she was suddenly gentle and polite. I looked around and noticed that Luke's car was parked nearby, and I understood.Luke's car windows were closed, so I couldn't see his expression. Once Joey moved her car, I
"You're the chief editor of a magazine. You can use your resources to expose how my uncle and aunt mistreated and exploited Penelope over the years," I suggested."There are many families with internal conflicts and abusive dynamics. People just need to work harder to overcome their circumstances. I don't see anything newsworthy in this, and it doesn't help my situation at all," Joey responded dismissively."Escaping an abusive family isn't as easy as you think," I countered. For some people, their family is a nightmare. "You called my uncle and aunt to Johnsonville to trap Penelope, but it backfired and caused you trouble. Nowadays, people like to read stories that expose injustice and provide relief. If you write about the awful things my uncle and aunt have done from your perspective, readers will be interested.""You want me to portray myself as the villain in this story?" Joey asked skeptically.Given her past actions, she did fit the role of a typical antagonist."People are
After the video was uploaded online, another wave of internet trolls began attacking Joey, making the comments even more vicious. Joey's personal accounts were flooded, and she had to disable comments. Even the magazine's social media account suffered, with people demanding her immediate dismissal and threatening to boycott all First Media publications if their demands weren't met.Joey must be feeling extremely stressed right now. After my evening routine, I checked the comments and prepared to go to bed when Joey called."Send me the video," Joey said bluntly."Give me your email, and I'll send it over after we hang up," I replied.Joey's arrogance was unmistakable, but I didn't refuse her request."You had this video ready, knowing I'd come back to you?" she asked, her tone laced with anger."This was prepared after a conversation with Penelope. I thought it might be useful someday to expose the truth. Now seems like the perfect time," I explained honestly."You're not afraid
"You're just stating the facts. Don't let online trolls get to you. Focus on finding a job and living well."Whenever I spoke with Penelope, it felt like she was surrounded by people with sad stories, hiding away in her own world to heal her wounds. I wanted to rescue her from that world, but I was afraid that my attempts might have unintended consequences. So, the best I could do was to offer support without disrupting her life too much.Joey worked swiftly, and the newspaper featuring Penelope's story was published the following day. The article cleverly disguised Penelope's real name and was divided into three parts: beginning, middle, and end.Joey was better at evoking emotions than I was. She took the material I provided and added dramatic flair to make Penelope's story even more heart-wrenching. For example, she described how Penelope was left alone at home without warm clothing in the midst of winter while her aunt and uncle indulged in gambling. Penelope shivered as she wen
"Crushing someone using public opinion seems to be a tactic you're familiar with.""You're mistaken. This time, I'm targeting two people. This is the kind of strategy media people like you excel at. You've been the editor of First Media for years, so you should know what to do next."Joey appeared intelligent, but perhaps she couldn't bring herself to tarnish her own image. Once she took this step, she wouldn't let me manipulate her. Something didn't make sense."Do you think I can decide how to handle this?"Joey said with clenched teeth before hanging up. Was there a hidden meaning in her words? I pondered for a while but couldn't figure it out. I had work to do and soon forgot about it.Joey acted swiftly. About ten minutes after our call, she uploaded her video online. Being a media professional, she knew how to make her video go viral. Within an hour, the video had amassed over a million views and continued to gain momentum.In the video, Joey admitted that she had attempted
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