"Joey, how are you any different from those who bullied Jon in the orphanage?" I couldn't bear Joey's angry shouts. "Jon may have a disability, but he deserves your respect. Didn't you do everything to bring him to live with you so he wouldn't be bullied by others?"Now those bullies were gone, but Joey had become the one hurting Jon."I just took one of his sketches, and he's gone crazy, rummaging through my things and damaging a lot of stuff. What's wrong with me yelling at him?"Joey's anger was skyrocketing."The sketch is his. It's something he cherishes," I explained. Putting myself in his shoes, I knew I'd be angry if someone took my work without asking."I provided everything for him. What's wrong with taking one sketch?""..." It wasn't just about one sketch. Joey's logic was unbelievable! "Jon isn't your property. You need his permission to take his work.""He's not normal. I can't communicate with him!""..." Joey was being stubborn. In her mind, Jon was defective. I
I briefly chatted with Taylor before ending the call and tried Stephen again.This time, he answered, and I explained Joey and Jon's situation briefly."I understand," Stephen replied calmly."Alright, Mr. York. I won't take up any more of your time," I said, ending the call.I didn't sleep well that night. The next morning at breakfast, I couldn't find Luke, so I asked Marianne, "Where's Mr. Walker?""He wasn't here when I arrived this morning. He probably didn't come home last night," Marianne said while tidying the sofa. "Mr. Walker is busy with work. Before he moved here, he often didn't come home. Now his 'nights out' are much less frequent!""When did he move here?" I asked. Since my parents passed away, I rarely visited the old house to avoid painful memories. I didn't know when Luke had bought this mansion."About six months ago," Marianne recalled. "For the first few months, Mr. Walker only stayed here occasionally. He's been here more regularly recently. Maybe he likes
Joey was in a good mood today, with a subtle smile gracing her face. As we were about to exit the elevator, she turned to me and said, "Ms. Middleton, if you're free at lunch, let's grab a coffee together.""My schedule is quite packed today. I'm not sure if I'll have time at lunch," I replied, growing increasingly suspicious of Joey's unexpected invitation."Well, I'll wait for your call then," she said."Certainly, Ms. Parker," I responded politely."You know, we've come to know each other through our conflicts. We might as well be friends. You can call me Joey," she suggested."How is Jon doing?" I asked, changing the subject. Joey's sudden change in attitude towards me was too drastic for me to let my guard down. Rather than forcing a friendship, I preferred to maintain some distance for now."I was too emotional last night," Joey admitted. "I've thought about it seriously. Despite my brother's disabilities, he deserves basic respect from me. I was wrong before, and I'll do b
"It's going very smoothly!" I replied.Joey's visit to Luke today was most likely to discuss collaborating with Jon. Given Luke and Joey's close relationship, they would likely come to an agreement quickly.Jon's exceptional abilities meant that changes could still be made to the new car model before mass production. The model could be successfully launched, with any minor issues easily overlooked.To avoid worrying Brian, I had kept hidden the fact that Joey had initially given Jon's original designs to Felfast."Our Mr. Walker is always reliable!" Brian said, clearly admiring Luke. "I heard Neil was caught accepting massive bribes. He might be in jail for a long time.""People should know their place. Even with limited abilities, one should remain honest," I commented.Neil had relied on the Walker family's influence, thinking Luke wouldn't dare touch him. Once he opened the door to greed, he became insatiable, like a gluttonous beast, ultimately landing himself in prison....
Jon exceeded my expectations with his abilities. He managed to revise the design in just one day.His new version included several practical auxiliary features, making it extremely user-friendly for beginners. Additionally, he made modifications to the car's design, giving it smoother and more elegant lines than before.When Luke saw the design, his eyes were filled with approval and praise. "I'm tempted to fire all of those so-called high-tech talents we hired at high salaries at Hanque," he remarked."If we were to fire them all, there would be no one left to do the work," I pointed out, knowing that Luke was simply expressing his frustration."Their contributions pale in comparison to Jon's. It's time to trim down the team a bit," Luke pondered.When Neil was developing new car models, he would hire top industry talent at high salaries. These individuals were all proud of their abilities and hesitant to work under others. As a team, they were like scattered sand if they didn't
Over time, Joey appeared to be increasingly pleased with my behavior, and her attitude towards me continued to improve.Luke, on the other hand, always seemed gloomy after their meetings, his face as dark as ink.I wondered if he was intentionally being cold towards the woman he liked. Sure, he was handsome, but who could tolerate a perpetually sour expression?He could have used this opportunity to collaborate with Joey to win her over. I couldn't help but vent to Wendy about Luke's puzzling behavior."Did Luke trade his emotional intelligence for his intellectual intelligence?" Wendy joked, highly amused. "That would be a good thing! I hope he and Joey stay like this forever!""Impossible. Luke might be maintaining his aloof image, unwilling to make the first move, but Joey can take the initiative. She's been asking me about Luke's preferences lately," I explained."Ah, the veil between lovers! Joey was already Luke's ideal. It seems my hopes are shattered!" Wendy wailed dramat
I had forgotten that we were still stuck in traffic when I looked at Luke in shock.Luke, drunk and drowsy, hadn't heard me. I held onto his arm, staring at him intently, and urgently said, "Luke, wake up. What did you just call me?""What happened?" Luke opened his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose to clear his head."You just called me 'Jen Jen'," I said.That night, I wasn't fully conscious. I didn't know if those intimate, affectionate calls of "Jen Jen" were my imagination or real. Luke's recent "Jen Jen" had brought me back to that night."Jen Jen?" Luke didn't remember what he had just said. "If you like, I can call you that from now on."I opened my mouth, wanting to ask Luke if he had ever been to the Waldorf Hotel, but then realized how absurd the question was. Luke traveled often, with his days filled with work. How could he possibly remember when he might have visited the Waldorf?Earlier, I had desperately wanted to confirm if Luke was the man from that night. B
My tone was resolute.“His laywer said that a dying man's words hold weight. Max wants to confess to you and is willing to answer any of your questions without reservation, specifically regarding 'that night,'" Taylor relayed.Taylor had watched my livestream from Cintail Mountain and understood the significance of "that night." Being a woman herself, she recognized its importance to me.She didn't try to convince me to see Max; instead, she simply conveyed his lawyer's message in its entirety."The belief that 'a dying man's words hold weight' does not apply to Max," I responded.Since discovering Max's true character, my perception of him had completely transformed. He was as cold as a venomous snake, always driven by ulterior motives. "He wants to see me to exploit 'that night' for his own advantage.""He's on the brink of death. What advantage could he possibly seek now?""His mother is still alive!"Max was dutiful and understood his family dynamics well. His two sisters a