Luke had a reliable approach to things. After Jack William won a few bets, his confidence soared, and he got caught up in the thrill. With the excitement clouding his judgment, he began placing larger and larger bets.As the saying goes, “The house always wins.” His initial luck quickly faded, and he began to lose. After a few consecutive losses, Jack not only lost all his winnings but also dipped into his savings.Determined to win back what he had lost, Jack gambled even more, but this only led to greater losses. By the time he realized what was happening, his years of savings had vanished.At that point, he was bombarded with online loan advertisements, and his judgment slipped. One thought dominated his mind: “Just one more bet, and I’ll win everything back.”Following his impulse, Jack took out loans online. As soon as the money hit his account, he placed more bets, only to lose it all once again. Desperate to recover his losses, he borrowed even more until he hit his borrowin
Luke's intense gaze lingered on my back as I left the room, and I didn’t feel at ease until I made it back to my office. Sitting at my desk, I absentmindedly twirled a pen between my fingers, wondering what role I could play in all this.Luke had everything under control; the entire situation was in his hands. I felt like an outsider, a mere spectator. The vast gap between Luke and me left me doubting myself once again.But I quickly pulled myself together. I moved my mouse, opened my email, and began reading through my messages. Growing up, my parents had shielded me from life’s harsh realities, leaving me in a world that was simple and filled with warmth, free from manipulation and deceit. But now, I had to adapt and find effective solutions to whatever life threw at me. I needed to keep up with Luke and Wendy, not hide under their protection forever.One day, I would be their strong ally.---“The debts are all paid off?” I asked the next morning.After Luke and I finished our
Luke always had a knack for dealing with situations swiftly and decisively.“Jack William is a ticking time bomb for Crystal,” I said, my mind racing. “She’s terrified that something will happen while Jack’s in the hospital that could unravel everything.”Suddenly, an idea struck me, and my eyes lit up. “This is the perfect time for Stephen to step in!”Stephen, a heavyweight in the legal world, had been relentlessly pursuing Crystal for years. Now that he had finally found a weak spot, Crystal would be on edge, likely to make a rash move—perhaps even take action against Jack in the hospital.It’s much easier to place people in a hospital than in one of Kingston Industries’ facilities. We could lie in wait and catch Crystal in the act!I glanced at Luke, eagerly awaiting his approval.He gave me an approving smile. “That's an improvement.”I beamed like a child who had just been given a treat. Then, just as quickly, I froze in embarrassment. To cover my awkwardness, I cleared my
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Jack sat up in bed, struggling to keep his fear in check."You and Crystal are cut from the same cloth. You know her methods better than anyone—she won’t let you become a threat to her plans," Stephen replied."I don’t even know her. Why would I mess with her?" Jack turned over in bed, presenting his back. "I don’t care who you are. Stop coming to see me.""I’m Stephen, one of the victims from that case you were involved in years ago," Stephen revealed, his voice calm but firm. "Back then, you were just pawns—there was someone else behind it all.""You think you're better than the police or the judge?" Jack scoffed. "We were sentenced and served our time. Whatever you're trying to drag up is pointless. If you're here for an apology, forget it. If you're so upset, go complain to the judge and leave me alone!""Jack, you need to stay on your guard. You’ve already blackmailed Crystal once. Do you really think she’ll let you get another chance?"
“Keep it down, don’t disturb the other patients,” the nurse said firmly.“Sorry, sorry. I won’t shout anymore,” Jack muttered, wiping the sweat off his forehead as the nurse left. He picked up his phone, ready to call Crystal and confront her. But as soon as the call started dialing, he quickly hung up.Confronting her now would mean burning bridges, and Crystal would surely act without hesitation, moving faster and more ruthlessly against him. Jack’s face turned pale as fear gripped him. A direct attack he could avoid, but it was the unseen threats that scared him the most.As he got out of bed to go to the bathroom, a business card slipped to the floor. It was Stephen’s.Jack stared at the card for a long moment, torn between fear and self-preservation, before finally picking it up. At this point, staying alive was his priority.When Stephen arrived at the hospital, it was already 3 a.m. Jack sat anxiously on the edge of the bed, and as soon as he heard footsteps outside the doo
Stephen agreed to Jack's conditions."The phone is…" Jack hesitated. To him, the phone wasn’t just a way to save his life; it was also a bargaining chip to get more money from Crystal. He wasn’t eager to give it up so easily."Mr. York, if I provide you with such crucial evidence, you need to guarantee that I won’t get dragged into this case again.""If you have any other requests, you can state them now," Stephen replied calmly."It’s not that I don’t trust you," Jack said, sensing the value of the phone and realizing he had the upper hand. His previous timid demeanor was gone, replaced by a more confident posture. "But what if I hand over the phone and you don’t keep your word? After all, we’re not exactly friends. How can I be sure you won’t turn on me?"Stephen, unfazed, replied, "Are you certain this phone even exists?""If it didn’t, do you think I could’ve paid off my gambling debts so quickly?" Jack retorted smugly."Good," Stephen said, taking out his phone.Jack notic
"Earlier, you said the phone was destroyed. But now, after I supposedly threatened your daughter, you suddenly have evidence to offer?" Stephen asked, his tone sharp."I…" Jack hesitated, unwilling to gamble with his daughter’s life. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "The phone is hidden inside a stuffed toy I gave my daughter for her first birthday."Suddenly, Jack felt the cold grip of handcuffs around his wrists. Startled, he looked down at the cuffs and demanded, "I’m giving you useful information. Why are you arresting me?""To ensure the information you’ve provided is real, you need to come with us," one of the officers explained."As long as you guarantee my daughter's safety, I’ll cooperate fully," Jack replied, now completely compliant.A flicker of pain crossed Stephen’s face. He was a conscientious lawyer, committed to upholding the law, never once crossing the line. Using Jack’s daughter’s photo to pressure him was not something Stephen took lightly.But, as Wendy had
In the quiet of the night, the man’s low voice echoed clearly. The officers looked out the window.There, standing in the garden below, was a man gazing up at the building. Under the glow of the courtyard lights, the police noticed he was holding a pink Hello Kitty stuffed toy.One of the officers called out, "Did someone throw that toy into the yard?"The man, not realizing he was speaking to plainclothes officers, assumed they were the culprits. “Are you the one tossing things from above? Just wait—I’m coming up!” he snapped, counting the floors and storming toward the elevator with the toy in hand.A loud knock came at the door. When the officer opened it, the man raised the stuffed toy angrily, ready to confront them. Before he could say anything, the officer showed his badge."We’re investigating a case. We need your cooperation."The man, still holding the toy, paused and handed it over. "Is this about someone throwing things out the window? This toy almost hit me—it’s part
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