Chloe angrily swung her fists at him. "Miles, I refuse to acknowledge you as my brother! How dare you say that hick is prettier than me! Are you blind or something?"Miles sternly grabbed her wrist.They got into the car.Miles started the engine and began to reverse.Chloe fastened her seatbelt and said, "I gave some money to the nurse taking care of Arabella's grandmother and got some insider information. The nurse said the old lady isn't that sick and could live for a few more months. On the day Arabella and Reginald got divorced, she kicked everyone out of the hospital room and secretly turned off her own medical equipment. Can you believe these low-class people and their scheming? The old lady even contemplated suicide to stop Arabella and Reginald from divorcing."Miles fell silent for a moment. "Arabella married Reginald back then to cover her grandmother's medical expenses. Now the old lady is willing to guarantee Arabella's happiness with her own life. There's a deep love bet
Reginald stood up from her and his dark eyes sparkled.He silently stared at her for a moment.He leaned down and pecked her nose, whispering, "A promise is a promise.""Okay," Arabella murmured softly.Reginald was unsatisfied with her response. "Too casual. Repeat it for me."Arabella wanted to chuckle self-deprecatingly.Here, he clearly had the upper hand.Yet, he made her seem as though she didn't desire him.After a moment's thought, she lifted her arms, embraced his neck, brought her lips to his ear, and whispered softly, "Many girls are quite taken with you, after all, you're a wealthy and influential handsome fellow. But some darlings are a bit sweeter on you because they've seen you at your lowest, wanting to mend you. She'd quietly stand by your side, offering shoulders and candies."Reginald's gaze turned icy.Reginald held her head with both hands, pressing his face against hers.After a while, he finally spoke, "I told you to excite me, not sadden me. Now, tug at my hear
"An old client bid £13 million to buy it, and the painting is still in Robert's office," Arabella hurriedly explained."That's £1 million more than what Robert originally paid me. He transferred the difference into my account, but I wanted to refund it. Robert refused, and I declined his dinner invitation. I just painted a replica as a gift, but he still insisted on meeting, having a meal. I couldn't gracefully decline, so I'm asking for your support. If you can't make it, I'll see if Cosmo can accompany me."She held her breath, waiting for Reginald's response. It came quick—"I'll be there," he said."Thank you," Arabella said, feeling relieved.At six o'clock the next evening, Arabella and Reginald arrived at the private dining location chosen by Robert.As they entered the softly lit intimate space, Arabella noticed Robert seated at a carefully chosen corner table.As they approached, Robert stood up, wearing a charming smile. "Arabella, delightful to see you again."Seeing Regina
Reginald lounged lazily by the window, his tall and graceful figure giving Robert a languid glance, his gaze icy and intense. "Do you know my wife?"Robert's dark eyes subtly turned colder, but his tone remained indifferent. "I don't know her. I just returned from abroad this year."Reginald didn't reply immediately, staring at Robert in silence for a few moments.He placed a cigarette between his lips, flicked the lighter with a gentle touch, took a deep drag, and let the embers burn. Gradually, the smoke dissipated.The mist blurred his handsome face, concealing his expression.Neither of them spoke a word.The room was filled with a stifling silence.After a long and chilly pause...Reginald finally broke the silence.Reginald didn't even look at Robert. His gaze stayed on the cigarette in his hand, absentmindedly muttering, "You're the one who ruined Chloe's hand and face, aren't you?"A frozen smile played on Robert's face. Suddenly, he moved swiftly, snuffing out the cigarette b
Upon hearing her words, the seller's face immediately turned pale. He rolled up the painting, defeated, and hastily ran out.After he left, Rutherford curiously asked Arabella, "What did you say to him? Is there something wrong with the painting?"Arabella smiled gracefully. "This painting has been stripped."Ancient paintings, especially those depicting historical figures, could fetch astronomical figures, often in the millions, billions, or even tens of billions.Faced with such enormous profits, there were always people willing to take significant risks.Skillful art restorers could strip a piece of artwork into two or three pieces, then sell them separately to gain substantial profits.The best could strip a painting into five or six layers. There were even legends of nine-layer stripping, but artworks meeting such standards were extremely rare, and the risks could be catastrophic—a wrong move could ruin the entire piece.Rutherford's aged face turned gloomy, and cold sweat broke
Reginald asked softly, "We agreed to have dinner together, did you forget?""Sorry, something came up. Chloe got injured, and I can't leave right now. If you're hungry, go ahead and eat without me," explained Reginald.Arabella shook her head. "I'm not hungry. What happened to her?""She was inspecting a construction site with me on behalf of Chapman Group when a metal bucket fell from the scaffolding and hit her head," Reginald explained.Reginald had mentioned before that Chloe was his father's assistant. Chapman Group and Thompson collaborated closely on many projects. It was apparent that this was a deliberate effort to create more opportunities for interaction between Chloe and Reginald.Suppressing her emotions, Arabella asked, "Wasn't she wearing a helmet?""Yes, she was," Reginald replied."Is it serious?" Arabella inquired."She's unconscious now, and we'll only know the extent of the situation after the test results come in," Reginald said, glancing at his watch. "My father
Arabella breathed a sigh of relief.Arabella had genuinely worried that Chloe might become mentally disabled or vegetative due to the impact.Given the temper of this family, they would undoubtedly endlessly blame Reginald.Reginald checked his watch. "It's getting late; you should go home. I might come back very late tonight."Arabella hesitated. "Don't forget to have dinner.""I know, you too," Reginald replied.As Arabella left, she encountered Reginald's assistant at the corner, reminding him to "make sure he eats dinner.""Of course, ma'am," the assistant respectfully said.Back home, Arabella freshened up and went to bed. She waited and waited for Reginald, but he didn't return. Exhausted, she finally fell asleep.In the middle of the night, Arabella woke up, opening her eyes to see an empty bedside. Her heart sank.Glancing at the clock on the wall, she realized it was past two in the morning, and Reginald still hadn't come home.She grabbed her phone to call him, but it was tu
He received a call from Olivia, "Your dad said you came to the hospital, but we haven't seen you yet. Chloe just woke up and has been calling your name non-stop. She hit her head, seems a bit confused, forgetting who some people are, but she hasn't forgotten you."If he had heard this ten minutes earlier, Reginald would have felt guilty.But now, he knew it was all a lie.They had manipulated him, orchestrating the entire performance to deceive him.For this, they went through so much trouble.Reginald said expressionlessly, "There's an emergency I need to attend to. You all take care of Chloe; I know she's in good hands.""But...""I'm busy." Reginald hung up the phone.A few minutes later, Northridge called, sounding accusatory, "Reginald, what happened? Chloe got hurt because of you. In the situation where our family is working together, you should be by her side. Unless there's something else, it's your duty."Reginald's face immediately turned cold.He didn't know if Northridge w