After the Western dishes were served, Arabella glanced at the dazzling city lights outside the window and smiled at Reginald. "The last time you brought me here for dinner, I was happy the entire evening."Reginald chuckled. "That easy to please, huh? Then I'll have to make this a regular thing.""Once in a while is enough. Too frequent, and it won't feel as special," Arabella replied."True," Reginald picked up her steak plate and expertly began cutting it with his knife and fork.He had beautiful hands—strong and angular, yet graceful when cutting the meat. His slender palm and long fingers hinted at a refined upbringing.After cutting the steak, he pushed the plate back to Arabella. "Enjoy it while it's hot."Arabella forked a few pieces—perfectly grilled beef.Mid-conversation, she casually pulled out a card from her bag and slid it in front of Reginald. "I've earned some money, here, go splurge, after all, it's your birthday."Reginald's lips curled with amusement. "I knew it—wom
Arabella let out a mocking laugh. "Whether or not Reynald and I get divorced is our own business. Damn well none of yours.""Chloe's eyes glinted with a mocking light as she leaned in toward Arabella, pretending to care as she lowered her voice. 'If it weren't for your grandmother's timely death, you two would have divorced ages ago. She certainly knew how to pick the perfect moment to pass—just as you were about to sign those divorce papers. It was all to prevent your split, wasn't it? You lower-class women always find ways to latch onto a man of higher status, only to cling desperately for survival.""Arabella's veins pulsed with fury.Her pupils dilated, revealing the anger brewing within her.Without a second thought, she grabbed Chloe by the front of her clothes, pinning her against the wall.Chloe's back collided with the hard surface, emitting a loud thud. She grimaced in pain.Arabella raised her palm and forcefully swiped it across Chloe's cheek.Smack!The slap landed harshl
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
"Speak up! Who sent you?" Robert demanded sternly, his hand tightly gripping William's throat.William glared back at him, his face stained with blood, eyebrows furrowed in pain.Through gritted teeth, he insisted, "No one... no one sent me, I swear. If there was someone, I would have... I would have said by now."Seeing that relentless questioning yielded no results, Robert instructed the officer, "Check his call records and contacts, find out who he has been meeting recently.""Yes, of course," the police officer quickly agreed. "We will initiate an investigation immediately."Then he hesitated, wondering why he was following this guy's orders.Even if he was a special forces operative, that was abroad.He had no jurisdiction here. But he dared not voice his objections aloud.The police immediately recognized that this group of people was far from ordinary. They were individuals of significant influence in the big city—beyond the scope that regular police could handle.Robert glance
Arabella quickly grabbed a jacket to cover herself and then jumped off the bed to turn on the lights. The bright light illuminated everyone in the room, exposing them.Still panting, Arabella looked at the rude, rough man who had just attacked her. His weathered, dark skin, robust build, and ugly features suggested he was a local. The man with the gun pointing at her head had dark skin, a crew cut, handsome facial features, and a cold expression. He wore a sleek black leather jacket on his tall and straight figure.It was Robert.Arabella hastily put on her jacket, smoothed back her disheveled hair to regain composure. Feeling dignified, she asked, "Robert, what are you doing here?""I'm meeting a client in the area," he replied.Arabella was puzzled. "You came here to meet a client?""Yes, I'm here to collect some antiques," Robert said gently to her, then he moved the gun to the man's temple and sternly asked, "What's your name?"The man's raised hands trembled slightly, his rough l
Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here."Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!"Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius."Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice.Emily quickly closed her mouth.Arabella modestly told Professor Graham, "Oh no, we still have a lot to learn from experienced professors like you."Professor Graham laughed heartily, "I heard you are the granddaughter of Percy Sisalvos?""Yes," Arabella replied."I have admired his work for a long time. In fact, I collaborated with him on several projects in the past. It's a pity the old professor passed away."Thinking of her late grandparents, Arabella felt a wave of sadness.She paused for a moment and then continu
After their marriage, they maintained a respectful distance. Following the storm of divorce, it seemed that their relationship had greatly improved. Their intimate and affectionate gestures resembled those of newlyweds. After a moment of contemplation, Arabella spoke, "I'll be working there, and it will take at least ten days to two weeks to complete. You're usually busy with work, so don't waste time on this."Reginald briefly considered and replied, "Then I'll assign a few more bodyguards to protect you. Four should be enough, right?"Arabella was taken aback by this suggestion – it seemed too extravagant. Going to restore some paintings while being followed by four well-dressed bodyguards. Just imagining that scene gave her a headache."One is enough; I'm going for archaeology, not warfare. Others aren't bringing bodyguards, and if I have them, it'll be too ostentatious and not aesthetically pleasing.""At least two, taking turns to protect you," Reginald's tone allowed no dissent.
An ordinary worker dared to betray her!Chloe was furious, feeling like her lungs were about to explode. She angrily shouted at the driver, "Go after that worker! Damn it, I've been humiliated! Now Reginald will hate me even more!"The driver quickly responded, "Yes, miss."He started the car engine to locate the construction worker.The worker walked silently along the road. It was an affluent neighborhood with no buses, let alone taxis.His legs grew tired, and he couldn't find a taxi. Just as he looked around in confusion, someone suddenly threw a piece of clothing over his head. Soon, he was dragged behind the bushes by the roadside,thrown to the ground, and subjected to punches and kicks.As the assault began, the wailing siren of an alarm sounded in his ears. The driver felt guilty, abandoned the worker, and attempted to flee. Unfortunately, before he could get in the car, he was detained by police who jumped down from a patrol car.The driver was arrested for assaulting someon
Chloe could hardly believe what she was seeing.No mistake! The worker in front of her was the one who had spilled the bucket from the scaffolding that day. Her father had secretly bribed him so that she could capture Reginald's heart using the tricks of a distressed maiden.But now, this worker suddenly appeared on the estate.It's over! Only one thought remained in Chloe's mind — her conspiracy had been exposed!Although the weather was pleasant, she felt like she had been thrown into an ice cellar, shivering from the inside out.She really wanted to rush over and strangle the worker.This way, she could kill him and keep him silent.She regretted her previous overconfidence and carelessness. She should have been more vigilant and prepared. She had missed such a good opportunity.Reginald gave Chloe a cold look. "Miss Chloe, don't you have anything to say?"She sat there dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.Northridge looked at her with confusion, then turned to Reginald. "Wh
Northridge looked at him with suspicion, "Why did you suddenly bring the workers home?"Reginald remained expressionless, spooning the food from the plate into Arabella's bowl, and slowly replied, "You'll find out soon enough.""Trying to keep secrets from me?" Northridge said with some annoyance.Chloe cleared her throat gently and said to Northridge, "Uncle Northridge, he might have something to attend to."Reginald's lips curled slightly. Looking at the steamed abalone Chloe had just placed in front of him, he picked up the entire plate and handed it to the servant behind him, saying, "Get me a new one.""Of course, sir."The servant took it and quickly replaced it with a new one, placing it in front of Reginald.Chloe stared at the plate in front of Reginald, feeling indignant. This was too disrespectful to her.Doing this in front of so many people made her lose face.Seeing her unhappy expression, Northridge's eyes turned cold. She picked up a piece of grilled steak with her for
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
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