Millie had just taken a bite of buffalo wing when she heard what Winston said. She glared at him and snapped, "No, I didn't!"Winston chuckled. "Millie, do you think I don't understand you?""You know nothing about me!" Millie shot back angrily.The corners of Winston's lips curled into a smirk, and he said nothing more."It's not because of you. Don't flatter yourself. I've been here many times, and sometimes I'll come with Rachel," Millie added, glaring at him. Unfortunately, her explanation only made things worse. "Rachel was from the School of Communication, but it's not nearby."Winston set his cutlery down, having almost finished his meal.Suddenly, Millie felt silly. She wondered why she had come to the restaurant to cry for no reason. "It's because the dishes were too spicy. I wasn't crying," she continued to explain, trying to salvage her dignity.Winston merely smiled faintly and didn't utter a single word. When he checked his phone, he discovered that Joanna had
In the hospital, Selma stared at the news on her phone, her heart heavy with sorrow. That morning, as soon as Millie and Winston left, she received a call from the courthouse. Her informant had told her that they had signed the divorce application.Selma was truly saddened. She felt a pang of guilt when she thought about how Millie hadn't found any joy during her time with the Greers and was now making such a sorrowful exit.Selma let out a deep sigh, while Gloria attempted to comfort her, "Mom, don't be too upset.""How could I not be sad?" Tears welled up in Selma's eyes as she spoke. Nevertheless, her tone remained calm.Gloria was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by her own heartache. She picked up her phone, tapped open WhatsApp, and sent several emojis to Winston. At that moment, Winston was in a meeting at the office. When he opened Gloria's text, he realized she had sent him knife, bomb, and poop emojis. He couldn't help but think that his mother was being childish.El
At the top of Python Mountain, a lively crowd had gathered in a circle. Millie looked down at the winding forests and asphalt roads below, feeling a surge of excitement."Are you thinking about joining too?" Rachel's voice sounded in her ear.Millie turned to see Rachel dressed in black. Rachel also wore a mask and hat to maintain a low profile."Oh, Rachel, no one knows me like you do!" Millie remarked with a smile. That night, she wore a black crop top and skort. Her curly locks cascaded down her back, and her makeup was perfect. With just a glance, it was clear she was an attractive woman."Then go for it. Just be safe, okay?" Rachel replied, pointing to the nearby registration area.But Millie felt somewhat anxious. "It's been so long since I last raced.""Are you afraid of losing?" Rachel teased.Millie's grin outshone Rachel's. "I'm just worried that these rookies will get disheartened if they lose to someone who hasn't raced in ages."She had no fear of losing."Oh, p
"Does she really think she's some big shot?" Quincy sneered. As he turned to leave, he sarcastically remarked, "Who knows how many men she has slept with? Pfft!"Millie grabbed his collar and demanded, "Apologize to my friend.""And what are you going to do about it if I don't apologize?" Quincy challenged, cocking an eyebrow.Millie's grip on his collar grew tighter with each passing moment. "Come on, you're just a woman. How strong could you really be?" he taunted.Right then, Marvin cleared his throat lightly and told Millie, "Boss, he's representing the amateur team today.""Him?" Millie sized up Quincy, chuckled, and delivered a direct blow, "He wouldn't stand a chance against me."Quincy's expression darkened at her words. She might have her doubts about him, but questioning his racing skills was off-limits. "What are you being so cocky about? Let's race then!"A faint smile played on Millie's lips as she asked casually, "Are you sure?""I—" Quincy suddenly found hims
As Millie's words sank in, the man visibly faltered. The onlookers around them exchanged looks of shock. They couldn't help but wonder if they had heard her correctly.Noticing his nervous gulp, Millie repeated, "If you lose, you cut off a thumb as a sign of respect for all life. Do you dare?"Quincy chuckled awkwardly. It was as if he couldn't believe Millie could play for such high stakes. Wasn't this akin to gambling with his life?He simply wanted to defeat this wealthy woman, not put his life on the line.All at once, their surroundings fell eerily quiet. Millie took a step forward and stared him down. Her smile widened as she gently asked, "Are you scared?"Quincy was flustered. Just as he struggled to find his words, someone from behind heckled, "Come on, Quincy! She's just a woman. Why are you afraid of her?""That's right! You've driven this route hundreds of times, surely you can beat her?""Do it! But we have one condition!"At that moment, a redhead, Matt Tatum, p
Matt's lips curled into a smirk and said, "Be careful then. Or else, you'll lose everything you have tonight."Right then, Rachel dropped a bank card into Millie's box, declaring, "My money's on her, ten times the bet."Matt froze momentarily. But soon, he rolled his eyes and remarked, "I'll never understand what goes through the minds of rich people. Oh, well, more easy money for the club!""Hey," Rachel called out angrily. "You're not going to back out on us if red wins, right?"Matt rolled his eyes again. The club always honored its bets. They weren't running a shady business, after all. "Let's talk after she wins." Matt's tone dripped with disdain. The others present laughed along. Someone commented, "Can you believe someone is actually foolish enough to bet on red to win?""Exactly. I guess they have more money than brains."Marvin and Rachel exchanged a glance. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look! They're at the starting line."There, Millie picked up her helmet before
"The race has begun!" A loud shout cut off the man just as he was about to continue.Jake clicked his tongue, annoyed that he had missed the man's revelation. But the intense race below soon had everyone completely engrossed.The two cars started off differently. Millie's vehicle was noticeably slower, while Quincy quickly pulled ahead. He seemed to be taunting her as he constantly blocked her from overtaking. In the car, Quincy scoffed. He had thought that Millie was some big deal. Yet, it turned out she couldn't even get a good start. He almost believed that she was a racing prodigy. Now, it appeared that the crowd's judgment was spot-on. She was nothing but a pretty face. Quincy couldn't wait to see Millie cut off a finger. With that in mind, he floored the accelerator and left her in the dust. With his arms crossed, Winston watched as the distance between the two cars increased. He couldn't help but furrow his brows. "Is the car in the back Richard's?" he softly asked J
Winston couldn't help but glance at Richard. After confirming that Millie was behind the wheel, he asked anxiously, "Isn't this madness?"After all, Millie wasn't an experienced racer. With such a winding route, what if something were to happen to her?"Can we stop the race?" Winston asked Richard.Richard shook his head. "We can't call it off. Not only that, they've also placed bets.""Bets? What sort?" Jake asked with curiosity.So, Richard called out to Matt. After a brief exchange, the latter promptly brought over two documents. Richard then turned around and passed the document to Winston and Jake, saying, "Here, take a look."Winston's heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw the added clause on the document. Jake, on the other hand, was astonished. "What the hell? The loser has to cut off a finger?"At that point, Jake asked with widened eyes, "Seriously, Winston. Is Millie deeply affected by your divorce? This isn't a race! She's practically courting death." Winston
Bernard gave Clara a strong push. She fell to the ground, crying out in anger, "What's the meaning of this!"Bernard approached Winston with his hands tightly clasped and bowed respectfully as he exclaimed, "Mr. Greer!"Winston raised his hand, signaling for him to get up.Clara sat on the ground, feeling completely dumbfounded. Why was Bernard treating him with such respect? Who was this person? What was his background?Winston, with a cold expression, adjusted his sleeve and looked indifferently at Clara on the ground.Bernard said, "Mr. Greer, you should have told us you were coming! I would have had someone prepared to welcome you long ago. I'm really sorry for any inconvenience you experienced. Please accept my apologies!""What's wrong with her? Is she unwell?" Winston asked, pointing to Clara on the ground.Bernard quickly said, "She…""No matter what's up with her, disrespecting customers is a big mistake. I am demanding that her shop undergo rectifications before reope
Winston raised an eyebrow and stepped forward.Clara felt a sudden shudder in her heart and instinctively took a step back.Winston scoffed. What was she backing away for? Was she scared?She was simply someone who bullied the weak but was afraid of the strong. What capabilities did she even have by picking on elderly people?Winston's gaze was steady, and his expression became increasingly cold and harsh.The woman frowned and stayed silent.Winston, speaking calmly and without any agitation, said, "If you don't want to escalate the situation, apologize now. If you're unwilling, then we'll have to get the police to handle it."To begin with, he was never a patient person. The reason he was speaking so nicely was to make a good impression in front of Layla and Arthur.In the past, whenever he encountered such a situation, he wouldn't even pay it any attention and would simply have Eli take them to the police station.Whenever someone made a mistake, it was important to address
Layla said, "Even though it's soon New Year's and everyone is busy, try to be a bit more gentle! We're all elderly people here, so what's wrong with being patient?"Since you're in the service industry, you should maintain a proper attitude. If you can't even speak politely, then you shouldn't be in this line of work. I suggest you close up shop for good!"Winston squinted. That voice sounded very familiar. It seemed like Layla's voice.He quickly walked over and saw that Arthur was helping an elderly gentleman up while Layla was engaged in a debate with a young female shopkeeper."How I run my store is my business. If you want to buy something, go ahead. If not, just leave. I don't need you to tell me how to run my life!" The store owner glared at Layla while speaking with a very unfriendly tone, their voice sharp and cutting.Layla was exasperated and asked, "Don't you understand the saying that the customer is king?""What about the damn king? Just go away," the lady grumbled,
Layla said, "Look, you're really persistent, aren't you? I don't like you. Do you need me to spell it out for you?""Grandma, I want to pursue Mills. Since I want to be with Mills, I need to have everyone's approval. Right now, I'm trying hard to make everyone like me. It's part of the process that you might dislike me at first, but I can't just give up because of that. How else would I pursue Mills?" Winston said clearly.As expected of a businessman, his negotiation style was very serious and precise. Despite his gentle tone, there was still a strong sense of pressure in his eyes and demeanor.Layla moved her lips slightly. She didn't know how to get Winston to leave, so she shouted, "I don't care! Just stop bothering us here!"Winston furrowed his brows.Layla then asked Arthur to pull the cart himself.Ding! Winston's phone rang out.Arthur took the cart and quickly left with Layla.Winston stood still, watching the couple walk away, and couldn't help but sigh. The call on
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Winston finally had a moment to ask how he was doing.Arthur nodded. His demeanor toward Winston seemed a bit more gentle than before.Layla sighed. "There's too many people. Let's all slow down a bit.""Okay," Arthur said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine.""You're getting older, and a fall could be life-threatening," Layla said anxiously, holding onto Arthur's arm tightly. "Hold onto me, alright?""If I hold onto you, I'll end up pulling you down as well if I fall!" Arthur grumbled.Layla said, "I don't care. Just hold onto me.""Okay, I'll hold on to you," Arthur relented.Winston was quietly following them from behind and couldn't help but smile himself. This was pretty nice.Who wouldn't envy a relationship that stayed this loving and affectionate all the way until old age?"Should we buy some candy?" Layla said, pointing at the candy in front of them.Arthur said, "Okay."Whatever she wanted, he would agree. The two of them acted both harmo
"She's been hurt so badly, almost losing her life, yet he said she's fortunate. Clearly, he's the fortunate one! If he leaves our Mills, where else is he going to find a girl as wonderful and sweet as her?"Arthur nodded in agreement, playing along like a sidekick. "Exactly, that's what I'm saying!"He spoke a bit louder than usual, clearly aiming his words at Winston.Of course, Winston surely understood what they were thinking.He nodded. "Grandma is right. It was definitely me aiming too high. So if I get another chance, I will definitely treat Millie well.""Hmph! Men are all talk!" Layla had long seen through Winston's ways.Winston was at a loss for words.It didn't take long to reach the entrance of the supermarket.There were a lot of people present because of New Year's Day shopping.After Layla got sick once, her health had significantly worsened. Additionally, with one of her hands not working well, she appeared a bit flustered when she and Arthur entered the superm
"Dear, could you give me a hand?" Layla asked. "Oh no, why is this step so slippery?"The next day, Winston sat in his car, watching as the elderly couple came out of the Caldwell residence.Arthur held the shopping cart in his hand, and the two of them were all geared up, ready to go out shopping.Winston got out of the car. The elderly couple happened to see Winston at that moment.Arthur and Layla exchanged glances. Layla spoke up first. "Mills is not here!""I understand. I'm not looking for Mills." Winston approached and stopped in front of them. "Grandma, Mills should have mentioned it to you. I was thinking of spending the Spring Festival with you and her."Layla reacted as if she had just heard a joke, saying bluntly, "When you were married, we never saw you spend the Spring Festival with her. "Now that you two have nothing to do with each other, why are you coming to spend the Spring Festival with her? She has family; she doesn't need you to spend the Spring Festival w
Even though Winston wasn't eating, he was really good at paying and carrying things.Millie felt a strong sense of nostalgia for her own college days as she watched the university students eating.She wished she could go back to high school or maybe even college.She had seen many novels where the main female character went back to high school, and in each of these stories, she no longer loved the male lead when she returned back in time.If she went back to high school…"What are you thinking about? You're about to walk into the wall." Winston interrupted Millie's thoughts and pulled her closer to him.Millie really had almost bumped into a wall."Nothing." She smiled at Winston.Winston raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.The light from the food trucks shone on him and cast an indescribable sense of fate about him.He didn't belong here. Millie felt an increasingly strong urge to take him out of the scene immediately.Millie felt that if she went back to high school
"Hey, young lady, would you like to try some beef organs?" a vendor selling snacks asked Millie while preparing the food. "You're such a pretty girl, and your boyfriend is quite handsome too!"Millie and Winston exchanged a glance.Millie shook her head and was about to say she didn't want any.But Winston simply said, "I'll take two."Millie gave Winston a questioning look.Winston said to her, "I wasn't planning on buying it either, but she called me your boyfriend. With her having such good taste, shouldn't I buy two to show some support?"The vendor laughed heartily.Millie pressed her lips together and moved her mouth slightly. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.The vendor said, "It seems like I was right. If I had mentioned the word husband, then would you have bought out my whole car?"Winston nodded. "I'm considering it. However, I don't think she'd approve."The vendor laughed heartily and said, "You all look unfamiliar, so you probably aren't from the school