"I saw a woman get in the car just now. Is she the same woman who won at Ambrose Street last time?" one of the spectators asked."Stop talking and focus on the race!"Millie's car was speeding along, maintaining a steady pace. On the other hand, Kennedy chose not to accelerate; rather, he trailed closely behind her car. He intended to witness Millie's turn around the corner firsthand. It was to further confirm her true identity as Seven.Millie sensed their suspicions about her identity. This time, she decided not to speed up when turning at the road. She glanced back with a smile, aware of Kennedy's watchful eyes. Hence, she purposely opted for a different strategy, emulating the tactics of other racers. While turning, she subtly increased her speed and showcased her drifting skills. The tires made a mark on the ground, showering sparks that highlighted the tire logo. Upon seeing this, the audience immediately cheered. Meanwhile, Kennedy was taken aback by her sudden change i
"We have the potential to become very close," Kennedy replied.Millie was amused. "But I'd rather keep a bit of distance between us.""Millie," he abruptly called out, making Millie even more uneasy. Despite her disguise, he was still convinced that she was Millie and Seven. What kind of person was he? What did he want by approaching her?"I'm not Millie." She still intended to hide her true identity.With a smile, he cracked open a can of beer and took a long sip. He replied sternly, "Hmm. You're not Millie."His words made her uneasy. Thus, she decided to go for another round. Since she was already there, she might as well enjoy herself. She asked, "Another round?"He shrugged and didn't expect her to race again. "I've been drinking."She sneered as she waved and left to join another race.As Kennedy sipped his drink, his gaze was fixed on Millie's race. It was clear that she had no recollection of him, but he could never erase from his memory the moment they first encounte
Millie removed her makeup on the way back. She didn't expect to be recognized so late."You must be Millie Caldwell, the one who Winston Greer dumped!" He suddenly laughed loudly.Millie was upset at his words. She sneered, "How can you be so sure that it was Winston who broke up with me and not the other way around?"He replied confidently, "Women are simply men's companions. Do you truly believe that a man of Winston's status will love you for many years?"He continued to talk, appearing quite sober, "Even though he loves Joanna now, he might fall for Josie and Josephine in the future. Do you understand?" However, Millie had no interest in engaging in idle conversation with him. They were complete strangers, and he was clearly drunk. She firmly pushed him aside."Hey! Do you want to have a one-night stand?" he suddenly asked with a smile.Millie chuckled. She looked at the bearded man with disdain, as if mocking him for being unworthy.He felt humiliated by the way Millie lo
"Why are you so riled up? Can't believe you're looking for a punching bag in the middle of the night." Winston was about to comment further when he noticed Millie eating on the bench.Feeling conflicted, he stared at her.The thin and petite Millie looked extra vulnerable on the bench. She gave off a feeling of loneliness that made him feel sorry for her.The sight gave him mixed emotions.Pursing his lips, he sighed and took a seat beside her.She glanced at him. "Why are you hanging out here at this hour?""I'll do whatever you're doing." He stayed put since Millie was around. Crossing his arms, he stared into the dark sky, where a brilliant moon hung amidst a scattering of stars—a rare night of perfect weather."Mr. Greer, you are certainly romantic." Millie took a sip of hot soup and felt her body warm up.He silently observed the sky. Soon, Millie was done eating, but she stayed behind and joined him in watching the sky.Suddenly, he asked, "Are you attending the cruise p
What was Millie trying to say?Knowing she had piqued Winston's interest, Millie decided this was the night to tie up loose ends, as they would go their separate ways after tonight.Pursing her lips, she went up to him and stared into his eyes. With a serious face, she began, "Back when you were—achoo!"She sneezed without warning just when the words were about to come out. She sniffled and rubbed her arm. It wasn't this cold earlier."Are you cold?" While asking, he took off his jacket.She shook her head and stopped him. No. She did not feel cold at all.Millie was ready to resume the conversation when she heard someone tutting. The random person jeered, "How could you keep the jacket after she stopped you? As a man, you can't be that dull!" The remark, loaded with mockery, attracted the attention of Millie and Winston. They looked to the side and spotted a familiar guy on a bench. He was no other than Kennedy."Kennedy, why are you here?" Millie looked surprised."I follow
Winston lifted his chin with a cold expression in an attempt to avoid being subjected to Kennedy's influence.Turning to Millie, Kennedy added, "For example, Ms. Caldwell."Millie rolled her eyes. "Stop dragging me into this mess." Kennedy should have used Joanna as an example because Winston cared more for her. Millie was painfully aware of the fact she meant nothing to him. Winston noticed the calm in her eyes. In the past, she would have bothered him and demanded to know her importance to him.Why was he feeling unsettled at her calmness? He hung his head as the light in his eyes dimmed.Was there truly no one he cared about in this world? If so, why did he instinctively turn to Millie instead of thinking of Joanna when Kennedy questioned him? Sensing the growing tension between the two men, Millie decided against hanging around them."It's getting late." Straightening her clothes, she said with a nonchalant look, "I'm going home soon. You two can stay here or whatever.
"I'm only showing you mercy as an old friend. Did you really think I couldn't hurt you?" Winston inched forward with an icy and sarcastic expression on his perfectly chiseled face. He had repeatedly exercised his tolerance on Kennedy, but he would not put up with Kennedy's continuous provocation anymore."Winston Greer, you'd better watch your tone when you speak to me." Kennedy's tone took a sharp, unfeeling turn.Winston swallowed hard. Kennedy warned him, "Only Millie would allow you to speak to her in that tone because she's a massive fool who listens to you no matter what."Winston frowned at Kennedy's mention of Millie, which irked him even more. Kennedy seemed to care a bit too much about Millie, and he sounded as though he were closer to Millie than Winston.Not only that, he spoke about Millie with such tenderness."Kennedy, if you're interested in Millie, I suggest you give up." The look in Winston's eyes hardened. If looks could kill, Kennedy would have died a long ti
Feeling irritated, Winston pushed Kennedy out of his way and left.Kennedy stared at Winston with a grin. "Do you feel embarrassed because I correctly guessed what was in your mind?"Winston didn't even turn to look at him. He hopped into his car and left in no time.Kennedy slumped on the bench. He let out a casual and hearty laugh at the sky.…Feeling lost and irked, Winston sped down the road. He was unable to calm down as emotions washed over him.Finally, he pulled over by the road and got out. Leaning against his car, he heard Kennedy's words echoing in his ear. "Do you feel embarrassed because I correctly guessed what was in your mind?""Looks like you did fall for her, but you're unaware of it." "Ask yourself—are you really in love with Joanna Lowell?Kennedy's words sent a wave of panic through his body. He failed to calm himself down, even though he prided himself on his self-control in the past.He was easily affected by minor issues in life recently.Tilting
Soon, it was New Year's Eve. Yerwick City didn't have a ban on fireworks, so the neighborhood had been lively since early in the day.Arthur wanted to hang some lights to bring more festive spirit into the house. However, when he looked at the high places where he needed to hang them, he felt like he just couldn't manage it.Just as Thomas and Everly arrived outside the door, he called out to them, "Hurry and hang up these lights.""Oh dear, be careful not to fall at this age." Thomas quickly took the string of lights from Arthur's hands.Arthur replied, "I was just waiting for you all!"Everly joked, "Grandpa, are you upset that we arrived late?""Hmph! You weren't early enough. Millie hasn't even shown up yet!"But as soon as he finished speaking, Millie walked in holding some things. "Grandpa, I heard you talking about me from far away, and I've sneezed several times because of it," she said with a slight smile, her voice bright and cheerful.The group turned their attention
At that moment, a cold snort came from the staircase.Arthur looked up. Wasn't that Layla standing there?Layla walked downstairs, her tone sounding incredulous as she said, "Is this guy really willing to go to such lengths to get what he wants? He even had the nerve to say something like that?""When pursuing someone you like, there's nothing you wouldn't do, no matter how embarrassing. Back when I was trying to win you over, didn't I wait for you outside your house every day?" The thought brought Arthur a sense of sorrow.The Cadmores were a medical family, and Arthur was a businessman. Even though he also made a fortune in the medical field, the Cadmore family wasn't willing for the two of them to be together. They just wanted Layla to marry someone who was also studying medicine.Believe it or not, back then, there really was another medical student as her suitor. The Cadmore family liked them, and outsiders also thought they were a good match.In the end, the persistent suit
The car was parked in front of the Caldwell residence. Eli took out the items and silently handed them to Winston. He wanted to see if Winston could help escort the two elderly people to the door."No need to accompany me any further. Let's leave it here," Layla insisted, maintaining her refusal.She always maintained a sense of propriety, even in how she addressed Winston.Winston found Layla harder to impress than Millie."Grandma, let me help you take it inside. It's not far. I'll just go in and come right out. I won't stay long," Winston said with a smile.Layla was about to speak. Arthur nudged her arm, suggesting she let it go, as she had been bothered enough already.Layla remained silent for a moment before nodding.Winston was given permission, and he immediately followed the two elderly people into the Caldwell residence with the items.Eli sighed and couldn't help but take a video of Winston, feeling really humbled.It was really hard to believe this was Winston.W
"The shop shutting down for rectifications is necessary. If she keeps up this attitude, there's no point in having the store here. You all should remove her from this place," Layla said, intending to rid Clara of a job.When Clara heard it, her face turned pale. However, she didn't dare to speak at the moment, fearing that the more she said, the more mistakes she might make.These people all seemed to be important figures!"Alright!" Bernard clapped his hands and agreed, "Professor Cadmore, we agree. If she doesn't give the proper compensation, we will definitely fire her!"Arthur supported Layla and gently patted her back, gesturing for her to calm down and not be upset anymore.Layla had finally started to calm down a bit. She had actually become much more mellow with her temper. In the past, whether in the lab or outside, she was always decisive and assertive.This was also why Arthur had been obedient all these years. He would always go along with her."Hurry up, apologize t
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