Winston stared at their chat history with mixed feelings.Once again, Millie had blocked her. She'd only unblock his number when she had to reach out to him, and she'd immediately block him when he wasn't needed.That was characteristic of her, though.Winston put away his phone and massaged his forehead in inexplicable frustration. Soon, he rose from his seat and grabbed his jacket. He left his office and said, "Eli, let's go to the pier."Since he felt bothered when he was free, his solution was to make himself busy.Winston leaned against the car seat and scrolled through the comments under the news. He was curious about the public take on the issue when Eli suddenly hit the brakes."Mr. Greer!"Winston jolted forward a little, but he quickly grabbed the handle in the car. Frowning, he asked, "What's wrong?""It's Joanna," Eli revealed exasperatedly.Joanna had placed herself in front of Winston's car by the Greer Tower. Winston's frown deepened at the sight of the woma
When Eli and Winston arrived at the pier, they saw a cargo ship unloading its freight. Winston went up for a closer look and recognized it as Kennedy's ship.Kennedy had not returned the goods abroad. Instead, he had stored them."Hey, who are you looking for?" someone called out to Winston.Winston turned around and saw the person in charge of the area. The brusque man wore a security guard uniform.He frowned at the sight of Winston before scanning him from head to toe. "Are you Winston Greer?"Eli's expression fell. "How dare you address Mr. Greer by his full name?"The man snickered. He couldn't believe that Winston had shown up.Winston pointed at Kennedy's cargo ship. "I want the cargo ship to turn around."The man was taken aback. "Mr. Greer, that ship belongs to Mr. Sullivan.""I know. Make it turn around," Winston said flatly. He had sent out directives prohibiting anyone in the country from importing William's goods, and he intended to enforce that rule.If Kennedy
"Winston Greer, you're always like this. And this is the reason you messed up your relationship with Millie. Do you understand?" Kennedy took a huge step forward.Kennedy knew Winston too well. Only the mention of Millie would get an emotional response out of him."Do you know what I've always wanted to tell you?" Kennedy marched up and stared into his eyes with a sneer.Winston frowned at Kennedy but didn't respond. He appeared uninterested in what Kennedy had to say, but Kennedy had to let it out, "I saw with my own eyes that your abductor tossed Millie into the sea in exchange for keeping you alive."Winston's head snapped up. What? Did Kennedy know about that incident too?Staring at Kennedy from the corner of his eye, he observed the shock unfolding on Winston's face. He snickered. "Oh, are you surprised to learn about it? Are you curious about my presence at the scene of your abduction?"He fixed a calm gaze on Winston. Winston felt his throat tighten as he grappled for wor
Kennedy gritted his teeth when Winston's car departed. He turned his gaze to his goods that had been taken care of.He could bribe the pier workers with as much money as he could afford, but their loyalty would always stay with their employers.People like Kennedy, who paid off the workers, meant nothing in the end. The person in charge would suddenly put a halt to everything without any warning. Kennedy laughed when he looked at that man.What was everything for? In the end, he was just someone to be ditched at a moment's notice.…Winston kept his eyes shut throughout the journey back from the pier. Eli stole a glance to the back and whispered, "Mr. Greer, how about I send you home for some rest?"Winston's eyes fluttered open. He stared at the bustling city with mixed feelings.…The clock struck 2:00 am when Millie wrapped up her work and checked her phone.She missed Julia's text from 9:00 am. Julia had written, "I placed the invitation to a jewelry exhibition on your b
Winston massaged his temples. Though he understood the logic, he still felt frustrated.He didn't even realize that his car was following closely behind the black sports car ahead. Since it was the early hours of the morning and there were few cars on the road, the two luxury vehicles inevitably drew attention.Millie had planned to rest for a while but spotted a car trailing them in the rearview mirror. Initially, she assumed it was merely another vehicle on the same route, especially since it was dark and she couldn't see the license plate. However, as they made several turns, the car continued to follow them. Millie narrowed her eyes.At a red light, the tail lights of Sean's car illuminated the license plate of the vehicle behind. Millie turned to look and realized it was Winston's car. Why was he following them in the dead of night?Meanwhile, Sean had long noticed it. "I saw Win's media interview today," he remarked. Millie immediately averted her gaze and turned to S
With a hint of surprise, Millie glanced at Sean before breaking into a smile. "I hope things go well for you, too.""Everything will surely go well for me because I have a new goal," Sean answered. Millie was puzzled. A new goal?Sean looked at her profile, and his lips curled into a faint smile. Yes, he had a new goal. His interest in Millie wasn't just a result of her saving him. He was genuinely fascinated by who she was. Though young, Millie wasn't afraid to love and hate deeply, and she moved on with remarkable grace. Didn't that make her intriguing? She had remarkable medical skills but chose to leave them behind to take on Layla's research. Sean couldn't help but think it was admirable. Despite Millie's seemingly frail appearance, there was a profound and mysterious depth to her. Sean's interest in her was genuine and intense.The car pulled up to the entrance of a private kitchen. As Millie and Sean walked in one after another, she asked, "By the way, Sean, you've
Winston went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. A wave of emotions washed over him as he looked at the vacant room. In truth, he had barely set foot in the room since Millie moved out. Instead, he chose to sleep in the one across the hall. The room, once filled with warmth, now felt cold and empty to Winston. When Millie was around, it had always been cozy. Even a bouquet on the coffee table made the space feel like a home. But now, it was as if the room had lost all its color, leaving behind only a dull gray. Winston recalled the first day Millie arrived at the villa. She had been extremely cautious, her face flushed with shyness. She would never have known then that her marriage would turn into something she'd dread to speak of. Winston's fingers gently grazed the pillow on the bed's edge. He hadn't spent many nights with her. More often than not, Millie had slept alone.Her face would light up with joy whenever she saw him enter the room. Yet, he only came to find fault,
Millie was leaving for the research lab when Julia suddenly grabbed her. With a sandwich in her hand, she looked at her mother in confusion. "What's the matter?""We need to have a word," Julia answered as she led Millie to the couch. Right then, Terrence came in from the garden. He wiped his hands and took a seat across from Millie."Your grandma used to lock herself in the lab all the time. We don't want you doing the same.""We're telling you this because work is endless. You need to find a balance! You should set regular work hours for yourself."Terrence and Julia had learned that Millie only returned home at 4:00 am. Now, just after 9:00 am, she was heading out to work again. How could her body handle that?Millie understood that her parents were concerned about her health, so she obediently nodded and said, "Dad, Mom, thanks for supporting my career. I'll set my hours from 9:00 am to 9:00 pm, 12 hours a day. Is that okay?"Julia and Terrence exchanged a glance before sha
"Is this… a painting by Quentin Scott?" Layla asked, a bit incredulous.The Caldwell family held quite a respectable reputation in Yerwick City. Coupled with Layla's status, she was certainly not lacking in esteem.She wanted to buy this painting and had been trying to purchase it for over a year, but she still wasn't able to get it.The moment Winston nodded, she once again sensed the disparity between the Caldwell family and the Greer family.Although they didn't disagree that Winston wronged Millie, the truth was that they did have a good sense in their choices."Grandma, this is a painting by Quentin Scott. I bought it directly from Quentin Scott's assistant myself. It's absolutely genuine." Winston nodded, his demeanor gentle and well-mannered.Layla had thought Winston might give her something she liked, but she never expected that he would actually give her the painting "Where Mountains Meet the Sea" by Quentin Scott!Layla couldn't help but stand up and approach Winston.
Winston had already decided to humble himself completely to make sure his wife remained happy."Go on in," Thomas finally said.Millie and Winston went inside, where Everly was crouching next to Arthur, working on the lights with him.Winston put down the gifts he brought and asked, "Can I help with anything?""Ah, Winston, you're here. Come on in and warm up a bit." Arthur smiled and didn't say anything more.Millie nodded, indicating that Winston should go in first.Thomas and Everly stayed outside working on the lights while Millie, Winston, and Arthur went inside the house.In the living room, Layla was eating chips and watching TV. When she saw that Winston had arrived, she remained expressionless.Millie glanced cautiously at her grandmother with a gentle expression."Grandpa, I brought some good coffee beans." Winston placed a gift box on the coffee table.Arthur chuckled and said, "You didn't need to bring any gifts. You already brought plenty last time."The last gi
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,