Besides, Winston's project was a guaranteed success. Why would he worry about not having business partners?"Mr. Greer, you'll need to put in more effort with Ms. Caldwell. One meal won't be enough to make up for things," said Eli.Of course, Winston was aware of that."By the way, I heard Ms. Caldwell will be at the jewelry exhibition's celebratory dinner tonight. Will you be attending, Mr. Greer?" Originally, Winston was only scheduled to make a brief appearance during the day. But now that Millie would be there…"Yes, I'll go," he replied. Eli nodded with a smile, clearly expecting his answer. "Okay, Mr. Greer. I'll reschedule tonight's work to tomorrow."…As night fell and the clock struck eight, the jewelry exhibition's celebratory dinner was in full swing. Millie had changed into a sleek black dress that accentuated her slim figure, enhancing her elegance even more.Suddenly, the lights dimmed. Everyone looked up to see Sean making a grand entrance in a dapper tailc
Millie hesitated, feeling that her status made it inappropriate to dance with Sean. But he had already made his move, and everyone was watching. Some even started cheering.Since this was Sean's event, Millie knew she had to be courteous and avoid embarrassing him. In the crowd, some found the situation amusing, while others scowled, gripping their wine glasses tightly."Come on, agree to dance with Mr. Stringer!""Yes, Mr. String is so sincere! Who could say no to someone so genuine?"The crowd chimed in with their opinions. Millie stared at Sean for a while before finally agreeing. She raised her hand and rested her fingertips in his hand. In the next second, Sean's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he broke into a triumphant grin.Millie couldn't help but think he was somewhat childish. Was this all it took to make him so happy? He was nothing like Winston, who always kept his emotions hidden and rarely wore his feelings on his sleeve.Sean led Millie to the center of t
Before Millie could take a step forward, someone grabbed her arm from behind, and another arm wrapped around her waist. She spun around, only to have someone shove past her, causing her to stumble directly into another person's embrace.In a daze, Millie looked up quickly. When she saw who it was, her features drew into a scowl."Winston?" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper but full of astonishment.Why Winston, of all people?He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you surprised to see me?"Millie was, of course, taken aback. She was supposed to be Sean's partner, so how had she ended up in the dance with Winston?She turned to look at Sean and noticed he was now with another woman. As Sean glanced her way, Winston immediately stepped in to block her view.Millie had no choice but to face Winston, a flicker of anger in her eyes. "Winston Greer!"He tightened his grip on her hand, moving closer with each step while pushing her further away from Sean.Just as she was
Winston lowered his head and said, "Go ahead and lash out if it makes you feel better."He didn't think a few insults from Millie would bother him. Considering how he had treated her in the past, he knew she had every reason to be angry."Cursing at you is too exhausting. I'd much rather beat you up," she replied with a sneer.Winston looked up and met her eyes. "Alright."If she wanted to hit him, he would let her. Millie was momentarily stunned. He had always been known for his pride and dignity. The Winston she remembered would never have agreed so easily."So, you're saying I can beat you up?" Her gaze bore into his dark eyes as she stepped closer.Winston nodded, never breaking eye contact. He had knelt and agreed to let her hit him. Did he really think she would let him off so easily?Millie wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of a quick resolution. No, she wanted him to feel the weight of his actions. She intended for him to experience her pain and every hardshi
Winston's nonchalant hum left Millie unsettled. What was the meaning behind that?"What time do you get off work tomorrow?" he asked again.At that point, Millie was completely fed up. She lifted her foot, aiming to step on him. But Winston appeared to have anticipated her move and quickly pulled his left foot back.Her foot landed on nothing, and she sneered. "Mr. Greer, you claim you're pursuing me, yet you can't even handle me stepping on you?"Winston lowered his gaze before saying in a low voice, "Millie, stop being sarcastic. If you want to hit me, just go ahead.""Let go of me. This is pointless." Millie's voice trembled slightly.The darkness was overwhelming, and she felt a wave of anxiety.Noticing the quiver in her voice, Winston briefly loosened his grip on her wrist. "Are you scared?" he asked.Millie kept her head down, not saying a word."Millie, are you afraid of me? Do you think I would hurt you?"She should have known he would never harm her, yet her silen
Outside the venue, Millie was growing increasingly frustrated with the two men trailing behind her. How long would they keep this up? Did she look like she had all the time in the world to entertain them?"Sean, shouldn't you be inside mingling with the guests? What are you doing out here with me?" Millie asked, irritation written all over her face.She understood his intentions, but there were so many guests and senior figures inside. While he could afford to ignore the unspoken rules, she couldn't. It was about adhering to proper etiquette and showing respect."It's all good. We're all friends here. Besides…" Sean trailed off, casting a knowing glance at Winston.Winston could tell Sean had something to say, and he knew it wasn't going to sit well with him.Without beating around the bush, Sean declared, "Everyone knows I'm pursuing you."As expected, Winston's expression darkened immediately.Millie, on the other hand, sighed deeply. "That's enough from both of you. I don't n
In the car, an uncomfortable silence lingered. Eli sensed the awkward atmosphere but couldn't think of anything to say. To Winston, simply getting Millie into the car was already a win. He hadn't yet figured out what to say next.Millie glanced at the time and let out a long sigh, visibly annoyed. Winston couldn't help but look at her. The impatience and displeasure on her face were unmistakable, and his gaze grew dimmer as he took it in. "Is this really so hard for you? Are you really that unwilling?" He spoke in a low, husky voice that was tinged with a hint of helplessness.Millie turned to face him, looking bewildered as she retorted, "Am I supposed to be happy about this? Should I be fine with it? Tell me, how should I act around an ex-husband who's hurt me so much?" She often wished someone would tell her what to do, but she knew that wasn't how life worked. In the end, everyone had to find their own way."Millie, I was only with Joanna because I thought she had saved
Millie slammed the door shut without hesitation. In the next second, the car fell silent. Under the dim lights, Winston watched as Millie made her way to the bus stop. It wasn't long before she was on her phone, chatting and laughing. His brief appearance felt like a bad joke or more like an unwanted intrusion. Winston's hand clenched tightly at his side as helplessness overwhelmed him. There was nothing he could do. Winning someone back seemed nearly impossible once their trust was lost."Mr. Greer, you should have insisted on taking Ms. Caldwell home. How could you just leave her here?" Eli asked coldly.Winston chuckled wryly. "Take her home?"Millie would only despise him even more if he had done that. She might have even cursed him under her breath.Feeling drained, he leaned back in his seat and instructed Eli to drive further away. And so, Eli moved the car to the opposite side of the street. Winston watched as Millie waited at the bus stop for a long time before she
"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,