Kink or not, Millie shouldn't have handled him so roughly! She clearly wanted to hurt him badly."Was that too much for you?" she asked with a sorry look, but deep within, she snickered at his confidence in assuming that she'd sleep with him."It hurts," Kennedy mumbled.Millie smiled at the reply, happy to know that it hurt. She curled her fist again when she spoke to him, a sight that made him narrow his eyes in alarm.No way! Wait a minute!He grabbed her wrist in confusion. "Millie, is this a kink of yours?"What was with beating him into a pulp before sleeping with him?She blinked innocently at him. "I don't have any kink, though."She merely grabbed at a passerby and made him her punching bag. Before Kennedy could ask, he was punched in the face again, which confused him even more.This time, she allowed him no response time. Grabbing him by the neck, she pummeled him mercilessly.It was at that moment he realized that this wasn't some kink of hers. She was with him ju
That instantly elicited a frown from Millie. She increased her grip on Kennedy's neck. Was there something wrong with his head after he got punched?"You always claim you're no longer in love with Winston, but Millie, it's in your bones to take his side…" Kennedy rasped as he swallowed the mixture of blood and saliva.She watched him with a smile. "Keep going."She was interested in what he had to say. Did he suggest that she punched him to avenge Winston?Well, Kennedy couldn't be more wrong. Millie had punched him simply because she thought he was a nuisance. Winston Greer was not a man she cared to avenge. She might have loved him in the past, but as a lady, she was keenly aware of her standing. She was to be protected by men instead of the other way around.A woman who had to defend her man wouldn't be cherished. She had never done anything of that sort for Winston since high school, and she'd never do that now."Millie Caldwell, would you deny it if I said that you're st
Millie might wear a sweet smile, but her punches were vicious for a woman.Kennedy had always perceived her as a deferring and gentle character, but that impression changed after she punched him.How did this happen?"I'm leaving. See ya. Oh, by the way, there's no guarantee that I won't punch you the next time even if you keep a low profile. It depends on my mood." Smiling, she waved at him sweetly.When she left the common room, she ran into Everly, who had been searching for her.Everly grumbled, "Where were you? We're waiting to leave with you!""I lost my way when I was looking for the restroom," Millie replied with a smile as she closed the common room door behind her.She made no mention of the stuff she did to Kennedy.Everly peeked into the common room but did not spot Kennedy.Meanwhile, Kennedy's expression crumpled when he overheard Millie's excuse.What an excuse! He nearly stormed out in rage when he heard it.Anyway, he hurried over to a mirror. When he saw hi
The first tweet that popped up when she checked Twitter was talking about Kennedy and also featuring Winston. The tweet mentioned the massive fight between them at the restaurant. Someone had gotten the scene on tape. Although it was described as a fight, from the recording, it looked more like Winston beating up Kennedy, who didn't even fight back and resigned to being punched.An official Twitter account tweeted: "Greer Group CEO Winston Greer vs. Mystery Man: CEO Showdown for Millie Caldwell of the Caldwell Group?"Millie rolled her eyes at the made-up headline. How could they be sure that the two men had fought over her? These reporters were a bunch of jokers!"Drew, are you done?" She looked away and asked Drew.He replied, "Will be done soon. Wait for a bit.""What do you need Kennedy's phone for?" Marvin asked.Millie met his eyes and smiled. The first thing she did after she swiped Kennedy's phone was to check his Twitter account.As expected, he had logged into his ve
Following a pause, Kennedy began, "Millie, you—""You'd better be nice to me, or I'll tweet from your account again," Millie warned him with all seriousness.He narrowed his eyes in fury. "Millie Caldwell!""Kennedy, do you know I have access to your WhatsApp as well? But I choose not to use it. Do you want to be further embarrassed?" She lifted her gaze.Kennedy immediately fell silent at the mention of his WhatsApp account. He quickly shot his assistant a look, hinting at the latter to regain control of his WhatsApp account.Millie immediately added, "Kennedy, I know a great hacker. Change your password as you wish; I can still log in if I feel like it."Her remark had basically given him no choice. Fuming, he demanded, "Millie, did I wrong you in any way? I thought we got along well. Why did you suddenly pick on me?"He added, "My phone is very important to me. Don't mess with it, especially with my WhatsApp account!"Millie's rogue and aggressive actions left Kennedy with n
"Millie, are you insane?" Kennedy felt himself go numb.Millie shrugged. "Do you want your phone back or not?"His expression soured. The phone was important to him, but so was his life. He asked, "Will you return the phone if I jump?"She nodded. She was a woman of her word.After a few seconds of silence, Kennedy grumbled and cursed. Finally, he barked at her, "Get it on!"That shocked Millie. Was that for real? What exactly was on that phone that pushed him to risk his life for it?Meanwhile, he had approached a staff member. "Let's fucking go! Nothing is off-limits!"Fuck this shit. What rotten luck to be involved with you. Millie Caldwell, I never thought you'd be so crazy! I finally saw you in a new light. How incredible!"She wondered if nervousness had prompted Kennedy's incoherence, or was he seriously cursing her out. Regardless, she had achieved her goal of driving him mad.Gritting his teeth, he pointed at her. "Millie Caldwell, you're on my list."Confused, she a
Exasperated, Kennedy thought, "Well, that's a really forced excuse." In fact, Millie had beaten him up for no good reason."Alright now. Let's get Mr. Sullivan to the hospital. Look at him. He's all freaked out," she commented as her eyes traveled to his pants.Ashen-faced, he snarked, "I didn't wet my pants! Stop staring!""Fine—if you say so." She smiled and left while mumbling, "Whew, it is damn cold."Kennedy nearly had a breakdown. So, the cold weather wasn't lost on Millie. If so, why did she force him to bungee jump in November? What a psycho! A freak!Regardless, he had learned a good lesson on that day—that he shouldn't offend a woman. Women could be really scary at times.…Back in the car, Marvin asked Millie, "Boss, why did you do that?""No reason. I just wanted to see his reaction. Say, would it be more fun if I bring Joanna here?" Millie suddenly chuckled.Marvin cast a knowing glance at Millie. Why did he sense that Millie was about to give Joanna some trouble?
The night deepened. The black Cullinan by the entrance to the lab was eye-catching.Millie headed out of the lab while discussing the data from that day with Hank. He suddenly quietened in the middle of the busy conversation.Millie turned and saw Winston's tall figure standing by the Cullinan. He was dressed in a black wool coat and a pair of spotless black leather shoes. He looked perfect in that cozy yet expensive style due to his height. Hank nodded at Millie as a goodbye and quickly left. Millie tried to stop him when Winston called her name, "Millie."Sighing, she turned to Winston with a frustrated frown. Why was he here again? He'd been lurking by the lab entrance daily. She'd become the subject of gossip due to all the men who came looking for her at the lab. Every time she went up to join the conversation among a group of researchers, they'd immediately fall silent. That proved she was the subject of their gossip."Mr. Greer, do you have too much time on your hands? A
Millie glanced at Winston with initial shock and disbelief in her eyes. Then a hint of amusement appeared, and soon she couldn't hold it in and broke into laughter."Haha!" Millie raised her hand and placed the back of it on Winston's forehead.He didn't have a fever, right? Why else would he go along with such an absurd request?"Winston, where's your self-respect?" Millie tapped Winston's head.Winston furrowed his brow, wondering what exactly self-respect was supposed to be. Was it something edible, or could he use it to pursue Millie?She wanted to hear him, so he just played along for her. After all, women only needed a little bit of coaxing."I have none. It's all gone. Maybe the dog ate it." Winston spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face.Millie laughed and said, "You're being silly. Go help Grandpa put up the Spring Festival couplets!"Winston nodded. "Alright, let's get to work."Millie watched Winston as he bustled about, and a wave of emotions began
Winston nodded with a smile and said, "Grandma, I understand."Millie smiled warmly, unable to hold back her laughter. Layla was just so endearing."Alright, the lights are all set up. What's on the menu today, and who's cooking?" Thomas walked in casually.Everly took off her coat and saw that there was a painting in front of Layla."Oh, could this be something that Mr. Greer brought?" she asked. "This painting looks really expensive.""Mr. Greer, do I get a gift?" Everly couldn't help teasing Winston.Winston knew that this was yet another person coming to give him a challenge."Sorry. I didn't know you and Uncle Thomas were here, so I didn't prepare anything. If there's something you like, I can buy it for you," he offered."How hilarious! Do you think I can't afford it? Do I need you to buy it?" Everly scoffed.Winston smiled and said, "Yes, you can afford it, but there's always a difference between something gifted to you and something you buy for yourself.""Mr. Greer i
"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