Millie rested her chin on her hand and gazed out the window, pointedly ignoring Marvin. Even if he sent her home, she knew she would find a way to sneak back to the lab later.As the one in charge, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on her. Every extra effort she put in would bring them closer to a breakthrough. Marvin glanced at her and asked, "By the way, what should I do if Mr. Greer brings up the remuneration again?"Millie looked up. Remuneration? Winston was notoriously stubborn. Once he made up his mind, changing it was nearly impossible."Just forward his messages to me. I'll handle it from now on.""Alright, but I guess Eli's the one dealing with the negotiations," Marvin replied.Millie hummed in response. "Got it."…Before long, they arrived at Caldwell Villa. Just as Millie was about to step out of the car, Marvin said, "Don't even think about sneaking off to the lab. I'll be keeping an eye on you from your doorstep."Millie looked at him silently, her
Millie had come to accept that loneliness and a sense of emptiness were just part of life.After splashing some water on her face to shake off the grogginess, she grabbed her phone and saw several messages from her colleagues at the research lab, mostly about data. The lab needed her; it couldn't operate without her.Millie checked the time. It was already past 6:00 pm. With winter in full swing, night had fallen quickly.She changed into a fresh set of clothes and tidied up a bit before heading to the lab. The biting wind cut through her, and the weather forecast had predicted even colder temperatures ahead.…When Millie arrived, the lab was deserted. The soft rustling of trees in the cold night air only made the place feel more eerie.The lab's emptiness, combined with the darkness, created a chilling atmosphere. As she approached the database, the lights flickered on automatically in response to her fingerprint scan.Just as she was about to move closer, a figure in the co
After Natalie left, Millie returned to her data analysis. She also decided to look up every available information on Aspher. Although she knew it was beneficial for SH2N, she hadn't yet fully understood the herb's specific properties. Just as she was about to settle on the couch to review the data, a blaring alarm suddenly filled the building. Millie looked up in confusion. The alarm was shrill, its intensity enough to stir panic across the entire floor. She frowned, and suddenly, it hit her. Natalie had just left! There had been an unsettling chill in the air when she arrived earlier. Could something have happened to Natalie? Without hesitation, Millie switched on the lab's lights, dashed out of her office, and headed downstairs. As soon as she reached the lobby, she heard frantic cries for help."Help! Somebody, help!"The lights did little to illuminate the lab, but Millie spotted a smear of blood on the white tiles. It was clear that Natalie had been stabbed and dragged a
As Millie closed in, Isaac shoved Natalie aside. Without missing a beat, he reached for Millie's hair. Despite her trembling, she managed to land a powerful kick. Isaac's startled cry had barely escaped his lips when her right fist landed squarely on his face. He spun around and almost collided with a tree.Millie quickly seized his arms from behind and threw him to the ground. There was a loud thud as he hit the dirt.Without hesitation, she ripped off Isaac's hat and mask, revealing a face that was unfamiliar and almost too gentle for his actions. His eyes conveyed a mix of innocence and resignation, as if he had been forced into this. Moreover, his leg was still bleeding, and the sight of it stirred a pang of sympathy in Millie."Who sent you?" she demanded.Her only enemy was Joanna, and she wanted to hear her name directly from him. That way, she could confront Joanna head-on.But Isaac shook his head, refusing to answer."Life's tough enough. Let's not make it harder fo
"Nonsense! What's there to be afraid of? These little tricks are—" Natalie's confident declaration was cut short by the sudden ring of Millie's phone, causing her to scream in surprise.The high-pitched scream made Millie wince. She shook off the discomfort before reaching for her phone. It was Marvin calling. With a smirk, Millie glanced at Natalie. The latter had just insisted she wasn't scared, yet she had screamed so loudly. Given how loud she had been, Millie figured Natalie was doing just fine. "Shoot," Millie said into the phone. "We're on his tail. He made a stop and picked up a man. I'm en route from M Base and should catch up with him soon," Marvin reported."Alright," Millie replied. "Find out who sent him. If he's working for Joanna, get him to spill the details. I want her name out in the open."That way, she could finally confront the Lowells head-on. She had given Joanna more than enough chances, only for her to keep causing trouble. "Got it, boss."With that
Millie was taken aback. So, Isaac wasn't working for Joanna? Marvin wrote, "Boss, have you offended anyone else recently?"Millie frowned, puzzled. Her daily routine consisted of going home and the research lab. Who could she have possibly upset?She didn't respond. Instead, she continued her meal while mentally reviewing the people she had encountered lately. "Dr. Caldwell, are you alright after last night?" someone asked as they greeted Millie.Millie nodded. "I'm fine.""What about Natalie? She must have been quite shaken.""She handled it well. She's very brave," Millie replied with a smile, preserving Natalie's dignity."Dr. Caldwell, did you see the news this morning? There was an explosion at one of Greer Group's factories last night," a man remarked as he approached, eager to share the gossip.Millie looked up, intrigued."Greer Group," the man emphasized.Millie pulled out her phone to check. Sure enough, her Twitter feed was flooded with the news."Greer Group F
At the Greer Group factory, the media had been waiting for hours, anticipating Winston's arrival. An incident of this scale required his personal presence.Near the ruins, the victims' families wept openly, their cries cutting through the air with raw, unbearable grief.As soon as Winston's car pulled up, a crowd descended on him—grieving family members, security personnel, and reporters.Before stepping out, Eli turned to remind Winston, "Mr. Greer, we need to handle this delicately. Three people have died, so we need to agree to whatever the families request."Winston gave a silent nod, a sense of guilt weighing on him as he glanced at the devastated families.The Greer Group had always prided itself on strict safety measures across its factories, shops, and offices. So, he couldn't understand how an explosion like this could have happened. Everything about the whole situation felt off.The moment the car door opened, a wave of chaotic voices surged toward him from every direct
"Take them to the office," Winston instructed Eli. Eli nodded and began directing the staff to escort the victims' families out. Suddenly, one of the relatives shouted, "I'm not leaving!""We can discuss compensation and the next steps. Please let us know if you have any requests," Eli said.The man erupted in anger. "Is money supposed to fix this? Is that all you think matters? No amount of cash can bring my son back! He was just starting his life after graduating from university!"Winston immediately recognized that this man was the father of the 24-year-old worker who had died.Every camera turned toward the man as his cries filled the air. He wept openly, his grief on full display for everyone to see."What kind of factory do you run? What safety measures do you even have? Winston Greer, how the hell did you make it to the top?"That single accusation dragged Winston into a crisis. Before long, the authorities issued a directive for all Greer Group subsidiaries to shut down
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