For a long time, the office was quiet. Only then did I hear Seth say, "If you do think so, I will respect your decision. But..." He paused and continued, "If you can't pretend anymore one day and you believe that I can survive from Patrick and protect you, remember to come back to my side." His words made me extremely guilty. I didn't remember how I had left his office that day. But as soon as I returned to the villa, I took off all my clothes and got changed with my cheap dress. This was who I was. In the next month, I didn't know how I had made it. I couldn't even find a reason to live on. Seth would occasionally call me. If I didn't answer his call, he would text me. I didn't get back to him either. One day, I received a call from Angie. As soon as I answered her phone, she scolded me. Only then did I know that something had happened to Glorious Seth Design. I had done as Patrick said. And I had resigned f
After a while, a red Aston Martin sports car stopped at the entrance of the studio. A beautiful woman got off the car. It was Caroline Archer! I was stunned. Then I looked at the clothing studio behind me. I suddenly remembered that Caroline had said before that she dreamt of having a clothing brand of her own... In an instant, I realized that she should be the boss Wilson had mentioned! Before I could say something, Angie had taken a few steps forward and greeted Caroline intimately. But I felt vaguely uneasy in my heart. When Caroline saw me, she raised her hand and said with a smile, "Charlotte, long time no see." The shrewdness in her eyes couldn't be more obvious, making me realize that this order wouldn't be an ordinary one. If she played some tricks, Glorious Seth Design, which was about to be crumbling, was very likely to be trapped! I stepped forward and questioned her, "Caroline Archer, what on earth do you want to d
It was probably because that I was titled as Mrs. Cowell that her words made I feel sad. Even if I refused to admit it, the truth was right in front of me. This piece of land was located in the downtown of City Y where every inch of land worthed a lot. Moreover, it was not far from the office building of Patrick's Towering High Group. The value of this place was immeasurable. Since Patrick was willing to buy this land for Caroline, it meant that she was very important to him. Looking at Caroline, I sneered and said, "My husband is so blessed, who has taken both of us in. Especially you, Caroline, as a mistress, you enjoy this title with great relish." "You!" Caroline started to get angry. But soon, she calmed down and said, "Don't be proud. You are a woman with a criminal record. I will see how the Cowell Family can tolerate you!" "Can't they tolerate me? My husband has already concealed the fact that I went to jail for me. Grandpa Cowell only
I decided to do my best to make this project work. Although I had promised Seth that I would schedule my time reasonably and have a good rest. Early the next morning, I got up at 5 a.m. and arrived at the construction site before 6 a.m. Before all the workers could arrive, I checked all the materials and checked both the inside and outside of the construction site. Only after that was I relieved. The whole project lasted for two and a half months. During this period, I didn't rest once. In summer, there was no air conditioner or fan in the studio. As I endured the heat in the studio day by day, I almost had heatstroke several times, making a herbal liquid for heat prevention an essential item in my bag. Finally, the day of handing over the project came. That day, Patrick, Caroline, Angie, me, Seth, and every one of the Engineering Department were all on the scene. We inspected and checked the whole project bit by bit. In the e
Caroline quickly caught up with me, grabbed my wrist, and said with a grim smile, "Charlotte Archer, you assume that you can be Mrs. Cowell with ease?" I turned to look at her, "Hmm?" I had seen all kinds of evil persons in prison. And I just found her ridiculous while seeing her like this. "Don't assume that Patrick likes you and intends to be with you in the future since he respects you. Let me tell you, you should stop daydreaming about it!" Caroline deliberately lowered her voice. I looked at her and blinked as I said, "Caroline Archer, I hope you can understand that it's not me who wants to be Mrs. Cowell now. It's Patrick who insists that I should be his wife. If you can let him divorce me, I will be grateful to you." "Stop pretending! I'll get you to lose the title of Mrs. Cowell soon!" My indifferent attitude provoked Caroline instead! That night, after the dinner was over, Patrick asked a driver over because everyone had been dr
Everyone knew that people would soon suffer from leukemia if they stayed in a house where formaldehyde was abnormally concentrated. I knew what was going on after I heard the police out. As expected, Caroline surely wouldn't let go of the opportunity this time in vain. Initially, I was not afraid. However, the police later questioned me over and over again. During this period, I knew that everyone's feedback to the police was that I was the one who got the most optimal timing to commit such a crime. ...... Because among all the people engaged in the project, I was the first one to arrive at the studio and the last one to leave. And I was also the one who was the most likely to be motivated to do so. Although I was Mrs. Cowell, Patrick loved Caroline very much instead. Moreover, I had gone to jail last time because I had pushed Caroline to the foot of the mountain. If Caroline hadn't been found in time, she might have been dead. Afte
Caroline sat on the other side of the glass wall without ever moving her body. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. And she said, "Is that so? Then you have to come out first." Seeing that I was excited, the police directly pressed me down and warned, "Behave yourself!" I was held down by the police and couldn't move. But Caroline pretended to say, "Officer, Caroline was confused for a moment. Don't make things difficult for her." Later, I sat down on the chair. But the police were standing behind me for one step away. "Caroline Archer, as I said, I don't want to be Mrs. Cowell." I softened my voice. Now, I even thought that as long as Caroline could withdraw the complaint, I probably could solve this matter easily. Of course, Caroline knew what was going on in my mind. She sat outside and put on a pitiful look again, "Charlotte, we're sisters. I value the kinship between us the most. However, you've attacked me over and o
When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again. The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters. This was not a detention house but a prison! "No! No!" My brain exploded! Hadn't I already go out? "Didn't I already get out?" "Why am I in prison?" I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might! "Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!" However, the corridor of the prison was empty. No one answered. I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse. I was desperate. And helpless. I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling. I held my knees tightly. "Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!" "I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!" "I've lost my child." I squatte
After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered. I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work. It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old. Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door. He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon." "New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?" I was stunned. I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far. He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon." After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried out. "A new home?" I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I
Patrick and I held a wedding when Rosalie was 100 days old. Although he wanted to hold a grand banquet, I refused to do so. Mostly, I was too old to care about the formalities anymore. But I understood that it was Patrick's heart for me, and I did not refuse to hold the wedding. We just needed to call some good friends and have a Simple banquet. Patrick couldn't convince me, so he naturally agreed. In the blink of an eye, it was the wedding day. Shirley sent me the wedding dress. Because it was a mini wedding, only seven or eight tables were available. Most of the guests came from my studio and Towering High Company. Everyone was familiar with each other. In order to solve the marriage problem of the older single women in my studio, Nancy and I also made a special effort on the seating row. We specifically put single men and women of marriageable age at one table, expecting them to develop their relationship. Early
Listening to Shirley's words, I truly felt lucky for Shelton. Fortunately, he returned. Fortunately, he returned to Shirley's side. Back to the person who loved him. Michael Blake was hired as defense counsel in Shelton's case. I went to find Patrick and asked him about the case. He told me Shelton had locked Emily up for a while, but he soon let her go. But after that, Emily asked Shelton for money. Shelton gave her some. After Emily spent all the money, she was desperate and went to the police. She wanted to use this method to force Shelton to give her money. When I heard Patrick's words, I thought that Emily was too naïve. If this were true, then someone might help her. But it was she who exposed the video in the first place, and everyone knew that. She had made the choice. Now everything she said just made it worse. Emily had no money, so she could only find the assigned lawyer to file the lawsuit. In the first
She looked terrible, even her makeup was crying off. Only one night had passed, but she seemed to have aged a few years. She looked at us and asked, "How is father doing?" "The operation was successful." Patrick answered, but his expression looked bad. Dulcie heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Good." Then she turned around and was about to leave. Patrick said, "Aunt Dulcie, you don't have to blame yourself. It's just that Roger used you." "I blame myself for being stupid." Dulcie stood there, with her back to us and her head lowered. "I know it quite well in my heart. How could such a handsome, good and young man like him fall in love with me? But I still hold a trace of luck in my heart, thinking about what if it's true?" She didn't go on but left with her head down. I was a little worried. "Will your aunt be fine?" "Don't worry. She is a strong woman." After Patrick said that, he patted me on the shoulder. "You should go to
Patrick's words were like a sharp sword that pierced into Roger's heart. Roger stood there. Although he looked calm, he lost all his momentum. At this moment, the ambulance arrived. Although Dulcie was angry and hard to accept it, she could tell what was more important. She opened the door and let the doctor in. The doctor examined Ned first, and then quickly carried him into the ambulance. Because of the small space in the ambulance, only two people were allowed to accompany Ned. Sheridan and Melissa got in. Once they left, it was just me, Patrick, Dulcie, and Roger left in the room. "I'll ask the driver to drive the car over." Patrick took out his phone and called the driver. Then I supported him to go out. Dulcie and Roger stood there without saying a word. Patrick did not talk to them either. He went out with me and got in the car. We decided to order the servants to take care of Glenn first. We cal
Hearing his words, Sheridan looked gloomy on the side. Patrick held me in his arms, "You seem to care about the affairs of the Cowell Family so much. Each time we have some disputes, you will help us enthusiastically. Now you are making a move on my aunt, aren't you?" "No." After finishing his words, Roger imitated Patrick and held Dulcie in his arms, saying, "Dulcie and I love each other sincerely." ...... I looked gloomy. It wasn't that I didn't believe in December Romance. However, the age gap between them was so large. As Patrick's aunt, Dulcie was quite good-looking. It was just that she, who was old, had encountered too many unpleasant things in the past few years, making her meaner and harsher. As for Roger by her side... From all aspects, every woman lusted for him. He, who wasn't poor, surely could get whatever woman he wanted with ease. Indeed, in every way, there was no way that he would take a fancy to Dulcie. No w
"All right." I nodded. I would marry Patrick soon. Because of the things taking place in the past, the Cowell Family didn't have a good impression of me. If I arrived there late because of getting changed this time, it wouldn't be worth it. Holding Patrick's hand, I went downstairs with him. Coming out early, we didn't see many cars on the road. When we arrived at the Cowell Family's mansion, it was exactly 6:30 p.m. By the time we went in, it had been quite lively inside the house. Sheridan, Melissa, and Ned were all surrounding Glenn. Glenn, a six-year-old child, was smart and flexible. Whatever others asked him, he would respond like an adult. Upon seeing us, the three of us looked at me. Ned straightened up first and said with a smile on his face, "You're here." "Yes. Hello, Grandpa Cowell." After greeting Ned, I said to Sheridan and Melissa, "Hello, Mr. Sheridan. Hello, Mrs. Melissa." Now, the relationsh
"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain." ...... "I am telling you the truth..." Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy. Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while. What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only. Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof. Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office... Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily. Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible. At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office... Everyone would be watching us.
"Why did you... come here?" Standing up in a hurry, I helped Patrick into the office. While walking in, he closed the door handily. Looking up at the closed door, I knew that he should be here for what had happened just now. Even if he wouldn't take the initiative to come here, I would ask him about it. I helped Patrick seated on the sofa. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "What do you want to know? Go ahead." Sure enough, he knew me. Sitting opposite him and looking at him, I thought for a moment before asking, "What happened? What did Kelsi do?" "Ever since she left last time, per my order, Louis had been keeping an eye on everything about her, including the ones she contacted. As expected, she dealt with the ones who smuggled guns and bribed a murderer, asking him to kill someone." Patrick didn't state who Kelsi had wanted to kill explicitly. Even so, I knew that it was me. I looked at Patrick, asking, "What did you do?