How could she change her attitude dramatically overnight? And it seemed that my guess yesterday was proved to be right! Someone was guiding Ronald's wife on what to say and how to do. I looked at Ronald's wife and asked her, "There are so many people in our company, most of whom are women. How can you know that I am Charlotte Archer accurately?" Hearing my question, Ronald's wife suddenly panicked. Then she stared at the ground and paused for a long time before saying, "You, you look bad at first sight! Who else can it be Charlotte Archer?" I looked at the policeman who came with her and asked with a faint smile, "Police, she is so powerful that she can see who is the bad person at a glance. Do you want to consider recruiting her as police?" "What do you mean?" Ronald's wife was anxious. She stood up and pointed to me as she scolded, "It is you who harmed my husband! My husband is healthy. If it weren't for someone who did something to him, how could
In less than a minute, I received a call from Caroline! "Why do you have these photos?" The first sentence Caroline said was this. It was obvious that she knew what I had sent to her were. As I packed up my laptop and walked out, I took the cell phone and said to her, "If you don't want anyone to find out, don't do it." "No one will believe you!" Although Caroline said so, I could hear a guilty conscience in her voice. After all, she was plagiarizing. At this time, I have already walked out of Computer Town. Looking at the good weather outside, I slowly said, "Is that so? Telma's works have very obvious personal characteristics in them. Based on the comparison of these photos between her previous works, anyone can see that these photos are her works as well. I..." "What do you want to do? What do you want from me?" I didn't even need to finish my words. Then Caroline interrupted me. She knew too well that when it came to desig
"I'll tell her." I found what he had said ridiculous. And the most ridiculous thing was that I had been trying my luck with Patrick, thinking that he would get angry because of me. I thought he would care about me a little bit. I looked at him and said very seriously, "Mr. Cowell, the identity of Mrs. Cowell makes me lose everything. I have nothing to lose. So, can you please let me go? I beg you." Standing a meter away from me, Patrick looked at me as he knitted his eyebrows deeply. He didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he said, "I'm tired. Let's talk about these things later." After that, he did not leave. Instead, he took out his computer from the suitcase and began to work in the living room. And I hid in the master bedroom and looked out of the window. Thinking back, I had been Mrs. Cowell for so long. But it seemed that I hadn't enjoyed a happy day ever. That night, I received a phone call from Seth.
"It's impossible." As soon as I said so, Patrick immediately refused without even thinking about it. I had long expected that his answer would be like this. If he wanted to let me go so easily, he would have agreed to my request long ago. But I came prepared this time. I took out my cell phone, walked to the wide office desk, and opened the recording interface. Then I put my cell phone on the desk. Without talking about any nonsense, I clicked open the recording in Caroline's office just now. Yes. When I went to Caroline's office, I turned on the recording on my cell phone. Patrick was such a smart person. He knew that Caroline's attitude indicated that she surely had something to do with this matter. Looking at Patrick's gloomy face, I lowered my eyes and said slowly, "Mr. Cowell, I know that you don't want to let me go easily since I married you on behalf of Caroline. If I am the only one who is tortured in this matter, I will accept it
I muttered to myself in my heart, "Don't forget what he did to you in prison. Don't forget your child who died. And don't forget that he turned a blind to Caroline's evil deeds..." ...... I seemed to be paralyzing myself and making myself more and more determined to go on pretending. Otherwise, the defense line I had been setting up with efforts would break down overnight. I didn't eat anything and left Towering High Group by myself. When I came out, many employees were still enjoying their food. When they saw me, they were whispering to each other. It seemed that they had seen Patrick go out just now. I couldn't care that much. Then I quickly left Towering High Group. Instead of going home, I went to an Internet cafe instead. I figured out my resume using a form there and began to send my resume to different design companies one by one. By the time I finished sending my resume to almost all the design companies of a certain scale,
At this moment, I came to my senses. All the delusions dissolved because of this small pill. I lowered my eyes and suppressed the bitterness in my heart. Pretending to be nonchalant, I picked up the pill as well as the glass of water. I wanted to drink the water down quickly. But my hands holding the cup were shaking non-stop. I had no choice but to put the pill into my mouth. Then I held the cup with both hands and drank it down. To my relief, Patrick didn't turn on the light during the whole process. In that case, he surely wouldn't see my helplessness and sadness. After taking the pill and calming myself down, I pretended to say in an indifferent and alienated voice, "I've taken the pill. Don't worry, Mr. Cowell. I won't be pregnant with your child. Can you leave now?" However, Patrick did not leave. He was standing beside me. I thought he was afraid that I would be fooling him without taking the pill. To prove that I
In fact, I could relate to the client. After all, a person had died in his new house. And it was true that he couldn't go on living there. The house was a villa with a market price of millions of dollars. For a small-sized company like Seth's company, which had just been operating for a few years, it simply couldn't afford it at all. If there was a lawsuit, it would be more difficult for Glorious Seth Design to establish a foothold in the industry. And at that time, it would be on the verge of closing down. Hearing Angie's words, I couldn't be more guilty. Anyway, Ronald Weil's matter started everything. Angie got her coffee and went to the construction site. I took a car alone to Glorious Seth Design's office. When I went into the office, I found that nobody was at the front desk. In the office where I used to stay, nobody was seen except for some computers in several compartments. It seemed that the designers who had worked there before
"But Seth... He is in great danger now!" I didn't even have time to think about how Patrick was feeling right now. I wanted to get rid of him and go after Seth. However, Patrick tightly hugged my waist with his wrists. The next second, I heard him say word by word, "I'm jealous." At that moment, I was stunned. "Mr. Cowell, what did you say?" "I say, I'm jealous." Patrick repeated once again, "You're my wife. I can't tolerate that you pay attention to another man and treat me as a nobody when I am by your side." If it were at other times, I might be moved and fluttered upon knowing that Patrick was jealous because of me. But now, I simply didn't think so. I pushed him away with all my strength, raised my head, and looked at him with an absurd expression. Then I said, "Mr. Cowell, the way you see it, why Seth's company has become like this? Is it because of his incompetence? Or is it because of his poor vision? Neither of them!" I loo
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?