A lot of thoughts came to her mind. Who was after her this time? Moira, could it be her? "Hey, you're Moira's lackey, aren't you?" She decided to go straight to the point. Since she couldn't jump out of the car now and she had no chance to run away, Grace tried to talk to the driver. In this way, it wouldn't hurt if she could get some clues. However, the driver returned to his usual silence right after that. No matter what Grace said, he would keep his mouth shut tight. Since there was no feedback, Grace simply stopped talking. She silently observed the situation along the road and found that the surroundings had become bleaker and bleaker. Was she being kidnapped? "I'll keep my strength so that I can seize the opportunity to escape when I have the chance!" She thought. The car zoomed all the way, finally arriving at the destination. "Miss Miller, please," the driver said and unlocked the car. Grace stood next to the car and stared
Grace shouted helplessly, "Cut off mine, cut off both my hands, okay? Don't do anything to them..." "Miss Miller, if you really can't pick one, why don't I help you?" The driver offered in kindness. Grace could only keep shaking her head. The scene was beyond chaotic. The three victims all cried miserably, while the cold-blooded executioner next to them and the person hiding behind the camera were very happy. At this time, amidst the earth-shattering sobs, came the dense sound of car engines. Unbeknownst to the negligent group of bandits, the cars had driven into this desolate place under the cover of the night. Zaden stood at the front of a group of people. As he stared into the lights of the building, he said, "They are inside." His well-trained subordinates armed themselves before they snuck into the building in teams. As for Zaden, he rushed to the front of the first group. "Mr. Andrew, leave it to us!" One of his men stopped hi
Mr. Yale's word of thanks was like a knife stabbing into Grace's heart. How could she be worthy of his gratitude? She could not take it anymore and felt like returning to the car to escape the situation. Mr. Yale withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Even he, who was usually slick and smooth, could not find the right words to say at this time. Zaden tried to smooth things over by saying, "I'm sorry, she was one of the victims too, so..." "I understand," Mr. Yale said with a nod. "We understand and more than anything else, we thank you, Mr. Andrew. You've worked hard today. We won't take up any more of your time. You should go back early and rest. We will definitely drop by next time to properly thank you." Zaden nodded and turned to get in the car. Dulcie was all worn out from crying too long, so she was curled up in her seat and fast asleep. Zaden asked softly, "What on earth happened before I arrived?" Grace suddenly turned teary-eyed. The tear
"Mr. Yale and his wife are quite old, so having children has been difficult for them. In the beginning, they contacted many surrogacy agencies. However, Mr. Yale was extremely cautious when it came to picking a surrogate mother. This caused a lot of trouble to the agencies since the surrogate mothers they suggested never met his standards." "Later, Mr. Yale thought about going abroad to find a surrogate mother. However, right at the critical moment, he suddenly found out that Mrs. Yale was already pregnant!" "The pleasant surprise caused them to give up their search for a surrogate mother. After all, Mrs. Yale wasn't getting any younger and they both went through a lot to get this son, so that's why the Yale family treats him so preciously." As Zaden listened to the report from his subordinate on the other end of the call, his mood grew complicated. The only way he could clear his mind was to focus on the fact that the night wind had blown his body cold. To be h
Grace frowned before cutting Moira off. "Moira, there's no use in talking to me like that. I just want to know who it is. Tell me the truth!" "Do you think I'll tell you just because you want to know?" Moira scoffed before retorting, "Who do you think you are?" "Does this mean that you admit you used Mr. Yale's name to deceive me?" Grace quickly latched onto the loophole in Moira's words. "Hah, I didn't say that. You're just making things up." Moira was still as stubborn as a mule. She once again diverted the topic so that she could insult and ridicule Grace. All sorts of vulgarities came through the call, and each minute that passed only pushed a person's limits even further. Grace felt nothing at Moira's words. However, Zaden, who was next to her, did not want to hear any more of it. He was on his last straw, so he grabbed the phone to end the call. "Are you stupid? Just letting her scold you like that?" Zaden asked, his tone sour. "As long a
"No, Mother, if Zaden takes over the Coulson Group, then we..." Moira could not continue speaking. She did not even want to imagine what would happen. "You understand now? I thought a donkey kicked you in the brain!" "That... That won't do. I'll go beg him right now!" Moira shouted. Now that things had come to this, it was obvious that Zaden's target was Moira. Although she was extremely unwilling, she would have to make a stand against him now. No matter what she would have to experience, she had to protect the company. She could not lose everything. She rushed to the Andrew family villa, but Moira was not even allowed through the main entrance. "Let me in!" Moira began making a scene outside. She made such a ruckus that it was difficult for the people inside to ignore her. "Mr. Andrew, Miss Coulson is causing a scene outside, this..." the butler informed Zaden "Let her be," Zaden said expressionlessly. This was not the first
"Plop—" Moira's kneecaps hit the ground, the sound of it ringing crisp. Grace was dumbfounded. She looked at Moira, who was kneeling in front of her, and could not say anything for a while. As for Zaden, there was not even the slightest expression on his face. "What, what are you doing?" Grace asked. She instinctively stood up from her chair as she took in the scene before her, at a complete loss of what to do. Moira glanced at her. Sometimes, when one's ego was at one's feet, one becomes more able to take humiliation than usual. She replied with indifference, "Why are you so agitated? I'm not kneeling at you. Don't think too much of yourself." Moira looked at Zaden and said, "Zaden, I beg you, please have mercy on the Coulson family. No matter what you demand, as long as I can do it, you can demand it!" Zaden frowned and said, "Kneel further if you want to. You're an eyesore right now." Mercy? For someone like Zaden, mercy had always bee
The silent confrontation was still going on, and Zaden was waiting. When would Moira give in? Moira was also waiting. When would Zaden be gracious enough to let her go? However, perhaps these two people didn't know each other very well. They both had naive expectations that were absolutely wrong and impossible to achieve from the beginning. "It's so cold..." Moira murmured in a low voice. As she spoke, a puff of white vapor immediately appeared in front of her lips. Even though kneeling down like this was not a big deal, Moira had always been pampered and had grown up a spoiled child. She had never suffered this kind of hardship before. Her body could not bear it either. She only felt that her legs were on the verge of losing its strength and becoming numb. The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the wind and rain swayed. Flowers in the garden were beaten into a mess by the rain, as so was Moira. Moira's body had reached its limit, and she could not catch h