"You..." The man was a little surprised that she had managed to grab his hand so quickly. Then, he frowned slightly and grabbed her neck with more strength using his other hand. He said, "Do you live in this apartment? Take me to your home and treat my wound, or I'll kill you now!" Elizabeth was speechless. Who gave him the confidence? After complaining him in her mind, Elizabeth nodded in agreement. Elizabeth stayed on the highest floor. When she took the elevator, the man carefully wiped his blood on the camera before he went in, in case he would be photographed. "It's useless. There are surveillance cameras in the parking lot too," Elizabeth said. The man frowned slightly and seized her up, saying, "I think I have seen you from somewhere before." Elizabeth did not intend to answer. The man thought for a long time before he remembered that she might be a singer. He pondered for a moment and added, "You would have a valid excuse to buy the sur
Elizabeth turned off her computer, went into the bathroom to remove her makeup, and then lay on the bed. She switched off the lights and went to sleep. How was she going to get Sigrid's blood? She would definitely think of a way after she was done with her work. The next afternoon, in the castle. Sigrid had stayed up late last night and was tired, so she had been sleeping until now. She turned her head and saw that George, who was next to her, had already woken up. However, he had not gotten up from the bed yet. He was ready to stay in bed for a while just as she was. "What time is it?" she asked. "11 o'clock." After answering, George threw the phone aside and held her in his arms, enjoying the feeling of warmth and softness in his arms. Sigrid curled her lip and muttered discontentedly, "Aren't you very concerned about maintaining good health? Why did you stay up late? No, you have been up all night!" They had finished the truth or dare game a
"Oh, your face is so red. I must be right! Was it because of me that you two succeeded?" Rachel asked excitedly. "I don't think so. He might have prepared earlier," Sigrid mumbled under her breath. Then, she said, "You are more accurate than the fortune teller. The last time we met, what you said came true. Even some little details that you analyzed were right too! Tell me honestly, are you a clairvoyant?" "How could I be a clairvoyant? I believe that George likes you from the bottom of his heart, and then I thought of everything from this aspect. So with that, I arrived at my conclusions." Rachel smiled awkwardly and asked, "How does Prince Charming look in real person?" "Almost the same as on television. His skin is better than I thought, and he is polite to everyone." Sigrid thought for a moment before she continued, "He's really good at acting. I saw it that day, his scenes were all filmed smoothly in one take. Besides, his lines were also very good. He doesn't ev
Rachel felt her little heart tighten. The next second, her heart began to beat rapidly. Her whole face turned red and her mind went blank. She didn't know what to say next. Cyrus was slightly stunned. Seeing her nervous and shy look, he found that her reaction was similar to those fans he had met in the past. He pursed his lips and asked, "Are you my fan?" Rachel came back to her senses and nodded wildly. She walked forward a few steps and stuttered, "Um... I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. C-Can we shake hands?." She exclaimed inwardly, "Now that I've got his autograph, it'll all be perfect once I can shake hands with him!" Rachel was swooning. Cyrus was so handsome! Even his skin looked flawless from such a close distance. He was so stunning that her legs went limp. Cyrus smiled politely and took the initiative to reach out his hand. Rachel's eyes lit up at once. When she raised her hand, all she could think of was, "My Prince Charming's ha
"Hey, are you shy?" Seeing her blush, Rachel smiled even more proudly. "All right, all right. I'll stay a little longer and might as well get a meal while I'm at it. I hope he won't be jealous, hahaha." Sigrid curled her lips. She wouldn't care if he got jealous. After all, he insisted on making her do intimate things all night long! Not only did she want to bathe together with Rachel, but she also wanted to spend the night with her! Tonight, George could just stay alone in the boudoir! At this moment, Mr. Toland sneezed. He was arranging things in the study room to prepare for the coming week so that he could get off work early to go back home and accompany his wife next week. When Sigrid was ready to go back, she took Rachel along with her and called the butler. She asked him to inform the kitchen that she would be bringing her friend back home that day. It was time to leave. Rachel was a little reluctant, but it just so happened that Cyrus had fin
Rachel frowned and thought for a moment. She said, "In principle, I have helped him before. He shouldn't hate me as much as this. And when he saw me come back with you, his reaction was even more terrible than seeing you with Edward. Did you say something to make him suspect that you are a lesbian?" Sigrid was rendered speechless, "What else can I say?" "That's true. Both of us are not lesbians. What else might we have said that caused him to misunderstand?" Rachel was a little confused at this time. "A man's heart is like a needle in a haystack. Especially your man's heart. It's really difficult to guess." Sigrid nodded in agreement, and then let Alisa go up to prepare the water. She even emphasized that they were going to take a bubble bath, so Alisa quickly went up to prepare. Rachel saw that she could no longer see Alisa's back, so she said, "There's really a lot of concealed talent here. The butler just now and this maid are martial arts practitioners."
When she thought of George tirelessly serving her at night, even when it was obvious that she didn't want him to continue, he still refused to stop. Sigrid thought that it was better not to tell Rachel, in case she got dirty again and wanted to have dirty talks with her. The two talked about Edward and Rebecca. When she heard from Sigrid that Edward tried to go rough on her a month ago, Rachel was so angry that she wanted to rush out and beat that big fool. "I'm telling you, you can't be polite to such a jerk. George was right, you shouldn't speak up for him. It's not enough to just suffer a loss of a billion dollars. If he succeeds at that time, then what are you going to do now? Getting touched by someone who is not your husband after getting married. No matter how much George loves you, he will have a problem in his heart. Isn't it obvious that he wants to ruin your marriage? This is for a lifetime!" "Moreover, he even wanted to take photos and send them out. Does
"Stop!" Rachel raised her hand to stop her from continuing. "I believe my Prince Charming will keep his body as pure as jade. Those kissing scenes will be completed by a substitute! For sure!" "Ok, it'll be by a body substitute." The two of them soaked in the bath for about fifteen minutes. After getting up to wash up, they put on pajamas. Rachel saw that there were still a few hickeys on her back after she turned around. She felt that Sigrid must not know that there were more behind her, so she naturally turned her back to her. A single girl like her felt that she was stimulated, but when she thought that she would be able to be a part of the group actors next Monday and see her Prince Charming again, she felt uplifted at once. They arrived at the guest room. For the first time, Sigrid saw what the guest room looked like. It was only a little smaller than the master bedroom, but it was still huge. Sigrid could only roughly estimate how much money George h
"Okay." Grace agreed and said, "I have something else to discuss with you." When he finally heard this sentence, Zaden knew that there must've been something going on. "What's the matter?" As they talked, they went into the lounge. Zaden also specifically told the secretaries that no one was allowed to come in and disturb him before work in the afternoon. These words made the secretaries' eyes turn red. Since he had ordered them to keep everyone out of his office while he was inside with a woman, it was hard to control their imaginations from running wild. "How's your investigation on my surrogacy?" Grace asked. Zaden had thought that Grace's patience was wearing thin, and so she had sought him out for an update on his progress. Feeling a little ashamed, he said, "I'm sorry. There hasn't been any progress so far. You know that information on surrogacy is highly secured. It won't be so easy for my subordinates to investigate it." "It's okay. You
"Stop!" Grace made a gesture and said, "I'm going to the Empire Group. Do you want to go with me?" "Oh?" Gentry was flustered for a moment and then realized that he had almost gotten himself in trouble. He quickly said goodbye. "Sorry, sorry for bothering you. It's my fault!" Grace shook her head helplessly. She went to the kitchen to bring the toiletries she had prepared for Zaden, and set off for the Empire Group. Grace took a cab, as she didn't have the nerve to ask her chauffeurs to give her a ride. This was the first time Grace had taken the initiative to go there. She didn't know whether she was going to meet Zaden or not, but the staff at the front desk had changed since the last time she had went to deliver food and she didn't know when it had happened. Hence, the new staff didn't know her at all. However, when she saw that Grace was dressed up very beautifully and elegantly, she guessed that Grace must be someone important. Naturally, she didn't d
This time, Grace took the initiative. She stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Zaden's neck, and took the initiative to plant her pink lips on his. The chaste kisses turned into lingering kisses. Zaden had always restrained himself very much. Every time he met Grace, he always felt that he was on the verge of losing control. "Well, I can't believe that you are so obedient today. Go to sleep. If you kiss me again, I might not remain chaste. You won't have a chance to sleep even if you want to," said Zaden. After going to bed, Grace took the initiative to cradle into Zaden's arms. Just like Dulcie acting like a spoiled child, Grace had also put all of her heart and soul into Zaden, like a spoiled child. The next day, there was still no sign of Zaden at breakfast in the Andrew household. "Oh? Dad's gone again..." Dulcie said regretfully. Douglas found that his sister was upset, thus he comforted her, "It doesn't matter, Dulcie. Daddy need
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
"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
"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
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
"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
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