Rachel had locked the door when she left the guest room. She must have known that George was dissatisfied, so she used this method to send Sigrid back to the master bedroom to sleep. Sigrid got under the blanket. When she was about to close her eyes and take a rest, the blanket on her body was gently lifted. The next second, she fell into a familiar embrace, and a hot kiss fell on her, one after another. Sigrid was stiff all over. She opened her eyes and saw him enthusiastically kiss her neck. Thinking of the hickeys on herself, she was a little angry and said, "Wait, let's have a good talk." George stopped and raised his head to see her frowning, as if she was very unhappy. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it something you can't talk about later?" "We have to talk about it now!" She blushed and tried to make a serious expression. "I was so embarrassed just now when Rachel saw the hickeys on my body... You have to restrain yourself!" George frowned. "
Sigrid was speechless. What the hell! Was it too late to take back what she said just now? A hundred thousand dollars to open the door? Rachel was asking for too much! Sigrid wanted to cry. When she thought about tricking on Edward and Rebecca, she didn't think it was a big deal. Now that it was her turn to be cheated, she felt very hurt. George's money was all hers! Although he was rich, if a bridesmaid asked for a hundred thousand dollars, then how much would the total be? Last time, he'd tricked her. Although there was no bridesmaid at the wedding when she was married, it was still a wedding ceremony. The banquet was real. With the Toland family's social status, the banquet alone would cost tens of thousands per table. Not only that, wouldn't it be even more expensive to include the price of alcohol? Sigrid felt that her heart was bleeding. "How about... we don't do it?" Sigrid looked at George with confusion. George shook his head. "I have to."
Sigrid picked up a piece of meat and cut it when it was almost roasted. After confirming that the middle part was cooked, she ate half of it, sharing it with George. There was a lot of meat prepared that night, and she felt that she would be two pounds heavier after eating this meal. Seeing that she was eating with relish and there was barbecue sauce at the corner of her mouth, George raised his hand to wipe the sauce off her mouth, then stuffed his slender finger into his mouth. The taste of this sauce seemed to be better than the one on his plate. When Sigrid saw that he still hadn't forgotten how to flirt with her during dinner, she was a little embarrassed. Especially when she saw that Alisa was laughing at her from the other side. She immediately glared at George. This guy really did not care about the occasion. When he saw the sauce at the corner of her mouth, he could have told her directly. She would then just use a tissue to wipe it off, so why di
Sigrid thought for a long time and felt that she could give him something handmade. She did not tell Rachel, in case she would have another round of dirty talk with her. However, after lunch, she went back to the filming set with Rachel. Elizabeth had been right when she said that being a part of group actors was very hard with little pay, but it was also because the group actors had very few scenes. Like Rachel, who had come in the morning and afternoon, was given 50 dollars a day, but it did not include food, so she had to prepare her own meal. During this modern time, one would need to spend around 30 or 40 dollars when eating out with friends in an ordinary restaurant even after splitting the bill. Thus, earning 50 dollars a day was really not a huge source of income. After all, group actor scenes were not always available every day. Fortunately, Rachel didn't care about her income, because she only cared about her idol. As soon as the two entered, they saw
Sigrid looked down and saw that the skirt was not long enough. She said, "This one is nice. I'll wear this today. You wait for a while, and I'll put on some safety pants." She raised her head, and he looked at her face carefully. Her normally small face looked even smaller after she had cut her fringe. Her brown hair was in contrast with her skin color, which made her look like a porcelain doll because of her white skin. Her eyes looked very cute that day after having makeup applied on them. Her eyelashes were very curly, her eyes very round, and her lipstick was also pink and tender. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He felt that his wife was very charming today. How could she be so cute? Sigrid saw that he did not speak and thought that he had no objections, so she quickly went to find a pair of safety pants. She found a bag, then she put her mobile phone, a power bank, and a USB phone cable into it, and brought a small wallet with he
This escape room had a total of seven rounds. Sigrid thought, since it took them approximately ten minutes to start the second round, although the designated time was two hours, she was sure that they would make it past the seventh round. Unexpectedly, after arriving at the sixth round, they stayed for more than half an hour before passing it. Now, it had been more than ten minutes in the seventh round, and they had not been able to escape yet. The first three rounds were easy, but if you follow the plot accordingly, once you found the clues then you're deemed passed. However, you had to find the correct clues from the hidden meanings of the text over the last few rounds. In the sixth round, they caught the psychopath male student, and they were locked up in a small black house by the staff. They had to find the hidden password in the small black house before they could get out. What entrapped them even more was that the small black house had a total of five locks. Th
Sigrid didn't take George to the KTV nearby. They just sat at the small bar at the entrance of the arcade. In a narrow space, there were two small chairs, and each person had a microphone. Although it was only for one hour, she was not in a hurry. "What songs are you going to sing?" "I don't know," George answered honestly. "I don't know many." Sigrid thought about it and agreed. He was usually busy with his company's affairs, so he didn't have much time to listen to music. He probably didn't even know what recent popular songs there were. "Then I'll choose for you." Sigrid opened the song list and sat down to wait for him to sing. George frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything for a while. He listened to Sigrid's urging and said, "Don't be shy. Old songs are fine too. Even if you sing out of tune, I won't laugh at you." Mr. Toland was speechless. "You are smiling so happily now. Are you sure you are not going to make a
It was romantic to just drink a little. What was more, the glass of wine wasn't even half full. Sigrid thought for a moment and asked curiously, "When I was drunk before... What did I do to you?" In her memory, when she went back to the Vincent family with George, she was drunk. The next day, the two of them were naked. At that time, she thought that George liked men, so she was the one who molested George and took off his clothes to take advantage of him. She even felt a little guilty about it. But now she knew that George had already liked her from long time ago and also knew that the truth was a little different from what she imagined. Maybe... it was Dummy George who saw her drunk and decided to take advantage of her! Dummy George! George recalled what happened that night and felt a little hot. "You... might have thought that I am a male prostitute and wanted me to serve you and take a bath with you." Sigrid was speechless. Did she think that he was a
"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