What a perfect plan! If Sigrid's entire corpse was cremated, it would not leave behind any trace of her DNA. Loris' heart rate was gradually going up. As long as the next abduction was successful, Sigrid would disappear from this world instantly. Then Loris would not need to worry about her identity being discovered again in the future. She just had to make sure the next abduction was a success. Two days later, George sat in the study, listening to the police's investigation report and comparing it with his own findings. He found that he had more information than the police did, and this annoyed the hell out of him. Instead of suspecting Rebecca, the police focused on the ladies being sold off by the human trafficker. They had focused on a completely different point. At first, George suspected that it was Rebecca, but later he found that the Vincent family seemed to have no idea about the disappearance of Sigrid. After the wedding day, George had secretl
Besides, the people with power would have more advantages than those without. Most people with status and influence would have all the bargaining chips in their hands while ordinary netizens could only flatter those who had the upper hands. Most people whom Sigrid came into contact had some kind of status or money; Loris was one of them. If she really wanted to kill her... Sigrid suddenly felt as though a cold knife was on her neck. Sigrid touched her neck and said, "If I die, you are not allowed to marry again immediately. At the very least you have to wait for another three years before marrying another woman!" George patted her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense." "I'm serious!" Sigrid turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and closed the gap between them. "Do you want to get married immediately after my death?" "Even if I were to, I don't think I can find someone I love again." George kissed her and added, "She has to look better than you an
Rachel replied, "My agent said that after this event along with the release of my next movie, I may have my very first fan base. Although it might not be a lot, I still can't help feeling excited!" "Haha, his goal is for you not to make things difficult for him during the wedding." Sigrid tittered looking at the screen. "No problem! I will never make things difficult for you! Tell him to prepare a huge gift for me. I'll come up with the bridal games but if any of the bride or bridesmaids don't want to take part, they can just bribe me and I'll let them pass!" Sigrid responded "Ok!" Sigrid then added, "After the wedding, let's distribute the money among us!" "Never!" Rachel immediately replied. Sigrid was speechless. George read their entire conversation and felt that she was more adorable than usual. "Are you short of cash?" "Will anyone say no to money?" Sigrid turned her head and kissed him on the cheek. "Even if I can't spend all the money
She only remembered it when she went downstairs to have breakfast. The reason for saving him as 'Dummy George' on her phone was because she had used to think that he was a playboy who would sleep with just anyone. Back then, she hadn't known that George was in love with her. However, she was currently aware that he had actually been in love with her. Did that mean that the 'Dummy George' was no longer valid? After breakfast, George took Sigrid back to the study. They sat face to face with a desk between them. It was in contrast to how they were the previous day, when she sat on his lap. Apparently, they were about to have a serious conversation! Sigrid lowered her head and tried to shrink into her shadow. However, George was tapping on the desk rhythmically. It undeniably made her feel pressured. Sigrid pursed her lips. George looked terrifying when he acted that way. She was afraid that the longer she remained silent, the more furious he would get. And when
Rachel then continued, "This will actually benefit both Elizabeth and me. However, you won't really get anything out of this. After all, you are married to George; you don't really lack anything. But according to the production team, the ghosts in this show are quite realistic!" Sigrid replied, "Fret not, for my beauty will repel all ghosts that come to harm you!" "Really?" Rachel was skeptical. "Yes!" Sigrid was guffawing in her bed. "Then will you come?" asked Rachel. "How many days will I have to be there? What if I perform poorly? Will I be scolded?" Sigrid couldn't help bombarding a series of questions at Rachel. "Probably not. However, because you and Elizabeth look alike, others might be envious of how much you look like Elizabeth. If you consider the filming duration for an entire episode plus the time it takes to get there, it should take roughly three days," Rachel explained truthfully. After moments of hesitation, Sigrid finally ag
"I heard that this can ward off spirits. I don't know if it's true. Anyway, you should also bring some with you. It won't be good if there really are some spirits during the filming. Before the show starts, will the crew do a body search?" Rachel thought for a while and said, "I think they most likely would." Sigrid scratched her head. She decided to hide them in the places untouchable during a body search. After all, she had prepared special clothing just for that purpose. There, for the next ten minutes, Rachel watched as Sigrid hid all of her 'gears'. Rachel was utterly dumbfounded. After Sigrid stuffed the things in her pants, she finally laid on the bed to take a nap. At that moment, the melatonin finally kicked in. Drowsiness engulfed her and she immediately fell asleep. They had slept until five in the afternoon. Then, the staff member knocked on the door, informing them that they would have to gather at half-past five. Hence, it was
After the two finished their meals, Martin took a looked at the time and said, "Okay, let's begin." They all came to the filming spot and the assistant took out a small box, saying, "You all have to draw cards to be grouped." Although Sigrid already knew who she was going to be grouped with, she was aware that they had to design a fake drawing system to group them up in order to make the show more realistic. So, how were they going to draw the cards? If the draw was different from the expected one, were they going to start filming all over again? While Sigrid was still puzzling over that, it was her turn to draw from the box. She reached her hand into the box and found that there was only one piece of paper inside. When she took it out, it was revealed that she was in the third group. Elizabeth was also in the third group. It seemed like they had prepared all of that in advance. There must be some mechanism in the box that only allowed one card to b
Elizabeth wanted to bring her long-lost assistant back and kick him in the nuts! "This is my son." Agnes pointed to the daguerreotype. Then, she wiped her tears as she wept, "My boy, you'd died a miserable death! I have finally found you a wife. If you like her, show yourself!" Sigrid and Elizabeth were both at a loss for words. Just a few moments after Agnes spoke, all the lights in the room dimmed. Following that, a gust of chill air breezed through the room. Sigrid shivered. She leaned towards Elizabeth but realized that there was no one beside her! Sigrid was so frightened that she was about to burst out crying. Had she really encountered a ghost? Perhaps the ghost had caused her to hallucinate! While she was still trembling in fear, Agnes's voice echoed in the room, "From today onwards, you are my son's wife. Sign this certificate and your marriage will be sealed right away!" At that moment, a tiny lightbulb lit up. Under the cast of its
"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