Rachel's skills were too lousy. Although Cyrus deliberately delayed her for a long time, they still ended one round of the game in a jiffy. On the other hand, Lucas and Elizabeth were of the same level of strength. Thus, their winnings were quite equal. Lucas looked at Elizabeth, who only had her inner-wear and singlet on her upper-body, and a pair of trousers on her lower body. He didn't know what she was wearing inside. When he glanced at the only clothes left on his lower body, an unmitigated feeling of defeat billowed inside him. Their winnings were equal, but Elizabeth had more clothes on... For the following next few rounds, he had to put on his clothes when he won, and take off if he lost. He had been doing this back and forth for a while. After six rounds of this, Elizabeth said in disdain, "How long do you plan on dilly-dallying like this? When are you going to strip naked?" What the hell? Did she want to see him naked? Lucas wondered.
Natasha got out of his embrace and said, "You should be more of a gentleman and don't be so calculative with women. Just put your clothes back on and we'll start all over again!" Seeing how insistent she was, Christin quickly put his clothes on and said, "This time, winning one round counts as a win, let's not do that three rounds things anymore. You're not allowed to cheat anymore, I'll record it with my phone." Natasha immediately behaved well after his warning. Then Christin guffawed and said. "I knew it. You are weak at this! You keep losing when you can't cheat anymore!" Christin nearly died from laughter after Natasha lost four rounds consecutively. Natasha flushed with anger when he jeered that she was weak! She was boiling with anger! After that, she said to him, "Let's continue with the game! I don't believe that I will keep losing!" Grudgingly, she took over the cards and shuffled them quickly. They continued playing for a while more.
Nevertheless, even when she didn't say anything, Sharon had already construed her proud look from a while ago as showing off her wealth. Sharon gritted her teeth secretly while recalling the wedding ceremony from last week. The envy, jealousy, and resentment weren't fully out of her system yet. After she went back that night, she couldn't sleep at all because jealousy was plaguing her. For both Hannah and Sharon, their family's financial situation had always been quite decent. After all, it was quite rare for families with difficult financial conditions to grant their children the liberty to choose art majors. Mainly because it was expensive for a child to major in arts. After so many years, her family had already spent a huge fortune to support her dancing. She had also been able to prove herself when she was admitted into University A. It was an affirmation for her to be able to be hired by this dance academy. But her family had indeed invested so much money
James sprung to his feet when he heard his voice. He said, "I was waiting for Madam at the school gate to pick her up. However, she didn't come out even ten minutes after her usual time and didn't answer her phone. Thus, I used the GPS to find Madam. When I found her, she was bleeding profusely and unconscious." It was presumed that Sigrid had most probably lost consciousness for about fifteen minutes before she was discovered. That was because she was ten minutes late and it had taken James some time to locate her. In addition, it was peak hour at that time. Even if the road was not jammed, it would've still used up a lot of time to reach the hospital. George was anxiously waiting at the door of the operation theatre. He said to James, "Get someone to investigate what happened. I'll handle things here." Why had she fallen down the stairs for no reason? There were elevators in the academy, why had she taken the stairs? To lose weight? That was impossible,
"What did you call me?" George asked with a frown, a cold glint in his eyes. Sigrid flinched, startled by the look in his eyes. She couldn't help but pull the quilt up as a shield. Then she replied, "Brother-in-law..." George's face was terrifyingly dark. The strange feeling he had got a while ago was not his illusion! This girl looked at him with the same gaze as back then! "Sigrid Vincent, I'll give you another chance. What did you just call me?" Sigrid was trembling at his cold tone. She'd always referred to him as her brother-in-law. Why was he acting so mad and being so fierce? Sigrid didn't know what she'd done wrong. Thus, she looked tremulously at him and ventured, "Brother-in-law... or Mr. Toland?" Being rankled by her, George felt that he was going to suffer from a heart attack even if he was completely healthy. Then he asked, "Which year are you in university? What month is it at the moment?" Sigrid was taken aback for a moment befor
"There's no need for that." After that, Sigrid stuffed herself into the quilt. She did not know what else to say. Looking at her reaction, George knew that she couldn't accept it. Since she'd forgotten about everything that had happened these past six months, not only had she forgotten about him, she'd also forgotten all about the Andrew family. If Vallerie knew about this, she would be really despondent. George pursed his lips and began to text Rachel. It was already night-time when Rachel arrived at the hospital. When George saw her coming in, he stood up and said, "You guys should have a good talk." The current Sigrid wasn't in love with him and was on the defense when facing him. She probably wouldn't listen to what he said, so it was better for him to let Rachel handle the matter. Sigrid looked at Rachel and found that her hair was longer now. This made her feel a little uncomfortable inside. Seeing that George had left the war
George almost let out an exasperated laugh at her reaction. He'd never seen her recoil from his touch like that before. Sigrid looked at him in fear and said, "George...if you have something to say, please do it nicely. A man of honor reasons things out and does not resort to using force!" George said solemnly, "How about you put down your phone, then? Let's talk things through nicely." Sigrid nodded and turned off the video on the phone. She adjusted her position to a dogeza, minus the bowing part. Her posture was straight, her hands politely placed on her thighs. She looked reserved, dignified and elegant. And also very well-behaved! He said, "You still need to be under observation for another three days at most. After that, we'll go back together. Don't even expect to return to the Vincent family or to go out and live on your own. You have to come back and live with me." George thought that his words were implicit, but with an unequivocal hint to
However, if he didn't hold her in his arms, he felt uncomfortable all over! The next morning when Sigrid woke up, she was relieved to see that her clothes were still intact. She was rather baffled to see there were faint dark circles under George's eyes. After she pondered for a long time, she ascribed the reason to him being unaccustomed to spending a night on a hospital bed. Before she ate her breakfast, Sigrid had her blood drawn and her excrements collected for a medical checkup. After she polished off her breakfast, there were a series of examinations awaiting her. The day before, she'd mentioned doing a medical checkup, and George had really arranged for someone to get it done the very next day. She was fully examined from head to toe. Although she was prioritized, it still took her a lot of time to wrap up the examinations. After Sigrid finished them, she lay down directly on the bed. She counted in her head and realized that it wa
"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