Sigrid's hand that was pulling the suitcase zipper stopped. This action told Rebecca that she'd hit a sore spot. The corners of her mouth slightly raised and revealed a proud smile. Sigrid was so conservative that she couldn't stand having s*x with a man she didn't love. She didn't like George, but she had to sleep with him. It must make her very uncomfortable, and especially when they were not a legally recognized couple. Rebecca thought that she was getting to her but Sigrid said, "We've already got the marriage license. Before you called us to have a meal, we'd already gotten it." 'What?' Rebecca's eyes widened. She could not believe that they had acted so quickly. 'This little b*tch would never think of getting a marriage license with George. After all, in such a short period of time, she couldn't have forgotten Edward so quickly and be scheming to get George's property. It was absolutely George's idea.' Rebecca told herself. 'It must be George w
Edward's and Rebecca's faces turned livid when they heard that. One was the man that Rebecca had seduced many times and failed to hook up with, and the other was the woman Edward wanted to sleep with but he never made it. These words really made them uncomfortable! Seeing that they were pissed off by her words, she was quite glad and said, "I'll go and see if Dad has finished talking with George. You guys two can talk." As she spoke, she walked around Edward and tried to keep a distance from him. She did not even touch a corner of his clothes. In the study, Franklin had a mixed feeling. As soon as he'd entered the study, before he could open his mouth, he heard George stated that he liked Sigrid. Thinking of the fact that he had attached great importance to Rebecca and ignored Sigrid over the past three years, Franklin felt a little regret that he had not fulfilled his duty as a father. If Sigrid spoke ill of him in front of George, then how wo
Edward's eyes fell directly on Sigrid, and there was still a faint sadness in his eyes. If you weren't an insider, you might have thought that Sigrid was a b*tch who had betrayed him, and that he could only watch his beloved ex-girlfriend fall into the arms of other men. Being looked at that way made Sigrid feel uncomfortable all over, so she leaned closer to George. Edward noticed this subtle movement, and a fit of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes. The next second, he noticed that the air pressure around him was falling rapidly. Looking to one side, he saw that the man who was holding Sigrid was staring at him, George's eyes as deep as a cold pond. When one met that stare, it made people feel a certain invisible pressure. Edward frowned and could only look away. Then George ignored him, put his arm around Sigrid tighter, brushed past the two 'malodorous' people, and went into the living room. "Are you very afraid of him?" Rebecca turned to look at
Sigrid didn't dare to think about it anymore. She wanted to change to a cup of juice, but Rebecca told the servant to take away the juice, which cut off her chance to have any. She felt that it was really unfair. She couldn't drink what she wanted. Looking at the situation, it would take at least two hours to finish the meal. In the next half an hour, no matter how Franklin persuaded George to drink, George never touched a drop of wine, which made Sigrid think that maybe his capacity for drinking was worse than hers, and that's why he wasn't touching the wine. Edward and Rebecca looked at each other, and then Edward whispered something in Rebecca's ear. The six people were sitting around the small table. When Sigrid turned her head, she could see that the two of them were intimately together, and she could also hear Rebecca's occasional coquetry. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she lowered her head to eat. The two people became more and m
After drinking a few glasses in a row, Franklin and Edward were both drunk, but George remained collected. When they all stood up after the meal, Kama quickly said, "Sigrid is probably drunk now. Why don't you all stay here tonight?" George nodded and then strode toward the room where Sigrid was. When the door was opened, her familiar faint fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed over him. Then, she threw her delicate body into his arms. He instinctively held her up with his arms to prevent her from falling down. Sigrid blushed and said in a delicate voice, "Give me a glass of wine. I can drink five bottles of wine!" George frowned and held Sigrid in his arms tightly. Before walking in, he closed the door and locked it. He held her in his arms and was about to go in, but was stopped by her. After getting drunk, she had no scruples, and she had unusual strength. For fear of hurting her, George did not dare to exert all his strength and
The expression on his face was very serious, as if he were considering a very serious collaboration and that any mistake would cause tens of millions in losses. His slender fingers moved behind her for a long time, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and then, defeated, he moved around behind her. He didn't seem to know how to take off her clothes! This close-fitting clothing seemed to have a unique structure and needed to be studied by him. "Stupid, can't you take off my underwear!" she muttered in a low voice as if she was disgusted. But she was heard by George and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. ...... Sigrid pointed to the bathroom. "There, carry me in and help me to take a bath. You must scrub me from head to toe! Don't leave any place untouched. I won't pay if I'm not scrubbed clean!" "Okay," he obliged. He must help her bathe from head to toe. Sigrid was very ill-behaved when she was drunk. When she was lying in the bathtu
Sigrid seemed to hear her own heart beating violently. She was clearly nervous. If George wasn't wearing underwear... 'No, no, I don't want to think about it!' she said to herself. When her hand was about to reach the private part of his anatomy, a big hand stopped her. She was startled. Sigrid looked up and met the man's burning eyes. Unlike his sleepy eyes when he'd woken up the last time, today they were intense enough to melt ice. They were like the eyes of a hungry beast eyeing its delicious prey. Sigrid swallowed. "You're awake." "Yes." His voice was hoarse and sexy. At the sound of just this one word, Sigrid blushed. For some reason, some shameful images sprang into her mind. She wanted to pull back her hand as if nothing had happened, but he wouldn't let it go. He kept pressing her hand onto his abdominal muscles, not letting her move it up or down, nor letting her pull it away. Sigrid was about to start crying her eyes out. 'I kn
With a red face, she held the quilt closer to herself with one hand while trying to get her underwear with the other, but he quickly evaded her. "Give them back to me!" Sigrid did not dare to speak loudly. She could only look at him with dissatisfaction on her red face. George raised his eyebrows. "Why should I do that?" "Those are my underwear! Not yours! Of course, you have to give them to me!" She bit her lip and stared at him fiercely, but she didn't know that in George's view, her eyes were saying either "Please ravage me" or "I'm seducing you"... "These are yours?" He acted puzzled and with his other hand reached out, unfolded the small piece of clothing he was holding, and carefully inspected it. 'Mom, there's a pervert in here!' she shouted in her heart! "Give them back to me if you are done looking!" She was so angry that she rushed over to grab them, but she'd used so much force that she ended up falling on top of him. She managed to
"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