Sigrid nodded. "Pretty steady. He was ranked fifth in terms of popularity. I don't think he'll fall below 50th in the short term." George nodded. Since that was the case, it was not too late to inform someone and let them pay more attention to him. The votes for the competition this time would be calculated every 2 weeks. Previously, the show's first episode showed so many people where each only had a minute's worth of time to perform. The second episode broadcasted their daily routine trainings. The show would be edited according to their popularity from this episode onwards. Or maybe, if special circumstances happened during their training, that would also be included in the official program. For today's competition, the live broadcast was the third episode of the broadcast. It would also calculate the voting from the past 2 weeks. Unless the votes of the following dozens of people who ranked in the bottom advanced rapidly, Christin would not fall out
Another one commented, "Christin, I'm your fan. Do you still need a younger sister? Could I be your younger sister? Then I will also be considered the daughter of a rich and powerful family too!" "I was there live. Whenever I think of Christin singing and dancing for me on the stage, I feel so proud! The ticket was worth it!" Sigrid also felt that the ticket was worth it. After all, based on Christin's personality, he would not care about the price of a ticket. Sigrid continued to read the other comments and noticed certain bad ones. "His standard is just alright. However, it's still not enough to be in third place. It could be said that he is popular because of his appearance. He also seems to be a little heartless. Everybody else who got promoted was crying for those who got eliminated, and only you were smiling." This person must be sick. Should someone who just got upgraded cry because others were eliminated? Sigrid refreshed the page. She real
Elizabeth sent a photo. "This is mine and that idiot, Loris' DNA report." "Send over a tube of Sigrid's blood." George asked, "Are you suspecting that she and Sigrid got swapped?" Elizabeth said, "Yes." George replied, "Alright." Their conversation's content was as short as usual. In fact, this was not the first time they worked together. However, it seemed that because the two of them didn't like to talk much, their conversation was always simple. At this moment, George was pondering about this matter in the mansion. He thought it would not be easy to change the heir of the Andrew family. Thus, he never doubted Loris' identity before. Since Elizabeth had suspected it already and thinking of Loris' indirect ways of harming her recently, he thought it was worth giving a try. After all, Sigrid was indeed not Franklin's biological daughter. He had already known about this long ago. Perhaps the truth was that Sigrid's identity got
Christin gulped. "You can't be serious, you don't look alike at all!" "Yes, we don't look exactly the same, like you and Jonason do." Elizabeth frowned. She was a little confused about this too. However, based on her and Sigrid's appearance, they looked too similar to be categorised as fraternal twins. Their eyes and mouth were the same, but her nose was slightly taller than Sigrid's. In terms of their face shape, hers was slightly thinner than Sigrid's as well. Their brows and their hairstyle were different too. This meant that in terms of facial features, aside from her nose being slightly taller than Sigrid's, they were completely alike. After all, the shape of her eyebrows could be fixed, and the face could become smaller after losing weight. "The DNA reports are out, they should be accurate. I have asked Sigrid to come home next Monday. By then, I'll do another DNA test again." At the same time, she also wanted to see whether Sigrid would
Christin nodded. "With Loris' temper, if she knew that she'd get off scot-free even if she did something to Sigrid, she wouldn't have been so indirect. It's more likely that she'd just hire someone to kill Sigrid." "That's not all. I found that aside from that one time that she'd instigated some idiot to rape Sigrid, everything else she'd done was after the DNA results were out." "What? How dare she do something like that?" Christin was furious. Elizabeth was startled by his sudden shout. She laid a hand on her stomach. "Sit down! You're not allowed to shout so suddenly!" "Right, right." Remembering that Elizabeth was pregnant, Christin quickly sat down obediently and lowered his voice. "That's going overboard! She's a woman, too. How can she get someone to rape Sigrid?" Elizabeth was speechless. She'd banned him from speaking loudly, but it didn't mean that he had to speak so softly. Elizabeth said coldly, "She's not even a human, let alone a woman
Sigrid was watching seriously and was surprised when Christin made an appearance. This time, the contestants got to select their own songs. Those who needed backup dancers could look for someone else by themselves. Alternatively, they could use dancers provided by the show. However, it would definitely cost some money. After all, the backup dancers had to train with them too. Sigrid only saw a group of men in white shirts and black trousers sitting on the sofa. Only Christin had a microphone in his hand, and the rest seemed to be just supporting roles. Compared to his usual casual manner, Christin looked serious. His tall and powerful stature, coupled with his serious expression and formal clothing, made him look rather similar to Jonason. Sigrid wondered if the twins had secretly swapped their identities! If it was Jonason performing on stage, there would be quite a contrast! As Christin performed on stage, his female fans were shrieking below s
He walked towards the seat for third place and sat down. Then he turned to Elizabeth and said, "Lizzy, I'm more handsome, aren't I? Jonason is not as handsome as me!" "He is more handsome than you." Elizabeth told him the answer coldly. Christin felt like he was going to cry. The camera recorded the sibling's conversation. Sigrid watched the live broadcast and couldn't stop laughing. Sigrid checked the rankings for this time. She saw there were still no changes for the top two candidates' ranking. Although Christin ranked third, his number of votes was close to the contestant in second place. The difference in the number of votes between the two of them was only around 100. Besides, Christin's overall score was pulled down because Elizabeth always gave him a lower score. Hence, his average score was a little low. According to Christin's rising number of votes, it was likely that he would be in second place the next time. Sigrid looked at
Oreo looked at her innocently. "It seems that Oreo really doesn't know how to smile." Sigrid was a little worried. "Is there something wrong with his facial nerves?" George was silent for awhile before he said, "If that were the case, he wouldn't be able to make other expressions." For example, he was able to imitate Tianna frowning. When they arrived at the Andrew family's house, George and Sigrid brought the kids in. Sigrid carried Tianna, while George carried the twins, one in each arm. Tianna looked around her surroundings and asked, "Is Uncle Christin here?" Sigrid smiled and asked, "Why do you ask for him?" Tianna said with a smile, "Because this is his house." Sigrid was a little surprised. She had only brought Tianna here once, and it had been so long ago. Her memory was so good! "I don't know if he is at home." Sigrid saw that Tianna's face was no longer so red, and she gently touched her cheek again. Tianna said, "I
"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