Rachel asked, "By the way, how's your best cousin, Monica? Is she gone already? Sigrid replied, "She's gone. However, my dad felt some pity for her, so he gave her some medical fees and sent them to his other house. But, he didn't give them the house." Rachel replied, "It's better not to give it to them. Once people like this manage to extort your money, the same thing will definitely happen again. Although they are also part of your family, he has already fallen out with your father for the sake of those family properties, there is no need to care about them anymore now. It's fine as long as they don't starve to death! Sigrid answered, "I think so too. Also, Cyril and Monica are already grown-ups. The three of them are normal and healthy. They can totally work for a living." Rachel said, "I think the reason they approached your family for help was because they didn't want to work at all. Or maybe, they didn't like the kind of work that they were offered. They w
The Andrew family's house was relatively huge, so it was located in a secluded location. It was unusual to have such a large house located in the city area that only belonged to one family. This would draw many people's attention inevitably. Hence, rich people usually built their residences in a secluded and quiet place. However, it wasn't located anywhere in this kind of jungle... She remembered that the driver before had never driven past this jungle when they came out... Thus, why did they pass by here on their way back? Sigrid noticed that something was amiss. She reached out to hold Eunice's hand and secretly pointed at the door to indicate that they would immediately jump out of the car when the car slowed down. Eunice blinked her eyes to express that she understood. The car drove up a slope and slowed down. Sigrid and Eunice reached out their hands at the same time to open the door. However, they realized that the door was locked when they tried to
If the GPS system didn't work in this place, did it mean that George wouldn't be able to find her even after if he discovered that something bad had happened to her? "Then, what on earth do you want to do?" Eunice was a little taken aback. "We are innocent! My friend is a married woman. She's also very anguished for having to be liked by someone you know." "Exactly! If you are worried that he will pose too much of a threat to you, you can deal with him instead! Isn't it better to tie him up here rather than me? This would fundamentally solve the problem!" Sigrid nodded quickly. "What you said makes sense." The man nodded seriously and contemplated. After that, he laughed and said, "But I just want to kidnap you." Sigrid was speechless. "Think about it. If I succeeded in stealing you, won't the Andrew family support me instead if you end up following me?" He smiled as he approached Sigrid. Sigrid wanted to tilt her head backward, but there was no way
The people dressed in the Andrew family's bodyguard outfit got out of the car. George hurriedly got off the car when he saw that Sigrid was still untying the rope on her feet. He hurriedly helped untie it and asked, "What happened? Why are you tied up?" Sigrid said aggrievedly, "We met the pervert's brother. He is such a pervert too! He kidnapped us and left us here. He also made us watch them eat and smell the food and refused to let us eat anything. He is so stingy! I am so hungry..." George felt that the last part of her sentence was the highlight. Xavier also came with George. When he found out that his sister and Sigrid had been kidnapped together, he became so anxious. He suddenly felt a little distressed when he saw Eunice looking lethargic from starving at this moment. "Let's go and eat something first. Are you able to walk on your own? Do you want me to carry you?" "I can walk on my own. I am just scared to death because of that pervert. He
Cyrus's expression darkened as she mentioned those food names one after another. "These nicknames don't sound good," Cyrus said. Rachel thought for a moment and agreed too. It would be weird to call her son chicken wings or drumsticks when he grew up. Rachel was troubled about her son's nickname, while Sigrid's situation was no better. Sigrid returned to City A a day before Rachel was discharged from the hospital. She did not expect to see Uncle Wesley at home on this day. Cyril and Monica were nowhere to be seen. It seemed like Uncle Wesley had come on his own. Sigrid wanted to pretend as if she did not see him, but she did not expect that Uncle Wesley would greet her, "Hey, Sigrid! I heard that you went to travel. I didn't expect that you would come back soon. How have you been these past few days? Monica misses you so much. She even asked me when she could go out together with you." Sigrid's smile stiffened a little. She had rarely spoken with Mon
George's attention shifted to the other side as expected, then he said, "I have already booked a place in the hotel. Should I decorate the venue?" "Decorate it then. I want to train the children first. I want them to behave well by that time," Sigrid frowned and said. George asked curiously, "Did you celebrate your birthday when you were a child?" "How would I know?" Sigrid looked innocent. "I don't know if I've ever had a birthday party when I was a child." George couldn't help but kiss her. "You look so delicious." Sigrid did not understand why she looked delicious! She was a human being and not food! After George left for the meeting, Sigrid began to plan for the twins' birthday party. She definitely had to invite a lot of people. Besides, Oreo and Candy were only going to celebrate their first birthday once in a lifetime. Hence, it must be a big party. By that time, she would hire someone to record the whole thing. After they grew up, she c
Finally, Sigrid had understood that Candy was more acceptable towards good-looking people. And as for ugly people... she was afraid of them... If the person looked ordinary, she would have to see if the person looked fiercer or gentler overall. Monica saw Candy's reaction and curled her lips in disgust. "She is too timid. Why is she so afraid of strangers? She doesn't look like a daughter from a respectable family who is well-mannered and graceful. Sigrid, you have to teach her some manners soon, or else people will laugh at her if she goes on like this." Sigrid's expression suddenly darkened. "Thank you for your concern, but please mind your own business. You don't have to worry about my daughter's personality." Sigrid looked at her disgustedly. "Monica, you should try to stop talking nonsense too. You'll get beaten up if you talk to others like that. It won't be as easy as getting laughed at." Hearing this, Monica's cheeks suddenly flushed. She knew that
The bodyguard touched his nose awkwardly and thought to himself silently, "Monica is so ugly until she has frightened Young Madam Candy, so Young Madam Sigrid drove her out. However, she is still dissatisfied and insists that she is not ugly. Furthermore, she also claims that Young Madam Sigrid and Elizabeth are only beautiful because of their makeup, and that they look ugly without it..." From a man's point of view, the few women in front of him weren't just good-looking after putting on makeup! If this was the standard one should have to be considered good-looking, how should a girl look to be considered as very good-looking? Natasha looked at Monica thoughtfully and pulled Christin, who was getting out of the car. She asked, "What's the matter? Is your cousin blind? Doesn't she look at herself in the mirror? How could she say that the others look good because of makeup and ugly after removing it, just because she doesn't know how to do makeup? Does she really think that
"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