Mrs. Willow had not anticipated that her trip to Vegas would result in such positive outcomes, and she was in high spirits as she asserted, "Since we've reached an agreement, we should head back immediately."Valentine Anderson, however, shook his head and countered, "There's no need to rush. I need to check on my mother and sister first. I need to know how they're doing."He had been out of touch since waking from coma and had no idea how much time had passed or the state of his family's well-being. The thought troubled him deeply.Pausing for a moment, Mrs. Willow finally said, "It's okay if you want to see them, but you mustn't let on who you really are."The notion of being near his mother and sister while pretending to be a stranger pained Valentine. It felt unnatural, disquieting."It's for the best, Valentine. Once you're stronger, you can reveal your identity to everyone. Then this little discomfort will seem insignificant," Mrs. Willow added, her voice laced with concern. She
Mrs. Willow didn't attempt to dissuade Valentine Anderson from visiting his sister; she understood his aversion to assuming another's identity."If that's your wish, I'll instruct my informant to track your sister's whereabouts. We can arrange a meeting before our departure." With her piece said, Mrs. Willow rose and strode from the room to the balcony, gazing contemplatively at the sky.Lost in thought, Valentine Anderson was jolted by a sudden realization, prompting him to tighten his grip into clenched fists.Lifting his gaze, he noticed Margaret Willow's absence, unaware of when she had left. He made his way to the balcony to join her."Tell me about Pascal Willow," he said, taking a deep breath.Margaret turned with a smile, her curiosity piqued. "Have you decided, then?"Valentine responded, "Not yet. Before I consider your proposition, I must know who I'm expected to become. It's unreasonable to step into the shoes of someone I know nothing about."Mrs. Willow paused, reflectin
Valentine Anderson's furious retort echoed through the busy supermarket, "Why do you want to replace me when I am still alive?"Mrs. Anderson and Benita, caught in the middle of their shocked reactions, turned to face him. The man who stood before them is Valentine Anderson, but he bore no resemblance to the Valentine they knew.The shock on Benita and Mrs. Anderson’s faces was palpable, deepening even more for Mrs. Anderson who recognized the face as the visitor from the previous night.Margret Willow swiftly moved to Valentine Anderson's side, his expression one of deep gloom. "Mrs. Anderson, we meet again," she greeted, a smile playing on her lips.The spell of surprise was broken. Benita found her voice first. "Hello, sir. Do you know my brother? Do you know where he is? Is he alive?" she asked, her voice laced with anxiety.Before the visibly angry Valentine Anderson could utter a word, Margret Willow interjected, "Your brother and my husband were as close as brothers. We refuse
Mrs. Willow's expression turned grave upon receiving the news, but her demeanor remained poised. Without a hint of panic, she issued her instructions, "I will be on my way. Delay the board members from convening; tell our allies to push the meeting back by twenty minutes.""Consider it done, Mrs. Willow," came the assured reply from her personal assistant on the other end of the line.After ending the call, Mrs. Willow faced Valentine Anderson. "We must head back as soon as possible."Valentine Anderson had not intended to listen in on her conversation, but the caller's voice had boomed so loudly that it had been impossible to ignore from where he sat.Recognizing the urgency, Valentine wasted no time. Together, they quickly checked out of the hotel room and secured their departure by booking the earliest flight. En route to the airport, Valentine gave one last look back at the cityscape of Vegas, unsure of when he might return.His hands balled into fists, a fierce resolve etched on
As Andrea stared blankly she fell silent with her phone clasped in her hand, she was too submerged in a whirlwind of thoughts to acknowledge Tony's inquiries."Andrea, are you there?" Tony's voice, laced with concern, broke through the speaker.Jolted back to reality, Andrea replied hastily, "Yes, where is he, Tony?""We need to meet. Where are you?" Tony pressed, sidestepping her question."At home, come over," Andrea said, her voice a mix of urgency and confusion.With a sharp click, Tony ended the call. Left alone, Andrea perched on the edge of her bed, her expression one of bewilderment. The man she met a few days ago who looks nothing like Valentine Anderson at her gate—could it really be Valentine Anderson? She doubted it; the Valentine she knew would have reacted strongly when she saw her with Lucas because she was sure Valentine Anderson was an emotional man.Engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't notice Housekeeper Win's gentle knock. It was only when Win entered the room, co
As Andrea processed Tony's suggestion, her body slumped weakly into the chair. The prospect of meeting Valentine Anderson stirred a whirlwind of apprehension within her, even though a part of her longed for the encounter."I get it, Andrea, you're scared," Tony said, reading the hesitation in her posture. "But you've got to tell him everything. There's no wrongdoing on your part, no reason for guilt. Don't shy away from meeting him; he'll understand why you had to bring Lucas Anderson back."Andrea responded only with silence, the weight of the decision to meet Valentine or not pressing heavily upon her."Andrea..." Tony's voice was gentle, prompting her to voice her thoughts.With a rueful sigh, Andrea admitted, "Tony, I can't pinpoint when I'll be ready to see him."Tony's face lit up with a hopeful smile as he pressed, "Why don't we set a date then?"But Andrea, not ready to commit, waved off the suggestion. "Let's not rush this."Although reluctant, Tony nodded in agreement; his e
Andrea fell into a deep thought; she didn't know if her hesitation to meet Valentine Anderson was because she was afraid of being misunderstood or unwilling to let go of Lucas."Andrea," Agatha's voice broke through her reverie as she failed to respond to her earlier inquiry.Shaking off her introspection, Andrea turned to Agatha and declared, "Agatha, I haven't fallen for Lucas. I will go and meet Valentine. I entrust the company to you in my absence."With that, Andrea rose from her seat and swiftly departed, leaving Agatha in stunned silence.As Andrea exited her office and closed the door behind her, a somber expression clouded her face. At the far end of the corridor, Tony emerged from the exclusive elevator, making his way towards Andrea's office.When their gazes locked, Andrea's facial expression remained inscrutable. Tony approached her cautiously, then spoke apologetically as he drew near, "Andrea, I'm sorry I asked Agatha to speak with you.""It's irrelevant. We're leaving
Housekeeper Win, her face weary with sleep, was jolted awake by the unexpected sight of Tony in the living-room. Glancing at the clock and noting it was just 5 A.M., her worry creased her forehead and she asked with an anxious tone, "Tony, is everything alright?"Tony offered a shake of his head in reassurance and replied, "Yeah, Andrea and I are heading out to Cardiff today."Housekeeper Win's speech faltered as relief washed over her. She had braced herself for a dire emergency, not a mere journey.Cautiously, she ventured a guess. "Tony, are you off to Cardiff to propose to a special someone?" It was the only rationale she could muster for his pre-dawn readiness."No, there's no one like that in Cardiff for me. And please, don't mention to Andrea that I'm here. I'll wait for her to wake up," Tony said, taking Housekeeper Win aback as he settled into a chair with a nonchalant air.He flicked on the television and began to leisurely flip through the news channels, crossing his legs a
When Andrea and Valentine Anderson saw Pete holding hands with Agatha as they walked into the church, Andrea was pleasantly surprised, while Valentine Anderson was shocked.The guests whispered among themselves, trying to understand what was happening.Valentine was shocked because he knew how many men he had stationed where he had hidden Pete.Valentine's gaze fell on Lucas Anderson, whose clothes were ripped, trousers dirty, and head messy, his entire body almost covered in dust. Valentine realized who had rescued Pete, and his eyes burned with anger."Pete!" Andrea cried out in surprise and joy, tears rolling down her cheeks. She took a step forward, trying to climb down from the altar, but Valentine Anderson stretched out his arm and grabbed her, forcefully pulling her to himself. He took out a gun, holding Andrea hostage."Don't move, or she will die!" Valentine Anderson roared in rage, his eyes bloodshot. Why is it so hard to complete their wedding vows again? he thought in dism
Seeing this, Andrea was shocked and deeply disappointed. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as tears streamed down her face. Her lips trembled as she asked in disbelief, "Val, you—"She didn't know what to say, feeling suffocated as the air in the room seemed to press down on her. She shut her eyes in pain, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks."Andrea, if you want Pete to stay alive, marry me tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting for you at the church. If you fail to show up, don’t blame me for being ruthless." With that, Valentine Anderson turned on his heel and strode out of the room.Andrea collapsed to the floor, bursting into tears. She couldn't believe that Valentine doubted her. After years of marriage and knowing him, his lack of trust broke her heart.The door creaked open, and Agatha walked in to see Andrea on the floor. She immediately rushed over. "Andrea, get up. We will definitely find Pete and bring him back to you."Andrea shook her head, sobbing dejectedly. "I
Lucas frowned; he hadn't expected Tony to scold him so furiously."Has he been knocked silly by the kick just now?" Lucas pondered.While mulling it over, he retorted coldly, "You've gone insane."After speaking, he turned to re-enter the house, but Tony stubbornly said, "I won't leave until you explain how you are Pete's father."Lucas was irritated by Tony's words, his eyebrows furrowing with impatience. He glared coldly and replied, "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. You’re probably drunk or drugged; that's why you're spouting this nonsense."Lucas didn't take Tony's accusation to heart at all. To him, it was utterly nonsensical and unreasonable.Gritting his teeth with clenched fists, Tony took a step forward, but he didn't rush to attack. He wasn't a masochist and feared another vicious kick from Lucas, whose martial arts skills were too good for him to compete with.Sneering, Tony cursed unhappily, "I'm not drunk. It's you and your family who are drunk and on drugs.
Tony suggested, "Andrea, why don't we go to the hospital and get the results? That might be better."After thinking it over, Andrea agreed. They left the Presidential Hotel and drove to the hospital. When they arrived, Andrea's doctor, Doctor Kone, was already in his office waiting for them."Mrs. Singers, I thought you might not need the DNA test results, but just in case, I kept them safe. Here they are," Doctor Kone said, extending an envelope towards her.With trembling hands, Andrea took it. Nervous, she forgot to thank Doctor Kone and immediately pulled the DNA test slip from the envelope.As she read the paper, her pupils dilated in disbelief. She looked at Doctor Kone, stunned. "Doctor Kone, does this mean they have a father-son relationship?"While Andrea was knowledgeable about the data, nothing seemed to make sense to her.Doctor Kone, who had supervised the test, was aware of the final result. Without hesitation, he confirmed, "Yes, they are father and son."Tony, sitting
Agatha fell silent, pondering over Andrea's words. After a moment of consideration, she asked tentatively, "Andrea, do you want to marry him?"Andrea remained silent for a full minute, seriously contemplating the question. Finally, she shook her head resolutely. "I don't want to."Agatha nodded seriously and began to advise, "If you don't—"Just then, Andrea's secretary opened the door, interrupting their conversation. Both women turned their heads toward her.Realizing her mistake, the secretary quickly spoke up. "Ma'am Andrea, your husband is here to see you, and he sounded very urgent."Andrea was surprised to hear that Valentine had come to the company, as Lucas had never visited while they were living together as husband and wife.Agatha urged Andrea, "Go ahead, I'll finalize what we discussed."Andrea nodded, stood up, and followed her secretary. She saw Valentine sitting in the waiting lounge, his palms covered in bandages. When he saw her, he sprang to his feet, smiling sweetl
Housekeeper Win was taken aback by Tony's sudden anger towards Valentine Anderson, whom he had been promoting. Curious, she asked, "What did Sir Anderson say that made you so angry?"Tony roughly let go of his grip on Valentine, causing him to lose his footing and struggle to stand."Mrs. Win, I will be on my way," Tony replied unhappily, turning around and walking away without looking back.Valentine struggled to his feet. Despite his vision playing tricks on him, he managed to stand and slowly began climbing the staircase. Although Housekeeper Win wanted to help, she was worried about upsetting Valentine further, so she watched helplessly as it took him thirty minutes to climb the staircase.As Valentine staggered towards the bedroom, she sighed ruefully and shook her head in pity, convinced that Andrea had made a poor choice in Valentine.Valentine barged into the bedroom, surprising Andrea, who was sitting on the bed, shocked by his appearance. They had known each other since chil
Valentine Anderson drove directly to the hospital, having already called his personal doctor. Arriving, Doctor Steve was taken aback to see that the man who had just spoken to him on the phone looked different from the Valentine Anderson he remembered."It's me, Steve. I need your help," Valentine said as he noticed Doctor Steve staring at him in silence.Though Doctor Steve was quiet, his mind was racing. He knew Valentine had been a bomb victim, and recent news reports had mentioned him, though Steve had dismissed them as baseless rumors. Now, seeing Valentine looking exactly like the deceased Pascal Willow, he couldn't deny the reality anymore."Let's go to my office," Doctor Steve finally said, snapping out of his thoughts and quickly making a decision.They walked into the office together and sat down, facing each other. "I need you to do a DNA test," Valentine said immediately, impatience clear in his voice. He had no time for small talk or reminiscing; he needed answers about
Since it was revealed that the man who had been posing as Pascal Willow was actually Valentine Anderson from Vegas City. Following this revelation, members of the Willow family have been causing disturbances at the mansion. In response, Margaret Willow has significantly bolstered the security measures.Now, more than twenty checkpoints are set up at the gate, each manned by over fifty armed personnel. The imposing security setup even managed to intimidate Valentine Anderson, who was visibly furious.Valentine Anderson took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and nervously strode forward. To his surprise, he wasn't stopped as he walked into the mansion. He entered through the gate and proceeded straight to the house without being questioned or halted midway.The Willow family's butler was already at the door to welcome him. The middle-aged man smiled kindly at Valentine and said warmly, "Sir Pascal, madam has been expecting you. She is in her study room waiting for you."Valenti
The more Valentine Anderson stared intently at his phone screen, the tighter his grip on the device became. The DNA test analysis at the end revealed he shared only 25% of his DNA with Pete, indicating that he was Pete's uncle rather than his father."Impossible!" he bellowed, startling Housekeeper Win, whose pen slipped and drew a line across the paper she was writing on.Smoke seemed to billow from Valentine's ears as the vein on his forehead bulged with anger. He shoved the phone into his pocket, yanked off his apron, and stormed out of the kitchen, his expression dark.Housekeeper Win was so frightened that she opened her mouth several times to ask what was wrong but couldn't utter a word. Anxious and afraid he might head to Pete or Andrea's room to hurt one of them, she quickly followed him.But her fears were unfounded. Valentine Anderson walked out of the house, got into his car, and drove away from the Singer Mansion into the dark night.Relieved but curious, Housekeeper Win t