The wedding anniversary of Andrea Singers became the hottest topic both online and offline, with discussions happening all over Vegas City. Speculation ran rampant in numerous households, with over a million people eager to uncover the truth: who did Andrea Singers marry a year ago?Despite the intense public interest, no journalist had stepped forward to satisfy the curiosity of those intrigued. The attention surrounding the wedding anniversary surpassed that of many globally recognized festivals, making it a major talking point across various platforms and communities.Today should have been jubilant in the Singer Mansion, yet the mood was somber, as if a tempest lurked on the horizon.Andrea's tension was palpable; her brows furrowed, lips pursed, she stared out the window. Lost in thought, she barely registered the gentle thumb easing the tension between her eyebrows until she looked up into Lucas Anderson's reassuring smile.His smile coaxed a breath of relief from her, and her b
As Margaret Willow's expression softened, she revealed her plans to Valentine Anderson with a sense of reassurance, "I have everything under control. Pete will be taken from the Singer's mansion tonight. For now, just enjoy yourself. There's nothing else for you to worry about."Valentine Anderson looked at Margaret Willow, his features relaxing into a look of gratitude that hadn't been there before. "Thank you, Margaret. I can't express how much it means to have your support," he said earnestly.Margaret's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she replied, her voice thick with emotion, "You're my husband, Pascal. Supporting you is what I'm here for."She expertly loosened his tie before straightening it, giving his suit a final once-over. Stepping back, she appraised him with a fond smile and declared, "Handsome."Valentine glanced at his own reflection in the mirror, and a cold, calculated smile spread across his face.The bedroom door swung open, and a woman clad in an exquisite dinn
Valentine Anderson's discomfort was palpable as he felt the weight of stares upon him. In a bid to ease his unease, he snatched a glass of wine from a passing waiter and downed it in one go.After Mrs. Anderson finished her speech and stepped down from the podium, a song started playing in the background. "We now invite the husband and wife to open the dance floor," echoed through the room.Andrea and Lucas exchanged a glance that spoke of deep love before joining hands and moving towards the dance floor.Witnessing the scene, Valentine's grip tightened, his fingernails digging into his palm. His face twisted into a scowl, the flames of jealousy consuming him. With a concerted effort, he wrenched his gaze away and approached Benita, who was chatting animatedly with her friends."Benny, why are you letting Lucas dance with Andrea when you know he's not really Valentine?" he blurted out, the words escaping him before he could rein them in.Benita and her friends turned to face Valentine
Valentine Anderson stood amidst the flurry of whispers in the hall, the piercing gazes of the guests upon him, and the relentless clicking of journalist cameras. This was the last place he wanted to be—the center of unwanted attention. His fists clenched at his sides; Andrea's public revelation of his identity was unexpected, and her timing in front of this crowd was less than ideal."Val, am I right?" Valentine heard her say, as he cast an unhappy glance her way.Valentine surveyed the gathering, his eyes darting between the guests and the active cameras. The realization that they were being live-streamed was unmistakable.Valentine's thoughts were a jumble as he recalled Margret Willow's kindness. Torn between the urge to reveal his true identity and the desire to maintain his anonymity, he finally made a decision.Taking a deep breath, Valentine raised his voice in response. "Mrs. Singers, one should be careful with their words. Everyone in Vegas City knows that you married Lucas A
As Andrea caught sight of the unfolding scene, panic took hold and she sprinted into the house, her expression lined with worry and her demeanor exuding extreme nervousness.Valentine Anderson's jaw tensed as he hunched forward, frantically calling Anne Gate, only to be met with her switched-off phone. In desperation, he tried Margret Willow's number, but was greeted with the same unsettling silence.Sweat soaked through his shirt at his back, his features twisted in anxiety. The horrifying thought that he had orchestrated his own son's disappearance sent shivers coursing through him.Andrea emerged from the house, her voice piercing the air with a scream, "What did you do to my son?" She was the picture of frustration and anxiety, her eyes blazing as she confronted Valentine, tears streaming down her clenched face.Just then, Mrs. Anderson, Lucas Anderson, Benita with Tony, and a few others arrived, only to witness Andrea's rage directed at a visibly shaken Valentine."Andrea, I am s
As Lucas Anderson turned his back on everyone, walking resolutely toward the gate, a sharp pang struck Andrea's heart, igniting a sudden wave of panic within her. She called out, her voice laced with anxiety, "Lucas!"But Lucas Anderson did not pause, nor did he look back. Andrea's instinct was to chase after him, to urge him to stay, but her motion was abruptly halted as her hand was seized. "Why do you want to stop him, Andrea? Let him go. His presence is unnecessary," Lucas Anderson declared, his voice icy, an unmistakable tone of anger shading his features.Struggling against the grip, Andrea tried in vain to free herself. "Let go of me, let go of me!" she pleaded, her anxiety rising to a crescendo.Valentine Anderson's face contorted further, jealousy seething through him as he bellowed, "Andrea, have you fallen for him? Do you love my brother?"The question struck Andrea like a bolt, leaving her speechless, her mind grappling to process the situation. Mrs. Anderson and Benita st
When the sweat-drenched man laid eyes on Valentine Anderson, who was tied to a chair, he made his way over to Margret Willow. She appeared displeased by his abrupt arrival, intending to keep Valentine Anderson unaware of the situation.Leaning in close to her ear, he began to murmur words too faint to be heard.Valentine bound to a chair, it didn't stop him from straining his ears to catch a snippet of the exchange.Margret Willow's expression was a cascade of emotions: annoyance, confusion, shock, and then, unmistakably, fear. Valentine's curiosity shifted into overdrive, his mind racing with possibilities of what could evoke such a reaction.Margret's gaze softened with pity as she turned to Valentine, her words chilling. "You'll regret the day you made this choice. Go back to Vegas City."Valentine's fury, stoked by the restraints and Margret's scornful look, erupted. "You're the one who'll regret this! I swear I'll shatter Willow Group and you along with it!"His eyes blazed with
Mrs. Anderson was well aware of her son's sensitive nature. Ever since Valentine was a child, he had exhibited a strong emotional temperament, often leaning towards jealousy. So, she could empathize with the turmoil he was experiencing.Having just returned from what she believed was a mission to rescue Pete, Mrs. Anderson sought to soothe her son. "You've just got back. Have you eaten or taken a shower? I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare something you like," she offered, hoping to calm him.Valentine's brow furrowed in confusion at her words. He had been under the impression that they were the ones saved by someone else. "Mom, are you saying Andrea wasn't involved in Pete's return?" he asked, seeking clarity.Surprised by the question but quick to deduce that perhaps assistance from another had been instrumental in Pete's return, Mrs. Anderson chose not to delve into the details. "The important thing is that Pete is back; that's all that matters," she deflected, not wanting to stir
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