Mr. Singers found himself unable to end the conversation with Sylvester, his reluctance driven by his concern for Andrea; he was determined not to let anyone disparage her."Even if I were to hand over Agatha to you, victory would still elude you. A defeated adversary remains defeated; don't let me down in the future. At the very least, put up a respectable fight before succumbing to her," Mr. Singers remarked, his arm offering solace on Andrea's back.Though not explicitly stated, the implication was crystal clear.Sylvester's eyes widened in disbelief; the revelation that Mr. Singers was willing to pass his legacy to an unknown like Andrea left him reeling.He had always assumed that Agatha would succeed him, so this unexpected turn of events left him seething with anger. "Singers, you've lost your mind! This is sheer madness," he muttered involuntarily.Mr. Singers didn't linger to converse further; instead, he grasped Andrea's hand and guided her along the red carpet.As they walk
"Mrs. Singers, this way," the waiter said, gesturing towards the restroom area. Andrea didn't question Anne's words due to her status.Andrea opened and closed her mouth, unable to utter a word. She felt too embarrassed to face Anne and her friends. Rising to her feet, she followed the waiter with her head bowed in shame.Meanwhile, Anne and her friends chuckled in amusement. "Anne, she went to the toilet. How embarrassing," one of them remarked.Another friend asked Anne, "What are you going to do to her?"Anne's smile appeared innocent, but a fierce glint flashed in her eyes as she replied, "What do you mean? She just went to use the toilet."Anne's friends exchanged knowing glances and smiled.Following the waiter to the restroom area, Andrea stopped at the doorway leading to the female restroom. The waiter said, "Mrs. Singers, this way.""Thank you," Andrea responded in a nearly whispered voice before stepping inside.After the waiter departed, Andrea decided not to return immedia
Mr. Singers remained impassive, his gaze not even flickering towards Mr. Arnold as he delivered his response. "When it concerns Andrea, no action is too extreme. I will not hesitate to offend anyone in my search of her," he stated calmly.The guests erupted in a chorus of gasps and murmurs, with Mr. Arnold visibly teetering on the brink of losing his composure in the face of Mr. Singers' words.Mr. Singers' blatant disregard for Mr. Arnold was palpable, a level of disdain typically reserved for private conversations rather than public displays like this one.Halting the entire event to embark on a search for a woman, described in unflattering terms as "fat and ugly," was unprecedented. Despite the fire of anger blazing in Mr. Arnold's eyes, he found himself unable to voice his frustration, a fact that only served to worsen his already distressed appearance."I will not rest until those responsible for Andrea's disappearance are held accountable," Mr. Singers declared icily, his words
"Mr. Singers, I may have erred in my treatment of her, but why does she deserve you over us? She lacked the confidence to be your wife, and frankly, she isn't attractive..." Anne hesitated, fearing Mr. Singers' reaction, but she wanted to express more.Mr. Singers' eyes narrowed, his expression stern. He was surprised that a young girl could be so bold to speak so frankly to him."Do you believe you are more attractive than her?" Mr. Singers questioned with a serious demeanor."Yes," Anne replied confidently. Having seen Andrea, she held the belief that Andrea was unattractive and overweight."Do all the ladies here share your opinion that you are more attractive than her?" Mr. Singers inquired, his gaze shifting to the other women present.They all nodded in agreement, silently confirming Anne's assertion."Tony," Mr. Singers called out, not needing to give further instructions as Tony understood what was required.The LED screen illuminated with a series of images showcasing Andrea'
After discarding his gloves, Mr. Singers nonchalantly tossed the gun to one of his subordinates before briskly turning to depart."Mr. Singers, he's a member of the watchdog gang," Tony promptly informed."Eliminate the gang from Sunshine City," Mr. Singers ordered before slipping into his car.Driving away from the warehouse, he made a pit stop at a flower shop on the bustling street, parking his car nearby and stepping inside."What kind of flowers are you looking for?" the florist inquired as Mr. Singers approached the counter.Inexperienced in matters of flowers, Mr. Singers had never bought any before, not even for his deceased wife whom he couldn't afford to then."She's in the hospital. What flowers are best for wishing someone a speedy recovery?" Mr. Singers asked.Observing Mr. Singers closely, the florist shook his head, sensing a lack of effort in Mr. Singers' marital relationship."Sir, it's important to buy her flowers regularly to make her feel happy and maintain her wel
Andrea gazed fearfully at Agatha, gripping her hospital gown tightly as she took a deep breath and began, "I-""I understand. I will write the check," Agatha interjected, not allowing Andrea to finish."No!" Andrea exclaimed in a panic, her expression one of extreme anxiety.The ward's door creaked open, and Mr. Singers entered, fixing his gaze on Andrea before turning to address Agatha, "What are you doing here?""Mr. Singers, I brought your daily schedule, but couldn't find you earlier, so I had a brief chat with your wife," Agatha replied, forcing a smile."Clear my schedule. I won't be seeing anyone today. You can handle everything on your own," Mr. Singers declared calmly as he walked over to set down the breakfast he had personally bought.Agatha, upon hearing Mr. Singers' words, felt a mix of anger and frustration. When she had been ill, Mr. Singers had never shown her the same care and attention he was now giving to Andrea."Okay," She lowered her head, concealing her emotions
At this time of the day, the hospital was teeming with activity. Despite being renowned as the premier healthcare facility in the city, the steep hospital bills had the potential to deter those with lower incomes. However, this did not dissuade people from seeking medical care at Hills Hospital due to its exceptional service.As three ambulances departed, two more were seen approaching the hospital. A commotion caused by Agatha drew the attention of many onlookers. Even though the hospital guards were present, they hesitated to intervene upon recognizing the individuals involved."Agatha, you've had too much to drink. Please refrain from causing a scene," Mr. Singers scolded, aware of the spectators reaching for their phones to capture the moment.If footage of the incident were to surface online, he knew that armchair critics and sensationalist bloggers would seize the opportunity to craft the most scandalous headlines imaginable."No, I am not drunk. Look, I can stand on my feet," A
Andrea gazed at Mr. Singers before accepting the comic books from his outstretched hands. As she thumbed through them, her eyes welled up with tears.Memories flooded back from her childhood when her mom couldn't afford to buy a copy for her, and the taunts of her classmates still echoed in her mind.With tear-filled eyes, she looked up at Mr. Singers and whispered, "Thank you."Mr. Singers let out a sigh, realizing that his guess earlier wasn't wrong. If he could turn back time, he would never have left his wife and child.Gently, he reached out and brushed away the tears streaming down Andrea's cheeks, murmuring, "There's no need to cry."Andrea nodded, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "I'll go fetch us some dinner," he said softly.With a nod from Andrea, Mr. Singers rose from where he sat, swiftly exiting the ward and the hospital building. Stepping into the sprawling garden at the rear of the hospital, he retrieved a photograph from his pocket.The image captured a radiant smil
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